Some fun people I got to hangout with!

You can click on the images for a closer look at how great everyone looked!

The last image is a paranormal research group called P.R.A.I.S.E.that came out to debunk ghosts like you see in the Security Cam Video below and to save souls.

I had fun!

I think I'm going to Fast this next month to purge myself of all the sugar I ate and to save money. Jesus didn't eat Candy Corn, nor did he have a Time-Warner Digital Cable bill to pay!

Happy Spookyday!!!

Or is that tomorrow?

I normally would be happy, but I bought a ton of candy corn for the kids and I ended up eating all by myself while watching TV.

I don't feel so good.

People everywhere are wanting to show me some weird security tape oddities from where they work, now after the HUGE response the video of the Coral Cafe Ghosts is getting in the Press.

Some of the stuff I see is just camera problems, but a few are just freakin weird and I want to put them all together and post them.

I was on KFI, CBS and a station overseas talking about it. It's getting a lot of press. Someone on craigslist is setting up a seance or something at Coral...

I might not be able to eat there anymore. I think they may be mad at me with all the attention they are getting.

My favorite radio show, Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell had a woman, Barbara McBeath from the Ghost Investigators Society, the other night that records voices of the dead. I've done that, too. But I've never had the amount of quality ghost talk that she and her group gets.

Ghosts get all shy when I turn on the mic, or maybe they are just like the living and ignore me.

I ask all the right questions, but the spirits roll their eyes and sigh. One of the saddest things I was able to record years ago, was a ghost I was trying to talk to and I swear it said, "Oh, please kill me now."

Imagine, you're dead, bored, roaming the Earth in some sad limbo and yet, you still don't want to talk with me.

I just had one of the most terrifying nights of my life!

More and more, I think of hiding away from people, scary people, in some cabin far far away, but my luck would be that it's haunted!

I remember the first time I moved out here years ago and while driving around at 3AM, hungry, Coral Cafe was the only place open and I kid you not, there was a horse tied up out front! A HORSE! A real cowboy rode his horse to this place!

There was a waitress that doesn't work there anymore and she was telling me about weird paranormal stuff that takes place there, but many people have told me strange things over the years. The stories are of glasses moving on the table. Forks disappearing. Food ordered, but mysteriously never arriving.

Craigslist Haunting Trip to Coral Cafe!

You can go see for yourself, but they'll act like nothing weird ever happens. However, it does!

For Halloween I was going to go out as a werewolf, so to aid in the authenticity of the werewolf look I've decided to let my hair grow.

Not shaving has left a void in my life that I have yet to fill with any other hobbies or habits. On Oprah the other day, obese women who've had their stomachs stapled and lost enormous amounts of weight because they can't consume any food larger than a walnut discovered their food addiction was replaced by binge drinking and promiscuous sex with strangers.

I've been drinking.

An inordinate amount of gray hair has come to the surface only adding to my depression. While cleaning my ears with a Q-Tip, it got tangled in a hair like a boat propeller on a fishing line.

With tweezers I tugged and felt the follicle root stinging deep in my brain. The hair had to be at least 6 in. long!

I know this has nothing to do with me not shaving, because I rarely shave my inner ear canal, but I feel some kind of chaos taking place in my body and mad, wild hairs are rioting on my flesh like dangerous tentacles of poisonous vegetation stretching for sunlight from a rainforest's darkened jungle floor.

My facial hair feels course like dry straw or sharp copper prongs of a computer chip. I could sand wood with my stubble. When I wake up in the morning I have to peel the pillow away from my Velcro face.

I don't think I'm going to be able to make it to Halloween. I'm scaring myself.

Who knew it happened so much that they'd make a t-shirt about it?

I like reading these Quotes of the Day:
"Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness."
- Robertson Davies

Sometimes people smarter than I look like they have all the answers.

I've always wondered if antidepressants were available in the Pre-Raphaelite era, how different would our art and literature be now?

Certainly the Manchester sound I've enjoyed in the '80s and '90s would be different if mood stabilizers were as fun to take as Ecstasy.

I am always listening to my friends who are girls complaining about all the people that hit on them. Sometimes, I know that the people there are talking about weren't really hitting on them, but maybe just complimenting them. Society has become so cynical that kindness is a sign of weakness and creepiness.

