The "I don't know what to title this blog entry" Entry

So I went out with, Gino, Gen, and Alisha to ViVid (night club). I went out as Peter Parker. Took some photos, and post them soon. I know I've somewhere around 125-plus photos to post that which I've taken within the last two weeks or so, and this only adds to it, but I will post them soon. Gino, Alisha, Gen, and Diane: I WILL GET TO IT SOON. Please stop your snickering. nahaha

Anyway. Lotsa girls dressed very scantily walking and dancing at ViVid and downtown San Jose in general. Twas fun, saw Wilson from Home Improvement. The guy brought a piece of paper in the shape of a picket fence, and held it up to his face most of the night. A couple dressed (I use the term, "dressed," loosely) as Adam and Eve. I even took a picture with Quail-Man. Austin Powers was behind the turntables, and Dr. Evil doin a lil dancing near the turntables.

Gino only brought a mask out to the club, and Gen dressed as Snow White, and Alisha slapped on some tanning lotion to darken her skin, and wore a afro-wig to pull off a 70s basketball player. She brought a basketball intending to take it into the club, but we told her it was a bad idea, and she ended up leaving it in the car. She said she created some dance-moves with said basketball. And by the end of the night when we wanted to see it, she said she was just joking... Me and Gino didn't buy it.

At the end of the night, we hung out in Gino's garage talking about two tv shows that we love so fuckin much: The Office (the U.S. version. not that the U.K. one isn't funny. which it is, by the by), and Arrested Development. Good times. And hopefully on Wednesday night, Halloween Night, when we are back to full force (re: the rest of the guys are back in town), more fun times will ensue.

Now to some fucked up stuff: Namely, my cell phone. My VX9800. My texter friendly phone. Hrmm, both screens are plain white now, and it couldn't have decided to gone and done so at a worser time. As I said, it is a very texter friendly phone, and texting a particular person would probably solve a particular situation that I'd like to pursue. Them's the breaks I guess. I mean, I haven't been the most careful handler of this particular phone. But still, this sucks.

Okay, let's end this on a less sucky note. Over on BKV's Cabal,
Nick I. named me the "Best caballero you easily could get a beer...maybe two...with: Joey JP (who also wins for coolest sketchbook theme)" Very cool thing of him to say, and here's my response: "Thanks Nick, and if you're planning to come back for WonderCon again next year, we're increasing that number..."

Hrmm, that response sounds like I'm an alcoholic. Haha. Which no, I am not. I gave an award to NothingFace and DavePress for almost always having good comic recommendations (other than Brian himself) on the Cabal. A tightly knit bunch of Caballeros that we are. I have a handle on boards like Newsarama, and I think on Interpol's site too, and yeah, I think that's it. But yeah, the Cabal is a very cool board if just for the positivity.

P.S. I've just nominated myself for being the Caballero that best knows the way to San Jose. Ridiculousness, I know. :P

Whirlwind Weekend

Well yeah, I haven't abused my liver like this weekend since my birthday back in August. Pretty crazy. Pretty fun.

Here's a quick run down: lots of drinking... yeah that sums it up nicely. I'll post some pictures via Flickr and Myspace soon enough. But yeah, all that really needs to be said is how fortunate I am to have the enormous amount of friends that I have, and how much fun they are to hang out with, have fun with, and yeah, get pissed drunk with. And no, I am not currently buzzed, drunk, or otherwise inebriated. I am completely sober as I write this. And yes, that probably make this all the more a mushy blog entry. But yeah. Twas a fun weekend... yet now I am also thinking that I didn't get much writing done this weekend... FUCK!!

Oh well, just more inspiration for further ideas, nahaha :P

So. Damn. Close.

Yeah. I've already told a few friends that I'm closing in on the finish line on the ol script. I just need to find some time. I wish I could post a photo on the new desk that I've had my eye on ever since I went to Ikea last weekend. But let's just say that I didn't want to leave the model desk that was on the show floor when I was in Palo Alto. Not only because of how much I love the desk, but also because my ass hand never felt so comfortable in a "computer" chair.

Anyway, I've made the recent observation that in my writings, whether screenplay, prose, letters to friends, or IMs, that I have an incessant need to funny it up a bit. I dunno, maybe I'm making too much of it. My neurosis gets the best of me sometimes, but I think I just get worried that sometimes something just sounds too serious if I don't bring some sort of funny to the writing. Then ten minutes after the fact, I come to the assumption that I probably should've let well enough alone, and I wanna lightly slap the top of my forehead and ask myself "Why did I feel I had to write that?"

Like I said: I probably do over think it, but I'll try not to anymore.

The Week's Agenda

On deck for this week:

Monday- Went running/walking this morning. Wrote about five pages today. I was supposed to go inquire about a job after picking up my niece and nephew, but had to take care of some other things online. So that means...

Tuesday- Do a little lifting in the morning. Write another five pages.

Wednesday- Another round of running/walking, and another five pages. Plus, it's new comics day. So there ya go.

Thursday- Lifting, and five more pages.

Friday- The hell if I'm gonna do either running/walking or lifting. But five more pages fasho.

I wanted to finish the screenplay by today, Monday October 1st, but, well that obviously didn't happen. I also need to get my arse in shape. So yeah, this is me going out and doing just that. This week I plan on easing my way into the running and lifting stuff. Mostly just walking this morning. I didn't really run all too much. But just enough to get the ol heart rate goin. And let me just say that if I had sex today instead of running, I think I would've died. I really do. Because my legs and feet just felt so damn heavy. Picture Homer Simpson trying to catch up with an ice cream truck, and you'd get an exaggeration of what was my morning, but it gives you a rough idea. Here's to a good week.