|As I sat in my office/IT room today at work, looking for something to do (besides work), I realized that I miss composer. You know… built in cell phone ringtone composer. For me, composer was better than all the games on all my old cell phones… put together. Composer = at least a good hour of being occupied. When I got this new cell, I was super excited cuz it said “composer” under features. Little did I know, composer now means midi sequencer with pre-set, non-changeable melodic/percussion/bass options. Eff that. Bring on the monophonic renaissance.
This past weekend we finished shooting Brown Soup Thing. Our shooting schedule ended with the big improv-type scene involving four of RTI’s finest (Well, three of RtI’s finest: Geg, Kris, and Wes, and one of RtI’s kind-of-OK-est.) and “the” Joey Guila. Hopefully, in three months (the projected post-production period) I’ll be whining to you all about how stupid and ugly I look on screen. Can’t wait. So.. better start pubbing.
One thing I would really love right now (besides a real composer on my cell) is health insurance. I really want to go to a doctor and perhaps get an echocardiogram or something cool like that. I’d like to be able to buy my meds without spending a notable portion of my paycheck. Or maybe I should go find another job I hate, but gives benefits cuz they’re such a huge company and it would be real bad PR if they didn’t. It would be somewhat sad if I just sat here and died because I can’t afford to go the doctor.
I think it’s finally started at this job. I went on Monster.com today while at work. One thing I’ve come to realize is that no matter where you work, there’s always gonna be that one idiotic higher-up that makes the workday a trial of Herculean proportions. It’s even worse when they like to pretend like they know what’s up… but the don’t. Perhaps I just have to learn to deal with this… fuck that. I suppose I’ll treat this place like all my other jobs… stick around as long as it’s useful to me, then shed it. Perhaps I’m just not meant to be an employee.
I was reading an article I found from Digg, that spoke of the ongoing boom of the UK man-bag trend. Apparently some people attribute it to the growing number of gadgets. I think that’s at least a somewhat worthy assessment. I say that because it’s probably true in my case…apart from the fact that I’m not in the UK.
It’s like this: Every time I walk out my door, I do what I call a CWK check. Cellphone/wallet/keys. (Seems I forgot today because I don’t have my wallet on me.) You know, the basic necessities. Sometime during college it became CWKGMHCN, or something. Cellphone/wallet/keys/gameboy/minidisc player(haha i said minidisc)/headphones/camera/notebook. And Gameboy wasn’t just gameboy… it was the gameboy + games + light + extra batteries, etc. Hence: I am in need of man-baggage.
I hate Brain Age. Thanks for the DSlite, look at what you’ve done! Yes… the DSlite now has it’s own, very esteemed place in my man-bag, next to the GBA NES SP, which I guess isn’t necessary anymore. But by golly, it still looks so cool.
Wes wants a DS.
Congrats to the newly engaged of RtI. May your engagement be very engaged-like.
Engaged is a weird looking word. If pronounced differently, it looks like its definition would be, “participating in the act of gagging.”
I’m a bit sad that in a little over a month, our lease ends and our vestige of 371- er, 103 is all splitting up. And that it’s my goodbye to orange county. I guess it really means I’m leaving UCI behind… perhaps for good. I guess it’s about time. Well, I guess it’s a bit overdue. Hah.