volcano!

back at the post house, which has offered me a full-time job that i may very well accept. who knows?

so much has happened.

africa team left yesterday. i stayed here. worked on a sundance channel show, 'iconoclasts' mixing sound. badly. not my fault. the director was, according to the producer, 'a douchebag.' i concur.

keep an eye out for the sci-fi channel flick 'volcano' with the hot girl from thailand, 'tornado!' has ernie hudson and BRUCE FUCKING CAMPBELL. loves it. getting paid to watch it right now, on valium, drinking stella. 25 dollars an hour.

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

song lyric goes something like this- "a flock of birds fills the sky, we'll fill 'em full of buckshot."

who the fuck sings that? i need to know.

MONEY UPDATE:

worked a lot. paychecks are slow to arrive. spending like i already got them and will always be getting them. maybe should take the fulltime gig. never had a real job before. closest thing was high school.

FEMALE UPDATE:

haven't slept with any exes lately. did sleep with a secret girl. met a tiny texan. she's cute but don't know her deal yet and my impression so far is kinda neg. also met a potential awesome one. supposed to hang out with her this weekend. she may not be into me. seemed reluctant to give me her number, but then excited to get my call, but then not calling me back today. hm.

siren fest tomorrow. pills and booze and the beach. then the look, massacre. they have serious beef with svedka. The Look will rule New York Saturday Nights. if i have anything to do with it. and i don't

the best ritz-carlton in the area

a week and a half later and so much to share. so much to keep a secret.

i've worked four different jobs in the last ten days, with two of those days spent entirely at the beach.

one day on this comedy central reality pilot and that was enough. no idea what to say about it. here - comedians aren't particularly funny until they start making fun of other comedians.

then two more battlegrounds days. still love basketball, being a part of a phalanx that communicates through osmosis, and flirting with the girls on set when i'm really sweaty and gross.

then THE BEST JOB OF MY LIFE:

i met stevie wonder after watching him perform. i shook his hand. spoke a sentence. he responded. i was paid for this. also i met jennifer connelly, naomi watts, beyonce, al sharpton, russell simmons, and partied with the black eyed peas and rob thomas(!?), and made natalie portman laugh.

did i mention that i met stevie wonder? holy shit. i had to call my parents and tell them even before it happened because i had already seen his set and it knocked me the fuck out. unreal.

the night before, at the ritz's bar, i made friends with this regular, and she went on to produce such gems as the titular "this is the best ritz-carlton in the area." the question is, of course, how many are there in the philly metro area?

i was drunk and, when he returned to the hotel at about 1am, i told the reverand al to keep slapping that donkey. "oh, i plan to, son. i plan to."

then i went to the hamptons, but not before sleeping with my ex-girlfriend again. ew. stop that.