This is what happens when I finally get some sleep. I was still tired in this picture, but it’s okay. I was at a rooftop pool in Mid City.
I’m on a road to nowhere. I don’t really know what’s going on anymore. But at least I have moments like this.
Today I found a gothic donut. It reminded me of the gothic bagels I would get during high school when I went to Yesterday’s, a coffeeshop in Redondo Beach. They were these blueberry bagels that came out purple.
Anyhow being an old fart, I get on this nostalgia kicks. So I had this gothic donut on my desk all morning long. Finally I realized the ridiculousness of it all and just ate it.
Tragedy.
Speaking of tragedy, I can’t believe I’m doing this since I can’t stand him, but here it goes.
Dane Cook caused a stir about his joke about the Aurora shooting at the Dark Knight screening.
So I heard that the guy came into the theater about 25 minutes into the movie. And I don’t know if you’ve seen the movie, but the movie is pretty much a piece of crap. Yea, spoiler alert.
I know that if none of that would have happened, pretty sure that somebody in that theater, about 25 minutes in, realizing it was a piece of crap, was probably like “ugh fucking shoot me.”
Okay, it’s not a complete knee-slapper, but it actually did elicit a chortle from me which is surprising since it was a Dane Cook joke.
It seems this little joke got people’s panties all twisted.
People need to realize the job of a comedian is to make jokes, to comment on what’s going on in the world. Sure it might be tasteless. Sure it might be too soon, whatever that means.
When my dad died, I cracked jokes all the way to his funeral. When my mom was lost in the Sierra Nevadas, I was making fun of her. I was making 9/11 jokes that afternoon. The way I deal with tragedy is cracking jokes.
Life sucks. Life isn’t fair. Everyone should know this. Rather than cry, I’d rather laugh. If you don’t want to laugh, fine. But don’t tell me how I should handle tragedy.
Now here is where the repugnance of Dane Cook reared its ugly head. The motherfucker apologized. For making a joke.
I am devastated by the recent tragedy in Colorado & did not mean to make light of what happened. I made a bad (cont) tl.gd/ii4ltt
— Dane Cook (@danecook) July 27, 2012
I can’t wait for the apocalypse.
I’m in the kitchen popping a couple of Aleve for a headache when Lovely Young Lady asks me…
LYL: A cure for your pain?
Me: Not a cure, but it’ll do. I’m not ready for the real cure though.
LYL: What is that?
Me: Death.
Yeah things have taken a very morbid turn over here, but we do live in morbid times. The end of the world is months away, and I’m just counting down every second. 12,722,160 seconds. 12,722,159 seconds. 12,722,158 seconds. Etc.
Maybe the end of the world will happen by a cataclysmic weather event like this derecho that’s aiming for the Eastern Seaboard. By the way, why does every horrible weather event come from Spanish. Hurricane? El Nino? La Nina? Derecho? Why haven’t I ever heard of derecho before?
Can you imagine the pictures I don’t publish here?
Here’s an email exchange this morning:
Me: Is it just me or does the paralyzing dread of life get bigger everyday?
E: BIGGER every single day… that feeling of dread you have? It’s because you hate your life.. trust me I know..
Me: Good. At least it’s nothing serious.
E: Nope.. status quo buddy… welcome to the hell that is our lives
Bearer of good news signing off lol
Me: You know I’m totally using this exchange for my blog? Fucking precious.
E: Do it!
Lol.. who cares.. what else do we have to lose… that’s what happens when you take everything away from people… they get dangerous..Me: Or suicidal.
E: Same result Brewhahahaaa!
I feel so much better.
To quote Bob Black’s The Abolition of Work:
Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world. Almost any evil you’d care to name comes from working or from living in a world designed for work. In order to stop suffering, we have to stop working.
I decided to wear my hippo ring because it was Monday, and I hadn’t done anything all weekend. While I usually complain that my weekends are busy busy busy with the Dodgers, the fact that I only did laundry and read a lot left me feeling a bit empty this morning. It felt like I had wasted the 48 hours.
So I got into the office this morning and decided to change things up. I put my hippo ring on, helped lift the mood of a coworker with the hippo ring and just watched all the fireworks explode around me.
Can you guess which one of these troublemakers actually did the most damage? She also punched me really hard in the arm because I was making faces at someone she was having a business discussion with.
That’s is all this guy does.
“Contemporary feminist debates over the meaning of gender lead time and again to a certain sense of trouble, as if the indeterminacy of gender might eventually culminate in the failure of feminism.” — Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity by Judith Butler, Preface (1990).
This picture has nothing to do with the headache really. Madd just emailed me last night all the pictures she has of us on her phone, so this was probably the best one of me out of the bunch.
Anyhow Sunday night I started to develop a throbbing in the back of my head over behind my right ear. I didn’t pay much attention to it really and figured a good sleep and it will be gone.
Wrong. On Monday it was still there and hurt even more. No matter the amount of coffee I doused it with, it was still there. I ended up leaving Hulu early to just go to bed.
Tuesday it was even worse. Wednesday it got a little better but not by much. It was such a nagging pain that I was actually hoping it was a stroke and I would just collapse and pass away. That sentiment didn’t amuse the Hulu folks very much.
Anyhow here I am today on a Saturday and it seems to have gone away. Well not completely gone, but it’s not a throbbing pain. It was so bad I couldn’t even turn my head.
Maybe I am dying slowly, but I suppose that’s fine. We all have to go at some point, right?
Let it be known that this is the first picture I took with my new camera. I guess it could have been worse — a picture of my jacking off or posing in a thong or something equally grotesque. But no. It’s a simple painting by Madd.
This morning was a strange one. I forgot to set my alarm last night, so as the sunlight started streaming on my face at around 7:30 I woke up with a start. Fortunately this coincided with a completed Circadian cycle, so instead of feeling listless for the entire day I actually felt like I had energy.
That didn’t mean I was completely cheerful. That just meant when voicing my displeasure about things I was even more vocal and strident.
Who decided that kale was going to be the trendy leafy green of the summer?
The Kings won the Stanley Cup, so I’m back to covering only one team. Which means that I have a life again (or get to pretend I have one.)
Saturday was a nice day with Madd where we first went to a BBQ which doubled as an LAist reunion with Tony, Andy, Ali, Elise and Jeff. Afterwards as caffeine deprivation took hold, Madd and I went to Downtown Burbank where we sat at a Starbucks and people-watched for an hour or so.
Sunday was brunch with Cathi and Ben before picking up my new Sony camera (which is charging now).