I was reading the latest issue of GQ and there is an article about Warren Beatty and he tells of a time right after the movie "Shampoo" was released where he was at a club surrounded by five or six women and on the dance floor was Cary Grant with one woman and as a Grant passed Beatty he said, "You know, I used to be you once."

It makes no difference who you are, things change, and there's nothing you can do about it.

When I was younger, I too got my share of attention from the opposite sex, but now that I'm older these events of someone trying to pick me up are few and far between.

And this, I believe leads to depression and irritability.

DJ Lee brings his lucky condom when he spins, because his grooves are ribbed for her pleasure!

I had a blast! From what I can remember...

I was a tad drunk.

DJ Lee has a pretty awesome life!

He's the owner and mogul of the famous Dionysus Records, a label I've been a huge fan of since back in the days when I could play that music on radio. I've known about him for years, but only now had the pleasure of meeting him.

A friend and I watched him spin music at the Bigfoot Lodge and she asked me if I would ever be interested in DJ-ing music again in a club? You know, just for fun.

It was funny that she asked, because two days earlier I was asked if I would be interested in doing it in a club over by LAX.

A strip club!

I closed my eyes and slowly shook my head, but thinking about it now, why not, it might be a goof?

I think it would be cool to see boobies in the workplace without fear of sexual harassment and been written up by HR.

As Halloween approaches, I have several friends who are out picking up DVDs of their favorite horror films to watch at parties.

Amoeba Records is swamped with people digging through the racks of movies to pick the cheesiest and scariest. I thought about doing that, but I have other plans.

I know I talked about this show a lot, and I drive my friends crazy because I talk about it so much, but I believe it's the greatest show on television and I'm getting together with some friends to watch it as it goes LIVE!

Most Haunted LIVE!

Friends complained to me that they believe it's completely fake, but I say, "so what?" I dig it and it makes me happy!

To me, it's compelling and at times when I watch it at 3AM in the dark, and there are noises in my space, glowing orbs or phosphorous in my eyes, with the blanket pulled up around my neck, I'm completely terrified, but unable to turn off the TV.

I get so excited seeing Yvette all panicked, shaking, crying and screaming in night vision. For some reason it turns me on? I don't know why?

I guess it's like, Have you ever picked up a really cute girl, she's at your place, she's bent over the edge of the couch, her white panties around her ankles and you're really giving it to her and she turns around to look back up at you, lips quivering, eyes tearing, with a worried look on her face, that lets you know your penis is much too large and she may pass out from the intense sexual pleasure you're giving her? Yeah, me neither, but it's kind of like that watching Yvette getting all freaked out in the dark.

Sometimes I have to pause the show just to spank it. It's like paranormal porn!

Watching the show for as long as I have, I've come to know many of the members of the crew very well. They all have distinct personalities and each give me the feeling that they would be perfectly cool to hang out with having a Guinness at the pub and shooting darts, if I did that kind of thing.

Derrick is one of the most awesome personalities on the show. He has great hair and never an episode goes by without him becoming possessed and scaring the shat out of the rest of the crew. He has a spirit partner named, Sam who gives some information about the haunted locations. I imagined Derek as a schoolboy, using Sam to help him cheat on tests.

Stuart, I feel sorry for the most, because he is far too timid and when he screams it's in a higher octave then Yvette's. He has been attacked a few times by an unseen forces and once a ghost stole his shoe.

Karl, is the one I hate the most, because of his dashing good looks and because he is married to Yvette. Actually, he seems to be the one most logical and levelheaded, so when a TV pops on at full volume by itself in a darkened room of a haunted inn and Karl is traumatized, you sense the authenticity of the event.

I'm going over to a friend's house to snack on candy corn and watch all my English and Scottish heroes encounter entities of unknown origin via the Travel Channel. I wish you would come over with me and we all could hide under the blanket together.

Totally enjoyed seeing, Michelangelo Antonioni's "Blowup" and "The Passenger" again!

The New Beverly Cinema Rocks!

Click on my ugly mug to see the most beautiful and coolest woman in the World and "Blowup" wannabe supermodel Jane Birkin!

