Photo thingy still busted, sorry man.

Today’s soundtrack: holds on, holds on, oh Sherry
Today at 8:02pm: Showing the G4 who’s boss.


There’s work, and then there’s the stuff after work. What sucks is when the stuff after work is...more work.

Sunday morning started off right, I awakened to find my arm wrapped around B-girl and a smallish polar bear. She bought a little stuffed animal and brought it back to my apartment, “to replace you when you’re not here,” she informed me.

Since she hasn’t come up with a name for it, I’m calling it the Bi-Polar Bear. He has a little smile sewn onto his face but that’s because they modeled him during his manic stage. I’m waiting to catch him in his Shame Spiral. Nothing is funnier than a polar bear at rock-bottom--pieces of herring stuck to his face, a smashed bottle of Jim Beam and a dead Eskimo in the corner.

In the afternoon we attended the screening for Wendy’s short film, which I was in. She told me I had to go because one of her professors called me “a find,” whatever that means. Unfortunately Wendy’s film was being screened alongside all the other grad student films, so we had to sit through a good twenty shorts before we got to hers.

Consistent with the unfavorable arithmetic of talent, most of the shorts sucked. J’ever watch student films? They’re always fucking weird. I’m talking like, people with magic-marker spiderwebs on their face running around Central Park like a bunch of fucking idiots, kissing trees and shit.

One short featured a dead rabbit and an old man, another was about a homeless woman getting her finger cut off at Coney Island. A bunch of others looked like when Dieter had dreams on Sprockets. “Gott in Himmel! Dieter’s Dream!” Fucking weird.

It was even weirder seeing myself on screen. The short is only four minutes and I didn’t think I did anything special up there. If anything I kind of look like a dork. But I am all right with that. My Shame Spiral is actually a very tightly-controlled tailspin.

After the screening I had to go back to The Office. The freelance project for The Germans is starting up again. I worked until 1:30am. I work alone so I never talk at work. I say “What’s up” to the security guard on the way in and “Have a good night” on the way out. And I curse like a sailor when PhotoShop craps out on me. System 10 is like the fucking Y2K Crisis, 2002 Edition.

Ben & Eumi got married yesterday! There’s no room to write about it here and you don’t really know them anyway. They both looked fantastic though. They’re just about the only healthy couple I know!

Eumi was glowing and Ben just looked stunned (in a good way). I hope I look like that when my day comes. Perhaps one day I will watch footage of myself, like today, but it will be wedding footage. Un-Sprockets-like and romantic I hope.

I have to get up for work in three hours and there’s a polar bear in my room. It’s supposed to snow tomorrow morning and I think there will be a transit strike, meaning I will have to walk 60 blocks to get to work. If anyone says “Good morning” tomorrow I’m going to tell them “Go to hell.”