Another commercial for our webisodes
The title of this clip is called Helen Keller.
We filmed this on Sunday and you wanna know the crazy thing? I walked almost six miles from 86th and Broadway to Canal Street and Broadway to meet up with Rain to film this.
Just had to get out, I guess.
Stop by on Saturday the 19th to watch a sneak preview of the show with us – you can find details and buy advance tickets for $5 by visiting www.72canal.com.
We’ll watch the show, have some rum and a few laughs.
You will come, won’t you?
They have rum.
Location: @7PM yesterday, getting hired on the UWS
Music: everything i own, smells of you
We’re all working our way through life
Saw Blue Jean Eyes last week. Waited to write because I wanted to see how it panned out. No change, unfortunately.
She asked me the most peculiar thing once, she asked if I said unkind things about her afterwards. I asked her why I would. If you’ve read this blog long enough, you know I’m tired of being the bad guy.
Had dinner Saturday with some friends and strangers including a Candy Fiend from Texas:
Her: I read your blog, you know.
Me: Really? I’m always surprised…
Her: Are you depressed?
Is that how I come across?
Looking back at my entries, I think that, more than anything, I’m dorky/hopeful.
Yes, I have my miniature disasters and minor catastrophes, (see supra) but my last tiny calamity brought about this blog, friendship with rum, a better idea of what I want/don’t want in life, 72 to Canal, a dozen new satellites, and a few memorable, if short-lived, romances.
A fair trade, no?
I updated my About section to reflect my new age but everything else is still true.
I’m still hopeful. I’m still rough-hewing.
It’s good, that some things never change.
Location: walking five+ miles from home to the LES
Music: don’t want to be second best Don’t want to stand in line
We all have a vault where we keep our secrets
I was out with some friends hauling furniture, drinking rum, and arguing.
Me: Of course I’m pissed, you opened the vault! You’re supposed to keep that stuff to yourself!
Him: I opened the vault? Look who’s talking! At least I was drunk. What’s your excuse for that email from last time?
Me: That was a mistake and I apologized.
Him: I may have opened the vault, but you, you give f___ tours. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?”
I’ve got to learn to duck
That was unpleasant. I gotta learn to duck (warning: kinda gross – do not click if squeamish).
It’s just as well, I need to stay home and clean up. I bought myself what I think is the best canister vacuum, yet I haven’t used it once, I’m going to use it, I just don’t know when.
Her: Spring cleaning, eh? I wanna do that too. BTW, so many people are single these days, a friend called me yesterday to tell me that he and his girl just split up.
Me: Well, two friends of mine just got into relationships and someone I know just got back with an ex. But I think it’s all part of the same thing: spring cleaning.
Something about spring makes you wanna examine your stuff. The spring light sharpens things dull from the winter. You can see what’s worth working on and what’s gotta go. Doesn’t matter if they’re comic books, handbags, or relationships.
Last spring was terrible for me.
This spring, things are looking much better.
Excuse the mess – it’s I’m still a work in progress.
Location: @8:45 PM, on the UWS playing with sharp things
Music: if you’re gonna do it do it right do it with me