She's done so many cool things, but I dig the fact that in "Blowup" Birkin had the distinction of being the first actress to show pubic hair in a mainstream British movie!

I'm all for that!

When I say these girls were belly dancers, I mean "Belly" dancers!

I made the mistake of asking these girls when their babies were due?

Unfortunately, it was followed by the question from them, "What babies?"

They put on a great show!

Steve and I walked around this Ventura Boulevard street fair in Studio City. It was hot and I received a slight sunburn. We both ate salads at a new restaurant and then less than five minutes later, Steve had to get barbequed corn from a street vendor.

There were so many hot looking girls walking around, that later I discovered I had pulled a muscle in one of my eyes from all the strain.

A friend who was also moved by the "free hugs" music video I posted a few days back was in Santa Monica when she saw these girls!

They had seen the video and they decided to offer their own hugs for free!

Few people took them up on their hugs because some believe that these girls were selling something.

My friend took their hugs and took this picture.

It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to realize that terrestrial radio is close to death!

Word came to me from several sources that various people who conspired to remove me from a certain radio station after they received their highest ratings have now themselves been booted out!

This was very exciting news to me!

Clear Channel's "less is more" policy clearly means less employees doing more work. Top people in the corporation are being shown the door! Every Thursday a new group is escorted by security and told to get their stuff and go.

Soon, iPods will be delivering all the content you need, everyone will have their own show, everyone will be famous, all wars will end and no one will be hungry.

I wish this picture was more in focus, and the others I took came out, because the door to my apartment was covered in swarming bees.

It was like a scene from an Irwin Allen movie!

I don't know if it was because of the Santa Ana Winds, or because of my Burt's Bees milk and honey lotion, but I stood there with my keys in hand afraid to open the door.

I looked around and it was just my door and no one else's that these bees decided to settle on.

I was holding onto two plastic bags of groceries from Ralph's and my Jiffy peanut butter shifted causing the bag to make noise. This seemed to startle them and all the bees took off like a small tornado, sounding like sizzling electricity.

I couldn't get my keys in the door fast enough! I jumped in and slammed the door shut.

Bees scare me!

Man, that guy really does loves Metallica!

I don't know this man's name, but he is very sweet and I'm sure he said his name, however I didn't understand what he was saying. I met him through a friend of his who was wearing a Judas priest t-shirt. I was with a friend of mine who at one time had worked for Metallica's management company.

This man now always has his Metallica t-shirt at a moment's notice to show my friend his love if she ever showed up again.

These two guys that I'm talking about have no qualms of traveling hundreds if not thousands of miles to see their favorite bands perform. They will spend their hard earned money busing tables on these Gods of Metal.

I saw it very interesting documentary on the band Wilco called, "I am Trying to Break Your Heart," and if you or anyone you know is a creative person I think this documentary would be good for you if you are interested in the challenges of the creative life.

I used to live in Springfield, Missouri and still have brothers that live in the area and are doing their best to convince me to move back home. A place I haven't lived since I was 13 years old. Wilco just played in Springfield and made national news when lack of security at their show allowed members of the audience to get up on stage and physically interact with the band members leading to fights and other troubles.

People ask why don't go to concerts anymore and this is the reason! You spend big money on tickets to enjoy the show and then drunken retards have to ruin it for everyone.

It's just so much easier to download a bootleg of the concert off the web.

Jesus H. Tap Dancing Christ, That is a scary costume!

This is a great site for ideas for Halloween!

It's no great secret that I loved Halloween, I've known people over the years who spent every day planning for the event. Sometimes when the day arrives for them, it's anticlimactic, because for them every day is Halloween.

This is a picture of my friend George from Coral Cafe!

After I took the picture of his pumpkin head I couldn't stop looking at the picture and thinking how it reminds me of Jason and his hockey mask from the Friday the 13th movies.

I really believe this could be a good movie!

Not like "Pumpkinhead," but a slasher movie with pathos and dread.

Like the Great Pumpkin from Charlie Brown and how it affected a little boy watching the TV special when something horrible happened to him and he lived out his life taking revenge on those who would dare carve up pumpkins.

