So what can I say – I won the comedy game show – I don’t fool around.  Was there ever really any doubt?  I spit the water every time, but I used some ‘strategery’ and came out on top.  It was a really fun show, too – the comedians were hilarious.  Seems like the industry executives liked it, and that was the whole purpose of their trip, so who knows – maybe ‘Don’t Spit the Water’ will be coming to TV in the future.  That would be really cool – especially if Fuzzy and Erica moved out to LA…

 

OK, so if the MTV thingy wasn't enough excitement, there's more.

My longtime buddy Erica and her comedy buddies are traveling down to LA this week to perform their world famous, critically acclaimed comedy show - "Don't Spit the Water". Now I was pretty much always gonna go to this show - I mean, how could I miss it? Gotta represent. Gotta see it in person. Gotta show some love. Big ups. Word.

So yeah - big time comedy show - potential breakthrough performances - the list goes on.

And then just yesterday I get an email from Erica asking me if I want to be a contestant on the comedy show. Woot! Woot! What? SWWWWWWWEET! So yeah, I said 'okay'. That's Wednesday night up in LA. Yeah, I'm just gonna take halfa Wednesday (and maybe some of Thursday? There's an after party folks...) off work - that'll be appointed. Guess I shoulda just taken the whole week offa work - I mean, how else do you expect me to kickstart this new Hollywood extra career?

So here's a bit of ridiculousness... I'm gonna be a 'seat filler' at the MTV Movie Awards in LA next Sunday, 1 June. Yeah - Tivo it - you just might see me make my national debut.

How did I roll into this one? There's a local sport and social club that I took beach volleyball and surf lessons from - Vavi. Anyway, they sent an email out to their list seeking seat fillers - you had to email in some info and a headshot. Anyway, I did all that and got the big thumbs up from MTV. A snippet from their email:


GUESTS MUST BE 21 & upyrs old, LOOK STUNNING, BE AMAZING & HAVE READ THIS EMAIL AS WELL. RED CARPET NEEDS TO LOOK AMAZING SO SINCE YOU ARE AMAZING LOOKING, YOUR FRIENDS SHOULD BE TOO!!! HATE TO BE SHALLOW BUT THAT’S THE GIG!!


Yeah, that's just awesome. Now I've got to go clothes shopping so I can be MTV ready - disclaimer that they'll kick you out if you're not hip and 'club ready' or formal. No wearing white. Wow.

I keep on thinking of the Seinfeld episode where Kramer is a seat filler at the Oscars and is filling a seat when he gets swept up on stage and parties like it's 1999. Maybe I could at least sit next to Jack Nicholson or something - wouldn't that be sweet?

Pic that I submitted...

May gray is in full effect in san diego! The wind is blowing, it's
even raining and the temp must be almost in the 50's! Oh, the horror
- no balmy memorial day weekend here! Just makes last weekend so much
rarer - sunny and warm for the bday was sooooo appointed.

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31.  31 and better than ever!

 

Yep, I’m pretty sure this is gonna be one of my best years ever.  Life is just so great right now.  Work is good.  Play is good.  Sun is shining.  Learning how to surf, gonna play a little more volleyball, gonna put a couple more miles on the bikes.  Getting nominated for random awards at work – all due to the heavy load I took on to get that system (successfully) fielded out in Hawaii.  More confident than ever.  And 31 is great.  I remember turning 30 and feeling all boo hoo about “getting old” and bs like that.  Oh, so sad – poor old me – gone are the 20’s.  But that was all make believe in the first place, and 30 turned out to be just fine and just kept getting better.  Now it’s 31 and I’m super stoked.  Sure, the 20’s were great.  They were great for that time, but now I’ve got all that experience and life isn’t slowing down at all.  Probably the only thing I’ve lost is that I don’t heal quite as fast as I used to, but I still heal from injuries just fine.  But what I’ve gained along the way is a sort of extra poise.  Un petit je ne sais quoi, so to say.  Just a more refined version of myself, I guess.  Gave myself “The Essential Sly & the Family Stone” for my birthday – Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Again).

 

Birthday

 

Woke up and got breakfast – pancakes, bacon and eggs – from my favorite diner, the Old Townhouse Restaurant.

Morning surf session right here in OB.  The sun was shining and the water was warm, so I didn’t even need a wetsuit!

Hung out at the beach and watched a beach volleyball tournament – mmmmmm, women’s beach volleyball.

Did a little backyard gardening – the hibiscus are getting huge – just planted almost 3 years ago.

Went for a nice hour and a half bike ride on the La Jolla – PB loop.  Happy happy beach ride in the sunshine.

Rack of ribs for dinner at Phil’s BBQ – oh, so good…

Wrote a little bloggy and read a little Fountainhead.

Appointed.

