Move In Day

And I'm up too damn late. Mom is going to be at the new house by 9, which is more like 8:50, so I'm setting the alarm for 8. Let's see how it goes. That is approximately 4.5 hours of sleep, give or take rubbing one out. What? Ok.

So, we got the keys today, started moving stuff in, and a house is had. There's a backyard, a pool, plenty of space, and an office for me. I'm psyched. The house will be empty for a week or two, but other than that, it'll be fantastic.

I'm still out of work for the moment, but I feel that situation about to change. Dean is always there to help out and told me that even if the Harcourt thing doesn't turn out well, he's got shifts for me in the clubs. What a mench, as Melanie woudl say. The Guest List is doing better and better with new campaigns and sponsors on the horizon. That'll be cool. If you're reading this, hit www.orlandoguestlist.com. It's like supporting a friend to stay off drugs. Sort of.

Today is not only my move-in date, but also Pollard's Birthday. So, happy birthday to you sir, if your eyes pass over this. As I said in my voicemail, I'll hit you up with giftery when I: a) have monies b) see you next c) combination of the two.

For now, all is well. I'm going to go into a bit of debt this next two weeks, but what's more debt, eh? At least my credit is still somehow over 700. I swear, I've got to write that book on staying afloat while spending like a homeless person given a dollar twenty-seven in front of a 99 cent liquor store (I can dream, right?).

Hmmm...

It seems that some people are actually reading this crap. Now, if only those people could tell some other people, who would tell some other people... We could get a little following (no, I'm not using the space before the ellipse, damn it). So do that! Tell someone to read this. It doesn't suck that bad and I'm going to put some opinionated garbage up here so you can comment and tell me that I'm bad.

Eventually, if enough people get involved, we can start the Drunken Bastards podcast, a.k.a. The Mike Thomas Show Part II. We just need to get Mr. Weitzner on the Skype for a few minutes every week. He brings it all together. Imagine me holding my hands out in front of your face and making the bridge with my fingers, bringing it together. That, ladies and gentleman, was how JJ (acting teacher extradordinaire) taught me how to be. That, and not to keep all the tension up in my shoulders. You're not angry like this, he would say while turning delicious apple red. You're angry like this! Then, a trickle of blood danced from his nostril to the ground and he collapsed in an overweight mess of muddled clothing and cholesterol.

Moving on...

I'm on the job hunt, people. If you have anything, let me know. As of right now, I'm going to be doing Guest List stuff as much as possible, but that doesn't exactly pay all of my bills. After writing all of my bills down on a piece of paper, I was horrified to find the reason why I didn't have money even though I made a fair amount prior to my "separation." I spend too much. How much money do you spend on a typical night out? A typical dinner? I'm taking a poll, here.

Also, is the following statement the most racist thing you've ever read? (Note: I did not make this one up. Credit must be given to another Jewish fellow.)

Not a direct quote, but in quotations anyway:

"Have you seen American History X?"
(pause)
"Yes."
(giggle from orator)
"Curb kick... and rewind. Curb kick... and rewind."
(stunned silence followed by intense laughter)

Yes, there were "those" people sitting close by. It was awful and amazing. Your thoughts?

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C

Tiger Tiger Woods Ya'll

I'm sad to say
Tiger won't play
Any more tourneys this year
Due to a knee tear (yeah, I know it's not a good sound rhyme)
But he'll return
in order to spurn
The rest of the field
once he is healed

Yeah! You liked it. I'm going to work diligently to continue posting on this lovely little blog that NO ONE reads. One day, though, there may be readers who read it and even go back into the archives of the blog to see what is happening.

I've been thinking about a lot of stuff since my "separation" on Monday and I'd like to take this opportunity to really do something I love, which is NOT working in a cubicle. I like what I'm doing with job #2, so I might as well make that #1. Who knows, maybe if I work half as hard as I know I can, I'll make something of it. 75%, even more. I don't know.

What I do know is this... If I work it out properly, I'll have enough money to pay my bills, eat food, and take care of Lola, which is all I really need. If it can grow from there, then I'm doing something right.

It is my hope that soon you will all see and hear more from Drunken Bastards, via a podcast and this blog. I'll be talking to Mike about this soon.

So, look alive for that.

Back on it... and maybe regularly!

A few things:

I've recently come into contact with some information about the ellipse (...) that made me uncomfortable. Apparently, according to some style guide (horeshit), the ellipse is supposed to have a space before AND after when it appears in a sentence. I find that to be poppycock. Absolute radishdouche. The way I prefer to see it is connected to the preceding word and with a space following.

Why, you may ask, am I ranting on the ellipse? Perhaps because I have been "separated" from my most recent company. Yes. It's happened. I got candled. Again, why? For this, I have no fucking reason. None. They said nothing. Not a "you texted at your desk," or a "your face doesn't fit our corporate culture," nothing. I laughed at the lady when she told me, because I couldn't believe they wouldn't give me a reason.

So, I'm down to one job, but I'm in "thought mode" for the rest of the week. I really want to figure out a way to not have to do the cubicle, office, tie thing, if I can avoid it. I may go back to serving for a bit, but I've already launched a freelancing account on elance, which is supposed to be a good way to get some gigs. I put up a proposal already and look forward to sifting and doing more. It's fucking work to find work. Lame.

Anyway, I may get back into the blog posting and I choose this one, because the logo is cool and I still drink too much. Hell, I may drink even more now. Who knows?

I'm still working job #2, which will now be known as job #1 and I may even bring 20-40 hours to that, just to see if I can make that happen. But, for now... I'm contemplating my near future. Any suggestions?