Today = Blah

I haven't posted on this blog for a zillion years, but I just felt like I should mention that I am feeling rather blah today. Hopefully inspiration will strike and I'll be up to writing something substantial later. We shall see.....

"What a Day" by Greg Laswell

What a day to be alive
What a day to realize I'm not dead
What a day to save a dime
What a day to die trying

What a way to say goodbye
What a wonderful life now all aligned
What a way to use your mind
What a day to say good-night

Bring on the evening
As I cry
Bring on the evidence
Of my life

What a day to give a damn
What a day for "Gone With The Wind"
And what a day to start again
What a day to give up dry gin

Bring on the evening
As I cry
Bring on the evidence
Of my life
Bring on the evening
As I cry
Bring on the evidence
Of my life...

Where to go
Where to go
From here I
Don't know
Where to go
Where to go
From here I
Don't know
Don't know

What a day to visit Seattle
What a day for San Francisco
What a day, Holy Toledo
What a day to get in the air and go
What a day to give up smoking
What a day to absorb Jim Beam
What a day to welcome a baby
And to begin breathing...

Immitation Is The Best Form Of Flattery

I need to meet Kate Moennig. Who's gonna help me? I think I'm morphing into her character, Shane, from the L word and it's starting to freak me out... But the new haircut ROCKS! And it's sent my confidence level through the roof. Which is always nice... so thanks, Kate, for that. Now let's hang out before I lose my mind! Argh...

...Couple Things...

So.... I'm pretty excited that the Giants won. So much so, that I completely lost my voice. The Super Bowl was on my birthday, and I had quite the bash at Cabo Cantina in Venice. If you were there, you know. And thank you to those of you who showed your adorable faces. I appreciate it greatly. And to those of you who couldn't join us but still called to send your well-wishes, much thanks to you too.

Moving on... I am obsessed with the new Feist song. Here are the lyrics. HAPPY BELATED FAT TUESDAY AND YAAAAAAAY GIANTS!!!! :)

"I Feel It All"

I feel it all, I feel it all

I feel it all, I feel it all

The wings are wide, the wings are wide

Wild card inside, wild card inside

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart

I'll be the one to hold the gun

I know more than I knew before

I know more than I knew before

I didn't rest, I didn't stop

Did we fight, or did we talk?

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart

I'll be the one to hold the gun

I love you more

I love you more

I don't know what I knew before

But now I know I wanna win the war

No one likes to take a test

Sometimes you know more is less

Put your weight against the door

Kick drum on the basement floor

Loved him like a winder bird

On my head the water pours

Gulf stream through the open door

Fly away, try to make the world you want to make

Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

I feel it all! I feel it all!

I feel it all! I feel it all!

The wings are wide! The wings are wide!

Wild card inside, wild card inside

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart

I'll be the one who'll break my heart

I'll be the one who'll break my heart

I'll end it, though you started it

The truth lies

The truth lied

And lies divide

Lies divide

P.S. If you are a Texas alum, or just a fan of UT, and you live in LA, I better see you at Thirsty Thursday tonight at The Parlor, on Wilshire in Santa Monica. Seriously. BE THERE! :)

Dark Mountain

It's taken me a few weeks to actually wrap my mind around the whirlwind that was my trip to Vail this year, but the past few days have allowed me to unwind myself enough to really gauge what took place on my short but memorable journey to the middle. 

First of all, it was awesome. Second of all, it was awesome. But aside from its awesomeness (in pretty much every conceivable way) I really feel like I grew as a person. 

Sounds lame, I know. But I'm serious. I got to ski in some of the best snow I've seen in a decade. I got to spend time with my family in one of the most exclusive ski towns on the planet. I got to hang out with my awesome brother, who amazes me more every day with his strength of heart and an uncanny wisdom he's somehow acquired at such a young age. I met someone in a van on the way to Vail from the Denver Airport who has proved to be a real gem of a friend, both in ski country and in Los Angeles. And I also met a guy who worked in a bar who turned out to be not just a guy who worked in a bar, but someone who helped me see that I've got a lot more living to do and I'm worth taking a huge risk for.