In san diego and it’s no better.  Realization that I hate the bar scene.  You’re an idiot!  Not me – that other guy.  Yeah, whatever.  You’re not so much better yourself, for that matter.  I’m reading the fountainhead right now, and it’s really not helping.  FU ayn rand – I love you.  I love it – it’s me – but it’s not helping.  I’m doing more at work and feeling happy about it – split ip was a success – Hawaii was really nice – but the bar scene is just as bad as ever.  I simply can’t turn off my brain.  I think, I think, I think.  And the rest just seem to go with the flow – and not a good flow at that.  I hear the jazz and it’s good.  The tenor sax is there.  I applaud.  The soprano sax is even there and I even applaud at that – I hate the soprano sax.  But it’s played so well and I can appreciate a good performance. 
Smoking and I shouldn’t judge.  Are you serious?  Smoking is for fools.  Whatever.  If that’s what you really believe fine.  Whatever.  No, I won’t say that – I won’t do that – that’s stupid.  Barrio Logan was last week – I was in Hawaii lying on the beach.  Whatever.  No worries – I’m 30 now – that’s when I said I would quit.  Tomorrow is the Bakersfield master’s state champs road race.  Whatever.  Who cares anymore.  It’s not my game anymore to play.  My game has come to an end.  The clock goes tick, tick, tick.  If I was only back in engl 1002 I would have gotten an A.  And I did?  The gpa was boosted.  Only I would care about something so trite.  Whatever.  Blah, blah, blah.  Nothing new.  Been there since forever and nothing really seems new.

But does it?  Been to france.  Been back.  And now I’ll go back to france?  For work?  How ridiculous.  I didn’t ask for it – I didn’t expect it – but I’ll take it.  Maybe I’ll take a hiatus after the work trip just to prove a point.  Mucha is different.  Always has been, always will be.  A hard worker, but a hard player too.  not in the conventional club sense, but in the nonconventional F to the whole world I need my space sense.  A harsh reality but I finally have the means.  Give a man the means and you better watch out.  Any liberal prof would applaud – would be in awe – the rest of the world – they scratch their heads in wonder.  Why not make your money?  Why not have a child?  Why not seed your life?  No.  It’ll all come in time and no sooner.  FU world – I’ll make my own way.

Tomorrow I learn to surf.  Been living in san diego for almost 6 years now and never really been in the surf.  Sure, there was that time last summer, but I didn’t really go through with it.  Why?  Dunno, but it just wasn’t there.  I guess I was working too much...  But now I’ve got the vavi sign up and I’ve got sat and sun for 2 weeks straight.  Last lesson on my 31^st birthday – may 18.  Stupid.  Ridiculous.  Awesome.  yes, I’ll finally embrace the sport of the kings.  The sport of the beach.  The sport of san diego.  Only took me 5.8 years.  Yeah, I’m a slow one sometimes, but I’m a persistent one.  I have my own schedule.

There’s nothing like staying in a nice hotel for 2 and a half weeks to make you realize how much of a dump you live in when you finally come home.  Wow, I should really clean that toilet.

All I want to do is write.  But then the block comes.  Why?  Why must you?  Automatic.  I stand in the wings and watch.  Watch because the intoxication is leaving.  And all I’m left with is reality.  Not cold and harsh.  Just unrelenting.  Unrelenting reality.  I enjoy watching.  Not watching but observing.  Observing the interaction.  Seeing this one.  Seeing that laugh.  Seeing the ploy, the bait, the sign, the scoff, all of it.  But I hate the scoff.  Hooking my friend in to the system.  Enjoying seeing the fruits.  Not of my own, but of the other.  Checking in now and then and feeling the satisfaction that one of us is making it in society’s eyes.  I’m beginning to sober and it’s just not the same anymore.  What was an easy stupid – hi – is now an indifference.  An indifference to the cheapness of it all.  Is this all we’re good for?  Really?  Why?  We’re capable of so much more.  Entertainment?  Pleasure?  Whatever – if you say so.  Don’t ask me how the next day is.  I want the higher.  I’m bored – time to leave.  I’ve set the boys up – they’re good for the night.  Jack and coke – america’s drink.  Maybe if you’re living in 1925 in Tennessee.  Makes me sick.  All I want to see is the streetwalkers.  Not to use.  Just to see their faces.  The faces in the night.  Coming on, yet sorrowful.  You can see it in the hollowness.  How can they be so pale?  Do they see no daylight whatsoever?  Last night in Hawaii and there I go – out the door – back to the mainland.  Work email – why am I a slave?  At what point did this become consuming?  Truth is it was always consuming.  Since forever.  Not this, but that.  not that, but the other.  Always something.  But now it’s this.  Where will it lead?  To a condo?  To a 3-month hiatus?  Truly no telling.  It all seems so worthless sometimes.  Seems that I could be replaced with a bumpkin.  But could I really?  I’m appreciated.  Now they want to ‘reward’ me with a boondoggle 2-week france trip.  How stupid.  99% complete.  Email is also relentless.  But then I answer – no, I’m not up early – I’m up late – just getting home – happy cinco de mayo.

 

Automatic writing – courtesy of andre Breton, surrealism and english 1002 – freshman year 1996