I know you want to steal this idea, but please don't, because I need the money to pay for all the medical operations I need to correct the numerous problems that are developing in my body.

I'm noticing what some people call "floaters" obstructing my vision. It's like my my eyes are snow domes and I'm trying to see through a flurry of swirling junk.

I don't know what can be done for this, but I'm hoping there some sort of lasers that can shoot through my lens and disintegrate these clumps of seaweed growing in my optical fluid and obliterate them like asteroids in a video game.

Because they are giving me a headache!

Okay, I didn't want to start posting a bunch of videos, but...

A reader of this page, who is now my other friend in the Netherlands felt I was being too gloomy and was worried about me, so she sent me this video.

I didn't watch it for a while.

It just sat in my Inbox waiting.

Finally, I opened it up and I have to admit, even if it makes me sound unstable, I cried watching it. I was so moved. I have a lump in my throat the size of a pumpkin.

Another friend has a bumpersticker that says, "Drugs NOT Hugs" on it, and I dig that, but hugs can be very good. And I need some really bad right now.

The World can be so rough sometimes.

White and Nerdy

This Video is the Shiznit, or something like that!

He really makes me laugh!

I know people that will hate it, but I know it's because it will hit too close to home for them.

I can't wait until he does a serious film like, "8 Mile" or something, the guy is a friggin' genius!

As part of a personal art project, starting on the 1st of next year I want to do one 3 hour acting workshop class every day for the entire year, meaning, I will be making one feature-length movie every day!

That also means, I need at least ten warm acting bodies to perform each day in my workshop, creating characters, practicing their craft and making movies.

So these days leading up to the new year are a warm-up to making 365 movies in one sure to be crazy year.

Don't you want to be part of THAT?

Tom Jones used to have girls throwing their panties to him on stage...

I found these thongs on my Welcome mat!

I seriously doubt some young attractive girl was sending a message. I wish that were the case, boy, do I wish that were the case!

I believe the these were dropped coming back from the laundry room. I know what you're thinking, you're thinking why couldn't they have been dropped going to the laundry room?

I suppose they could have, but they smelled so clean and fresh and felt so soft, I doubt they were dirty.

Living in the 818 can be so cool, because people you casually know and maybe see every day, can be porn stars!

Sometimes people you meet at a party will confide in you after a few drinks that they paid the bills doing dirty business. Even the girl taking your order at Jamba Juice may have discovered an easier and quicker way to pay off her student loan.

Attractive people have it so easy!

If you look like me and can't pay the bills, don't even consider it.

Many times, you find out a friend's younger sister is doing adult film work and it pains you to even imagine her stripping down, but you race home to search the Internet anyway.

How many times at the office has a female co-worker confided in you, that she's discovered the receptionist has appeared on a few adult DVDs? You know she was supposed to kept it a secret, but some women can be so mean to other women.

I've even pointed out to friends, people we both know whose nude photos and videos I own, but they refuse to believe it because people can look completely different when they are nude and making funny faces.

So Rebecca, I know I promised you diamonds, but baby, we get some flames painted on this, 18" rims with Yokohoma preformance tires, carbon fiber weave on dash and door panels, Monsoon system, with upgraded subwoofer, video screens in headrests, as well as passenger sun visor, separate DVD players, Nav System that folds out from dash, 32" Plasma TV folds down from liftgate when open, blue under-lighting, cooler and propane mini grill stashed in hatch area, oh and hydraulics...

This is my friend Jorge! He looks like a giant next to this car we found in the parking lot. I just had to snap this photo of him standing next to a car I wish I owned.

Rebecca is his girlfriend and one of my best friends. She is so funny and we have a lot in common. All this stuff I wrote above, I did like Jorge wrote it, but really it's everything I would do if I could afford to pimp out a car like that.

Can I get my eggs like this?

The Egg Cuber - "Make a square egg"

I found this on one of my favorite websites and they even have a video showing how it works. I remember growing up and getting all sorts of nifty inventions like this off of the television.

I had a bottle cutter that I ordered off of the TV to cut glass rings off of beer bottles that I took to school to melt in a kiln and turned into wind chimes that I sold.

