last night. i just wanted to try uploading a picture to this thing to see how it works.

Being at home is always a little weird after so much time away, but there are always those little comforting things you've been doing since you were tiny that make everything perfect.

Getting home last night at 4am after driving down from NY, I started up the shower and just laid down in the tub. Old school deep tub, never ending hot water, and just total comfort.


I have also decided that I need a girlfriend to at the very least to help me fold sheets. I don't know if I could look more ridiculous doing my laundry and constantly ending up with sheets on my head trying to fold them all alone.

You know, that and the whole crippling winter depression thing.

Working on Maggie's farm

Back on the farm again today. Spent my day off yesterday going all
over Brooklyn checking out different pet stores and stocking up on
fish supplies for my new tank which I'll post pictures of later.
This morning I got here a little late and the setdressers were already
unloading their truck into set when I got here. When I walked up, all
the little chicks and their mother that I hung out with for like a
week last time I was prepping this location alllll came running up to
me and started peeping. The setdressers were all surprised and said
the chicks didn't do that for any of them... So basically I am a
father, and will post pictures of my chicken-children later.
I mean it's obviously because I fed them constantly when they were
tiny, last time I was here... But, whatever works to have adorable
chicks follow you around. If only human females would accept my
offerings of ripped up pieces of gross bagels. I'd be a regular Don
Juan.

I think this might be the worst written thing I've ever done. Posting
from a tiny phone keyboard has this weird way of making you write like
a child.

Today I decided I'm done with my nosering.

I think they look good on girls, but I'm not a girl. So, that's it.

I'm also not 13 I guess.


I still can't get over Paul Newman.

I'm really upset I never visited. I had planned for years to visit him on his birthday in Connecticut.

I had a dream while I was napping this morning that I was driving too
fast down a road filled with chickens and chicks.
It was the most anxious feeling ever, trying to slow down and make
sure no tiny chicks that disappeared beneath the hood quickly become
just pops or crunches.
They were all fine, hundreds of them, but it was terrifying. I knew
once I turned the corner and saw them that I must have seen a "drive
slowly, chickens" sign earlier, but I failed I heed it's warning.

Well, it all turned out fine. Now it's back to picking trash at the
castle.

It's hard to find time to write in this thing when I have call times
lime 4am out on long island. Yesterday I got there a little before 4
and wound up leaving around 930pm.
I drove a coworker back to brooklyn so he wouldn't be stuck with the
production van over the holiday (veteran's day), and when I was
dropping him off he asked if I wanted to join him at a bar for a beer.
Initially, due to a slightly too quiet drive back, my reaction was to
just go home. But I said sure, and I proceeded to join him.
That's how I found myself drinking with what must have been the only
four republicans in Park Slope... Complete with racist anti-Obama jokes.

I left pretty quick.

Unwrapped Double Dare

Marc Summers has got to be the most obnoxious narrator of all time. This guy could not spout more horrible puns per minute on "Unwrapped."

I think I've said the phrase, "I'm going to kill this guy" more times in the past half hour than he has made crappy puns (and that's a lot).

I want to strangle him. That's all there is to it.

Last night I had a dream that I met Dan Castellaneta and couldn't stop freaking out that I was meeting "Homer."

I'm not working this week I guess. I don't know what to do with my time. God forbid I do something productive instead of just listening to music and complaining to myself about feeling hungry but being too apathetic to go actually make myself something to eat.