Sep. 23rd, 2004

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I actually got something accomplished today! Yaaaaay! Finished up what I *hope* to be the final version of the short script for our next production. Took a lot more thought than it should have, but it's *finally* done.

Returned the video that I needed to. Flirted with the much tattoed chick behind the counter. She had cool ink, so what can you do? Besides, interesting conversation about ink is better than me screaming about the evils of George Lucas at the top of my lungs, I think. As in "You FREAKING JERK! JUST RELEASE THE ORIGINAL VERSIONS ON DVD ALREADY!" while standing next to the display at Tower. Poor new guy in training just looked at me while the tattooed chick talked about recovering from VEGAS! I'm not the only one who doesn't remember how much fun they had at Coyote Ugly, apparently.

Got home to Grandma talking about some UFO that she and mom saw at 5:30 am. A bunch of folks saw it around here. Just what we need. Aliens flying through Compton. They waited until the Gang Truce was in full effect! They knew that there are no more guns! Run for your lives! Get your water pistols!

Checked out LOST on ABC. It's Lord of The Flies meets Jurassic Park, it seems. Amazing how you can fill an hour with nothing really happening. But it's got a bunch of cute chicks, and since Chloe's no longer on Smallville... (Oh, Ms. Mack, how I shall miss your aluring "too much gums" smile. Prrrrrrr....) Somehow I ended up watching the entirety of Veronica Mars. Now there's a dark show if there ever was one supposedly aimed for teenagers/young adults. They went places that even Buffy didn't touch. Not only was her best friend murdered, but she was date raped and THE COPS LAUGHED AT HER? WTF?!?!? Sorry, but I don't know if I can watch. I don't care how cute Miss Bell is...But they filmed down the street from where Mel ([livejournal.com profile] pussycatmeow) and Kris ([livejournal.com profile] la_bibliophile)live! Right outside The 7th Veil...Ah, Hollywood...


The cute dark gray kittens that my Grandma have adopted have claimed the backyard and porch and GARAGE! as there own. I caught one of the little ones climbing OUT of the lawnmower grasscatcher. *shudder* Ground kitty isn't happy image.

They scatter to the four winds whenever grandma comes out to feed and water them, but they hang around and look at me when I come out. I really wish that I weren't allergic to the damn things, because I would scoop them up when they ain't looking. They're really neat little things, all bouncy and dark...kinda like Perky Goths who have washed their gear too many times without Dark Woolite. You know the ones...


Why do people always look at me so funny when I'm riding down the street blasting Weezer? You'd think you've never seen a black man singing along to Surf Wax America.

I should go to sleep now, as I'm supposed to be doing a conference call at 8:10. This should be fun. Silly damn experts. Why can't they schedule stuff for after 9am, when my brain goes back on?
antoniusrex: (eye)
And this evening after work I was evil and Made Dave join me for Happy Hour down at Hoff's Hutt down in Long Beach, next to the Wow! Superstore.

Three Scotch and Sodas and a Tuna Melt later, the day felt good. We vented, and spoke of women, and work, and booze, and clubbing, and past silliness, and applications for The Amazing Race, and just fun and stupidity.

Good evening.

And now it's Survivor. Because CBS's Reality Show Addiction continues.



Happy birthday Becky ([livejournal.com profile] ladybird97)!
antoniusrex: (eye)
I swear I hit the highest highs and the lowest lows.

And in between, I have moments of clarity.

I think that I ate too much, or drank too much, or I dunno what. My stomach feels like tuna melt, and my head is throbbing from a post work happy hour high comedown. It's like crashing out hard. I don't know why.

Either way, it's making me tired and a bit funky of mood. I don't like funky mood swings after being in a good mood. Dammit.

I think that I need sleep.

Pieces of eight. Pieces of which? That? There? Yeah. Roll with it. Rolling.

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