I had the Pocket Fisherman and the Fishing Magician that I got off of the TV.

My friend Alfred told me that he was not only named after of Alfred Hitchcock, but that his mom used to cut his hair with the FlowBee. Remember that one?

It was a hair trimmer that attached to a hose to your vacuum cleaner! I only wish I had a need for that genius invention.

Try and guess where this photo was taken?

If you guessed correctly, you win the opportunity to buy me a drink!

I've been in such a fund lately that I've drink more than I ever have in my life! Now I've blown all my money on alcohol. I wanted to drink myself to death like Nicholas Cage in the movie, "Leaving Las Vegas" where he drinks himself to death and not like the movie where he uses his wife as collateral in a gambling debt. That was called, "Honeymoon in Vegas."

Anytime I try to bring up the subject of "Leaving Las Vegas" friends always confuses it with the other movie.

Anyway, I tried to drink myself to death, but it's so expensive to buy booze and I ran out of money just prior to passing out.

Bummer...

It sucks being flat broke and still alive, but with a killer hangover.

I think this might be too scary for Halloween!

Michael Jackson Costume

Would you seriously let your kids go out dress like this?

I don't know what I'm going to dress up like this year? I've been invited to several parties, but really doubt I'll go to any of them. I should try to make more friends. It's so hard for me. The people I'd really like to be friends with don't give me the time of day and the ones that want to be friends with me are so scary.

I remember back when I lived in Texas there was a girl I knew who was very shy and I was one of her few friends. I was doing a live broadcast from a club on Halloween and begged her to come with me. I didn't hear from her for the longest time, but as I was working she showed up dressed like Marilyn Monroe. She was such a hit and got lots of attention.

Something weird happened to her.

She wore that blond wig and white dress every day. Every time we went out for lunch or dinner, she was dressed like Marilyn Monroe. She even when to work everyday dressed like that until they fired her for it.

Another friend of ours told me she stopped taking her medication and boarded herself up in her apartment and had to be physically removed by the police.

Later, while she was away in a "nervous hospital" her and some other girl broke into a room and found medication and they both overdosed.

Just like Marilyn Monroe...

I had an Oreo Shake at Johnny Rockets to make myself feel better, but it was horrible!

So they kindly made me a chocolate shake at no extra charge, but it was awful, too. It was like the milk was bad. My stomach was all messed up after I drank it. The waitress gave me a huge hug because she felt my disappointment and because I asked for it. It was so nice! She didn't let go for the longest time. I think I could have her if I tried and if I wasn't twice her age.

I got a message on my phone that 80 year old Art Bell and his 18 year old wife are having a baby. I think that age difference is so scary! What if the baby is born with a bad back?

I watched, "Science of Sleep" with my belly aching and churning. I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the film, yet didn't feel I missed anything.

Michel Gondry is one of my favorite directors and I highly recommend his music video DVD collection for anyone who needs cheering up, but I feel if you watch it, you've seen everything he puts into this film. Still, I think it's a sweet movie.

Headed over to Coral for a scoop of ice cream to make up for the bad shakes, but my stomach was still bothering me.

Maybe I'm ice creamed out!

I use to love it so much!

As a kid, I used to get the chocolate dip cones with the hard chocolate coating that I was able to suck all the ice cream out of without breaking the shell. I know, it's a talent.

When I grew older, I always associated desserts and food with sex. I've used fruit pops during love making, I've also used Krispy-Kreme Doughnuts, Chocolate Syrup, Pecan Roll, pizza, Milk-Duds, and ice cream.

The sex would be great, but it was usually followed by diarrhea.

Now it's just the food without the sex, but I still hate myself in the morning.

Sometimes I get this strong uncontrollable urge to jump in a car and run away.

Not necessarily my car.

Do you ever fantasized about going to an expensive car dealership, like Mercedes, Porsche, Maserati, or Kia and stealing a fully loaded completely gassed up vehicle and hitting the road to discover what America means to you?

I mean, it's silly to fantasize about getting a winning lottery ticket when you don't play the lottery. But stealing a car is well within almost anyone's reach, just watch Fox News.

