Still in a bit of a funk Today, but better than Yesterday.

It's cold and wet. The streets have that cool Michael Mann look from the late Eighties and early Nineties. I need to get a new wardrobe for this weather... Any weather actually... I need a stylist.

I talked with my sister-in-law Tonight and got all the gossip about some of my family back in the Midwest. I don't think they'll ever trust me after leaking the false news that I had remarried.

Still single.

Not Gay.

Not looking, but I know some cool gals read this page and are too timid to e-mail me about a possible meeting.

That's cool.

I'm just not in a place in my life to date yet, but I would like to sometimes hangout, talk, walk along the beach and smoke some crack and maybe knockoff a liquor store or two. Then, if sex comes up, well we'll just have to see.

Earlier I ran into a couple of porn girls I used to know when they were seriously pursuing acting. They try and get out of the biz, but the money is easy for them and they seem to hate working office jobs and they lay back down for the cash.

One girl has put on some weight and is all stressed out because she's not getting cast so much. I think the stress of her weight gain is causing her to put on more. She began chewing my ear about Dr. Phil, his book, and TV show and how it's changing her life.

I was thinking, great she'll change her life and get out of the Adult Video Biz, but no, she just wants to lose weight.

Kory, she looks great, but has too many tattoos in the wrong places and bad designs for my taste.

Almond, is terribly skinny and I believe a heroin user, but she is cool and funny and lost in a very sad way.

They both were hanging in the Cafe of my local Borders Books waiting on Kory's boyfriend who is producing a rap group who has ads all over town on bus benches.

She said I should know who they are, but I don't. I can't even remember their name seconds after she told me.

Almond got angry when she was telling me how bad an album Coldplay's Rush of Blood to the Head was, and I told her it was one of my favorites.

I also pushed the envelope when I told her I was into The White Stripes. She of course hates that band and got very loud in the Cafe about how they suck and how much of a horrible time she had at the Weenieroast watching them play.

Almond looks a little like a high Renee Zellweger and I think Almond gets her name from the shape of her eyes... I think that she might also hate Jack White because of the Zellweger connection.

The table next to us got up and left because she was vitriolic and profane and obnoxiously loud.

Kory's boyfriend shows up and sees that I'm holding on to the book VX: Ten Years of Vibe Photography and we start talking about Hip-Hop and German Broken Jazz. I think his name is Todd, or Tad, but he was very nice. I was surprised to find out he went to the screening of "The Passion of the Christ" that I was suppose to go to but didn't.

I found it slightly amusing that here is a rap producer that's financially involved in the porn industry, dates a porn actress, yet proclaims himself a Christian and a thrice weekly churchgoer.

You have to love California.

This wet weather has screwed up what little television viewing I can partake in... UPN completely looks snowbound on my TV's reception, so I miss an episode of "Enterprise" directed by one of my favorite TV directors, Roxann Dawson. Not only is she very talented, but she's incredibly pretty. I've loved everything I've seen her direct.

Damn! I can't see this episode and I don't even know if it's a rerun.

I need a Dish.

I am under a lot of pressure to edit a few new radio interviews that I've had backed up and ready to load online. It's just hard lately to sit and edit audio or even the video backlog that is weighing heavily on harddrives.

I should just hire some temp help to get me uncovered.

I saw a cool documentary on KCET about production design. I wish I knew what it was called. I wish someone would send me a copy, it was very educational and entertaining.

I'm thinking about skipping all the work I should be doing now and heading over to the Good Luck Bar again like last night and drinking more Cosmopolitans. I'm beginning to live the drinking lifestyle of the gals from "Sex and the City". My show would be, "Sick in the Shitty"...

Drinking in that bar is fun, yet no one even looked at me. No one came over to talk. No one even knew I was there. Several people just walked right into me and then never apologized for spilling my drink, or theirs on me.

It was kind of sad, but freeing in a way. It was just me and my drink... And my thoughts.

My sick and evil thoughts.

I met up with my Lawyer friend from Tehran and saw him with his new very young girlfriend. She was exotic and beautiful.

I think I need to get wealthy too.

But I would be different.

I would get wealthy, and when the young girls seek out power, I would deny them my essence.

I would then only drink Cosmopolitans with pure grain alcohol and rainwater. They can make those right?

Cause if not, that just screws up all my plans.