Thursday, February 10, 2011

Okay, okay, okay, aokaokday....


Tomorrow is my last day on the show. It will involve much wading through receipts and petty cash envelopes and check requests and credit card statements, but then, it will be finished. Like the end of a fight in Mortal Kombat. And once I rip the still beating heart from a mountain of backdated expenses, I will emerge a victor... and on to the next battle.

I don't know what the next battle will be, per se, or if I should continue with this flimsy Mortal Kombat metaphor, yet I carry on.

I have a few leads, and one in particular that I'm really hoping comes to fruition, until then, it's just a waiting game. Of course, while I'm waiting, I might just go check out this big city that I find myself living in now. I started working immediately on LTD not complaining) that I never really got a chance to explore or partake in anything quintessentially "LA" (besides paying too much for alcohol).

Hiking is on the top of my list; I can tell you that much.

But before all that, I'm off to explore an entirely different kind of town. That's right: Vegas, baby.

Saturday morning, I'm hitting the road with some friends from the crew to Sin City. I plan on wearing a suit and standing at the craps table all night -- glass of whiskey in one hand; dice in the other. There will be much suave posturing and fist raising and wide, goofy open-mouthed smiles should I hit a hot streak... but hopefully not too hot (I've seen Casino one too many times... and I like having my hands). So, I'll take pictures and get married accidentally or whatever. We'll see how it goes. Winging it seems like the best route to take on this one.



I think I'd like to take a cue from my heros Jack White and Michel Gondry and just create. Just make movies. Just write. Just play. Just sing. Just because.

Because who cares about a shiny, polished, professional, expensive, well put-together, time consuming, "perfect" looking project when the alternative is no project at all? Not this guy... Not anymore.



Time to go to bed... time to finish this post.

FINISH IT!






fatality.


[Well we all need someone we can bleed on]

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