I'm usually pretty ready to come home from Colorado each year after being stuck with my family for 8 days. But this year, I realized I wasn't stuck with anything. I was blessed. And I wept as I flew over the mountains on my way back to Los Angeles. I wasn't just sad to be leaving the mountains, but sad to be ending a Christmas vacation I will never, ever forget. 

So, thanks to those of you who helped make that nostalgia possible. I may shed a tear now and then thinking back on the 8 short days of December 2007 I spent in Colorado, but it won't be out of sadness. That I know for sure...

Late Night Conversations With Myself

First and foremost, I fully expect that this entry will never be seen by its intended reader. However, it is a world wide web, and who am I to assume that in its vastness this tiny gesture couldn't somehow find its way to its destiny. In any case, here it is:

I was thinking, as I often do, and upon such thoughts as, "Why doesn't google automatically capitalize words like my BlackBerry does?..." I came across the pondering, "Hmm... Incubus is kind of a cool band."  This is not a new idea, of course, as I've enjoyed this band for some time. Perhaps not as much as Jimmy Eat World or Muse, but quite a bit nonetheless. And speaking of Muse.... 

This Incubus song should have come out circa 2003... it would have possibly saved me from a world of heartache. Although, "Time is Running Out" seemed to have given me only a giggle of a clue so I guess it's touch and go with these things. Any way you slice it, though, this song pretty much sums up a relationship I was both cursed and blessed with....

I'll never forgive you, but I'll definitely never forget you either. You know who you are........

Incubus - "Oil and Water"

You and...

I are... like oil and water

We've been tryin'

Tryin'

Trying

Ohhhh... to mix it up

We've been...

Dancing... on a volcano

And we've been cryin'

Cryin'

Crying

Ohhh... over blackened souls

Babe, this wouldn't be the first time

It will not be the last time

There's no parasol that could shelter this weather

I've been...

Smiling... with anchors on my shoulders

And I've been dyin'

Dyin'

Dying

Ohhh... to let them go

Babe, this wouldn't be the first time

And it will not be the last time

There's no parasol that could shelter this weather

We've been...

Lying... to each other

Hey! Babe, let's just call it, 

Call it

Call it

Ohhh... what it is

Oil and water...

Day From Hell

At around 9:30 this morning, in the pouring rain, I attempted to convince a cop not to impound my car, which was LEGALLY parked on a street in Santa Monica. However, the fact that it had quite expired Texas registration tags meant I wasn't going to talk my way out of that mess.

So, the next 7 hours of my day were basically about as painful as sticking hot pokers in my eyes. Thankfully, I met this kick ass chick last night at a movie premiere and she carted me around all day whilst I ran the gauntlet of crap that needed to be done in order to get my car out of the impound. Hannah Banana is my hero.

In case you live in Los Angeles and think you can get away with not registering your car here, hear this:  You are sorely mistaken. Here is what you will be put through if you should stupidly decide, as I did, that renewing your registration is not important...

1. Your car can be impounded from the street even if you are legally parked (apparently).

2. In the event that it is impounded, it's not like you can just show up at the tow yard and pick it up after shelling out a few hundred bucks.

3. You must first bring the title, registration, and insurance information to the DMV, where you will wait for hours among some of the most grotesque people you've ever laid eyes on.

4. The DMV will harass you and make you feel like the scum of the earth before FINALLY processing your "temporary registration" and charging you a minimum of $200. 

5. Next you must go to the local police station to get your car "released" from the tow yard. To do this, you must bring them the temporary registration you just got from the DMV and sit in a cold, poorly decorated waiting room while the only detective that handles auto impound is in a 5 hour meeting and taking her sweet time to get back to the office. 

6. Lastly, when you finally get to speak to a real live person, they give you a document that you must bring to the tow yard to officially release your vehicle back into your possession. But of course, by the time you make it back over to the tow yard, there is a line 10 deep and it's pouring again outside and they're taking 30 minutes per angry car owner. 

7. Don't forget to run out of gas on the way home. That's an important step.

Yes. Today sucked. Tomorrow will be better. Thursday will be awesome because I'll be in Colorado. 

Take it sleazy, kids. And renew your registration.