Where do you go if you need to mass produce a bunch of cheap stuff?
China.
Where do you go if you’re taking flags that support a free Tibet?
The irony is so thick, it makes my head want to explode.
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Ricky Tokio has been reading the play and screenplay submissions from the hopeful young scribes applying to next year’s MFA class at a prestigious dramatic writing program. He’s got a few more plays to go before he gets the plumb duty of reading the screenplays. We’ve been IMing about how he can’t wait to get to the screenplays –
Ricky Tokio: i’m itching to get to the screenplays. so much easier to read
Ricky Tokio’s new status message - Cleared custom messages 11:35 AM
me: not as dense
Ricky Tokio: yeah, the scope is different reading screenplays is like following plumbing plans
Sent at 11:47 AM on Thursday
me: yeah.
that’s a good analogy.
blueprint.
not the building.
if it’s a plumbing plan, the words are like the poop.
According to Facebook’s “Compare your friends” application, I am generally more “tech-savvy,” “more famous,” “more creative,” “have a better body” and “hotter” than my friends. That’s nice I guess, but I rank the lowest in the “better hair” and “more cheery” categories. This is an insidious, insidious, wrong-headed application.
The Onion features a guest column from Jimmy Carter and he is one pissed peanut farmer who’s might have to slap a bitch or three-hundred million. Check it out -
We’re on the Farm for the holidays. All week we’ve been hearing snow storm warnings about the big storm that was heading our way. Around the dinner table, the metric unit “shit ton” was brought into play. Last night, it started snowing. This morning, over 10 inches of snow fell. Mom and Dad Milan had to shovel their way to the barn this morning. The brothers Milan are out there right now trying to plow their road. I love this. Not because of the snow, necessarily – this means that they can’t go to church and therefore cannot put Mary Milan and me in the bind of having to turn them down. Yahoo! Snow Day!
Today is also acutally Christmas for us. Since Mary Milan and I are traveling back to Hellay on the 26th and Christmas day around here is already over-programmed as it is, the family moved the big present opening day up a few days. This was a little tricky because Littlest Milan is only 5 and still believes in Santa Claus. We told her that we wrote Santa a letter asking him to come a little earlier. Then Littlest told us about how angels are real, how you can’t talk to them, how they have sparkles on their wings and how they sprinkle the sparkles on their wings on the ground to help make flowers. I kept wanting to tell her that she wasn’t talking about angels, she was talking about bees.
T-minus eight minutes to church and there is no indication as to whether or not anybody is going. Mom Milan said that perhaps the priest might not be able to make it since he lives in Athens. I don’t know why I think that’s so funny but I do. Hilarious, even.
In any event, if we don’t go, then that means it’s time for Christmas breakfast around here: creamy scrambled eggs, cheesy hash browns, pancakes, ham, sausages, and all sorts of pastries. It’s a cornucopia of tasty breakfast foods. I can’t wait.
Merry Christmas, bitches!
Taking a break from all the strike stuff, this a video that had me rolling on the floor. It seems like Tupac was hiding out in Tony La Russa’s body. The genius who made this at We are the Postmen deserves internet residuals.
On Saturday, I went out for a little 5K run on my normal route from our apartment in WeHo to La Cienega and back.
As I was nearing the last 3/4 mile, I noticed a guy walking ahead of me having just left a garage sale. He was carrying a VCR, talking on his cell phone, and was wearing a shirt that said, “Hawaii starts here” on the back. As I contemplated what this could have meant, I suddenly found myself in the air, horizontal to the concrete.
The thoughts came really quickly:
“Hawaii starts hhh…you can save yourself…Naw, dude, you’re going to scrub…fucking old running shoes…whee, flying! Shit – face plant.”
JHK meet concrete.
My right leg had swung out to the side and was wedged in between the wheel of a parked Jeep Cherokee and the curb. This prevented me from quickly getting up and running away. Precious seconds were being wasted as I could not get up and run away, which would have saved myself from the indignity of having to acknowledge that I had totally, without question or malicious provocation, scrubbed.
The guy wearing the T-shirt spun around and said, “HOLY SMOKES. ARE YOU OKAY?”
I finally got my ankle free, stood up, nodded at him and started running. He looked at me incredulously, “MAN, ARE YOU OKAY???!!” His concern gave me pause because it suddenly occurred to me that I might have a bone sticking out of my leg and that I just didn’t notice from the endorphins. I did a quick self check, saw that I was fine and continued my run, finishing in the neighborhood of my normal time, about 26 minutes.
Once home and the endorphins (and embarassment) wore off, it became clear that I broke my fall with my left knee (scrapped) and right wrist which I had sprained about five weeks ago and had only recently started healing. While Mary Milan has been applying Neosporin to the scrape, the wrist is probably re-sprained at best and cracked at worst. After a day of rest, ice and eating Advil like candy, I’m going to the doctor to get it checked out. Keep your fingers crossed because I can hardly do it without pain.
Ugh…
