Well, I am finally all settled into the apartment here in Astoria, Queens. It’s been fun so far, and even though I have very little money to be clowning around with, I have spent a lot of time getting in touch with friends down here, and ATP in particular.
Now, ATP, for those who like to pay attention, is my writing partner here in NYC. I met him years ago when we were both living and working Upstate. Every night after work, I would meet him at his apartment, and we often found ourselves coming up with ideas and writing until 5 or 6 in the morning. Sure, my production at work on the following day was quite shitty, but who cares.
I worked at a record store, and since I was a manager, no one really noticed. Enough caffeine will do that, I have heard.
EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD
I just spent the better part of an hour looking for parking. At this apartment, we can’t have the car in front of the house on Thursday from 9:30 to 11 a.m. Kind of sucky, as most residents plan ahead of time and park their cars elsewhere the night before. My silly ass just drove around looking for ANYWHERE to park, and it was a bitch.
Hey, it’s better than trying to park in Brooklyn.
Or even Manhattan.
At least I am here in one piece. That’s really all I care about. That and my beta fish. Like every other “pet” I have owned since High School, their names end in “Bobo;” Fishy Bobo and Felicia Bobo to be precise.
I put “pet” in quotes as I often named the dissection projects I had in biology classes some derivative of the name. There was Sharky Bobo, Kitty Bobo, Froggy Bobo, and even Mousy Bobo. Hell, I even named a hovercraft that I made for Physics the “Bobomobile.”
I was obsessed with the name much the same way that Gloomchen loves herself some Pikachu.
SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY
I helped ATP paint his room.
I am not the most patient person, so that was a frustrating day and a half. He picked a good color though, so I was happy for him. It was very rewarding helping him out, but I still have some maroon paint stuck under my fingernails.
So, on my first day here, I almost won myself a freaking iPod Shuffle. Some show on K-Rock was giving them out to anyone who could name ALL four of the songs he played brief clips of on the radio.
When I say “brief,” I meant really, really short. Probably half a second for each song, and I knew only 3 for sure. The 4th was the one I couldn’t come up with the name of, but they gave the prize to some idiot who really only knew two of them.
I would have liked something for free. Had I known that I could guess on the air, as that MUST be the standard down here, I would have called in sooner. Bastards changed the rules.
Salty and I, after last week’s sob-fest, have talked a bunch since I left, but I really wanted to get an iPod (Shuffle or Mini, I don’t care, its FREE!) to rub it in his face a little. We could have had a good laugh.
It seems every time I have come down to the city on a visit, some silliness has ensued, like the last trip in which I met the guys from “Shaun of the Dead” and Sir Paul McCartney all in the same hour.
I dare any readers out there to send me better NYC stories than that. I will share the best with the IP fans next week.
BROOKLYN, BRONX, QUEENS, AND STATEN
Haven’t heard anything about the Fuse Ultimate VJ Search. However, after seeing the number of black folk on the website in the audition previews, I am beginning to think that they are looking to find a talented person of “color.”
Now, I am far from being racist or bigoted, I am just disturbed with the way it appears this contest is going. I really think that they should just hire the best person for the job. I don’t care if the person is white, black, green, or even from this freaking country, so long as they are GOOD.
Let the talent of the person outweigh the necessity for a “type” of person. They should just be judged solely on their ability to get the audience involved, regardless of their race. I know that Fuse wants to continue to be about nothing but the music, as their commercials indicate, they will end up doing the right thing.
Fuse, if you are reading this, CALL ME.
Please.
I don’t want to have to look for a REAL job.
JOEY, I’M NOT ANGRY ANYMORE
Ugh. Maybe I am still annoyed with “Old Friend Who Tried To Krunk Up My Relationship When It Had Just Started,” (read: OFWTTKUMRWIHJS) but I give him credit for trying to do his best last week.
I can imagine how hard it was to swallow his pride for a few seconds and shake my hand like he should have done in October, however, there is still no apology for acting like a freaking child.
I didn’t steal some toy. A wonderful woman fell in love with a pretty kickass guy…me. I guess I can forgive him for talking ridiculous amounts of shit about me, but he just doesn’t seem to feel he was wrong for what he said. He IS entitled to his own opinion, but as a friend, he just can’t go around talking all that nonsense.
LALA LALA LALA, TOO HYPE
Dan Hevia secured the best interview EVER on InsidePulse. As a huge, enormously obsessed fan of 24, I was jealous that he got to talk to anyone, but Kim Raver has made the show fun again with her strong potrayal of Audrey Raines. It also gives Kiefer Sutherland a new romantic interest.
JR Fernandez DID put me over in the InsidePulse Battle Royal, but he had me using a Croquet Mallet. How freaking un-hardcore is that? Anyway, I assume that I won’t be able to wrestle the site away from Wids and Matty Matt, but I wouldn’t even try. Lunch on Widro would be cool, but I am not too sure that either of these people really exists.
McCullar’s PERFECT FLICK tackles “The Last Boy Scout.” My favorite scene in the movie happens when a dude that’s getting dome in the hot tub gets his nose busted by a football. It’s great.
Is it irony that in the same week my buddy is interviewing for a production job with PBS, that Gloomy brings up Sesame Street? I think so.
Mike Eagle debuts his column and it kicks copious amounts of ass. I love this guy. You should too, especially as I consider him the Hip Hop Aficionado of Los Enfuegos.
Bloc Party will be the Next Big Thing in 2005. You heard it here…uh, technically I think I said this THIRD. Just a thought…
That’s it for me this week. I have to go find a job, as it appears that NO jobs have been finding me. Oh well.
‘Til next week, keep it real.
Ssquared