Reading an item in the paper about some guy, there was a sentence buried in his bio, like it was an afterthought, about him hopping on a 10 speed bike and riding from California to New York without any sponsorship or fanfare just because he had lost his job and had nothing else to do.

I couldn't read anymore of the article. I just kept rereading the sentence. Whatever it was. It gave no more info. It didn't say anything about weather conditions, where he slept, what troubles he encountered, or what he ate.

You know it couldn't have been easy. You know it must have taken a long time. You know his ass must've hurt.

Still, I thought about it all day. I thought, I bet he lost a lot of weight and I wondered if there was a job waiting for him at the other end?

My friends Aaron and Sow just got back from a long drive to Washington state. Aaron told me, as many have in the past, that Portland would be my perfect city. I've never been there. When I go on the Portland section of Craig's List, I never find a job for me.

I wonder if I could do my acting workshop in Portland? I wonder if there is enough of a community of actors there to support it and me? I don't know.

I watched a fascinating documentary called, "Camp Hollywood" by Steve Markle about a hotel on Franklin Ave where actors stay when they come into town to find fame.

Brad Pitt supposedly lived there for over a year. If you get a chance to see the film, I highly recommend it. Anyone outside living life of the mind could see the film as being depressing, however I found it very inspiring. Creative people finding friendship and community while surviving unemployment.

I seriously doubt I would ever ride a 10 speed across America, or steal a car, or move to Portland, but I wouldn't mind winning a lottery. I guess you just have to play to win.

This is Al, Tony and me in our upcoming Horror Film, "The 3 Headed Thing."

I met these guys a while back at Bar 21 in Burbank where I liked to go chill with the best jukebox selection I know of in any bar.

Guys with lots of hair like to think they got it made, but you should see the women these other two guys get!

I know I should try and take some of the girls home, but I feel the germ phobia I have keeps me from kissing and touching them.

Chicks get all weirded out when I put on latex gloves.

Oh well.

Tamara Dobson, a blaxpolitation superstar during the 70s, died Monday. If you're like me, you loved, "Cleopatra Jones."

I remember being a little boy sitting on the porch with my mom and seeing a falling star. My mom said, "Make a wish!"

So the first thing that popped in my head was the fantasy of Tamara Dobson pulling up in a Lincoln Continental while I'm walking to school and taking me on wild adventures.

This was before I even thought about sex or knew anything about it, so the wild adventures consisted of Cleopatra Jones buying me ice cream, pixie sticks and helping me glue model airplanes together.

I just knew she would be sweet and kind and protect me from bad people.

The instant those images popped in my head, my mother said, "Don't wish for something you shouldn't!"

For years after that moment I believed my mother could read my mind.

Today I watched, Ayn Rand's story of Howard Roark, a brilliant architect who dares to stand alone in obscurity rather than compromise his artistic and personal vision by pandering to the prevailing taste of the collective soul.

"The Fountainhead" is one of my favorite books and I really enjoy the movie. Gary Cooper playing Howard Roark, always knows how to wipe his brow and flick his sweat. I love the long ass speech Howard Roark gives at the end of the film. It's like, if you bore a jury, you can get away with terrorism.

There's no way you can tell me Patricia Neal isn't hot with a riding crop.

I know it's not one of King Vidor's best, but if I'm flipping through the channels and its on, I'm watching it.

They couldn't make this movie today where your main sympathetic character rapes the leading lady and has her help him go all terrorist on the development where his designs have been compromised.

After that, Turner Classic Movies played, "The Towering Inferno" and it occurred to me that with all the heat the flames were generating, that the building didn't collapse like the World Trade Center.

It was quite a movie day as I sat with my PowerBook G4 editing my Workshop videos and emailing the next wave of actors who might participate in my films.

In the background I hear what sounds like the voice of Christopher Walken. I turn the TV up and it's Adam Roarke, who once ran an acting studio in Dallas that brought great talent like Lou Diamond Phillips and an ex-girlfriend of mine to the world. I really liked Adam Roarke. He was always nice to me.

The film I was watching was one I somehow missed in all my years of moviegoing. "Play It As It Lays" is from 1972 and has some of my favorite actors, Tuesday Weld, Anthony Perkins and Tammy Grimes who has the sexiest voice ever and used to be heard on the CBS Radio Mystery Theater.

Joan Didion wrote the screenplay based on her novel. Talking with a friend on the phone she pointed out that the novel is considered to be one of the Top 100 greatest American novels of all time. I've never read it, but will now.

The film is very trippy. Very 70's. Very "Mulholland Drive" by way of "Less Than Zero."

Produced by Dominick Dunne. Costume Design by Joel Schumacher. Visual Effects by Roy Lichtenstein. Beautiful cinematography by Jordan Cronenweth, who is one of my favorites and shot "U2: Rattle and Hum," "Stop Making Sense" and among others, "Blade Runner." I always wanted to meet him, but sadly he died in the mid-90s.

Directed by Frank Perry, who did one of my favorite movies when I was a kid, "Rancho Deluxe."

I've set my Moxi to record this film when it plays again. In my phone conversation, I mentioned it has one of the most beautiful suicide scenes in any film I can remember and this is definitely an example of, "They don't make films like they did in the '70s."

Things have been pretty bad for me lately.

I'm in one of my major funks. Ruts. Depressions. Slough of despond.

Not ashamed to tell you, though I'm atheist, I did get down on my knees, fingers intertwined, praying to the void for some kind of, "help."

Silly I know.

Woody Allen's, "Annie Hall" was on TV and I caught it just at the moment he describes their relationship:

"A relationship, I think, is like a shark. You know? It has to constantly move forward or it dies. And I think what we got on our hands is a dead shark."

Minus a relationship, I feel I'm the dead shark.

I'm not moving forward. I'm trying. Forces are conspiring against me, I think.

Talking with a friend who seems to have much medical knowledge, I pondered my need for antidepressants. He responded, "You are not a case of chemical imbalance in the brain, your depression is warranted by outside events."

Dang...

I couldn't afford medical help if I wanted it, with no health insurance.

People say, "You seem so happy all the time, I can't imagine that it's so bad." Or, "Where did this come from? Never heard you talk like this before."

People act like they're caring, but if you truly were honest and open, they would shut you down by saying that you were whining or dumping on them.

Everyone wants to go from point A to point B to point C with least resistance and pausing to hear your troubles slows them down.

I know I'm better off than a lot of people. I'm constantly thinking that. When I see the families whose kids have been killed in one of the daily school shootings so popular here in America, people deformed by accidents or random violence, or Republican politicians trolling Myspace for teen sex, I know I should feel better about myself, but I don't.

Maybe I should stop watching Fox News, stop listening to talk radio, stop living in my neighborhood, stop going outside in Los Angeles, stop eating out, stop shopping, stop being the first person to say, "Hello" when I meet a stranger, stop making eye contact, stop trying to make friends, stop thinking about the past, stop hoping for the future, stop looking at my reflection, stop shaving, stop thinking, stop reading, stop writing...

My friend Yuly just delivered her sister's baby after 3 days in labor!

As you can see, she's tuckered out!

But the pressure is on for her to have a baby now after all the girls have already had theirs.

Yuly said, "You should be glad you are a man!" Because squeezing out babies isn't fun.

I like the idea of making babies, though. The process. Rarely do I ever get serious practice time other than with just myself. I doubt I'd know what to do without having some porn to look at while I'm pleasing the lady.

Every where I go, people are sneezing and coughing, so I grabbed my Airborne and thought I'd just take some just in case.

I shook out the orange tablet to drop into a bottle of Arrowhead water, but it was too big to fit through the bottle top. I tried to snap it in two, but it was too small to get a grip on.

I thought for a moment and then bit into it just to break it, but it shattered into powder in my mouth and began fizzing like some demonic Alka-Seltzer!

I didn't know what to do!

It was foaming out of my mouth all over my shirt and floor. I caught a glimpse in the mirror and now I know what I'm gonna go as for Halloween!

I got the part in a commercial where I get to shave a bunch of girls and I get to apply the shaving cream to all the models, too!

The razors are so cool, not only do they vibrate, but they are also MP3 players as well!

You could be listening to "Bush" while shaving!

Or:

The Cooters

The Jinas

Nashville Pussy

The Muffs






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