I Don’t Know What To Say Anymore

Yup. That’s the sound of crickets you hear here. It’s about as barren as my asshole right now. It’s very sad that the Dodgers and sports in general have completely hijacked my life. It’s great that I’m writing on a more regular basis, but this is a little crazy. For instance, I was over at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery with evildork, lotusblossom and saltysea tonight, and they had a vote on whether to show Pee Wee’s Big Adventure this year. To the people who cheered for them not to show the movie, I yelled out, “GIANTS FANS” real loud. Ben shot a look at me and said, “You are cut off from sports.” Other than that, I’ve been acclimating to my new digs. I got my couch and chair a couple of weeks ago. It still feels really weird to have a place that is all mine. Not that I’m complaining. It’s great! As much naked time as I want, and things are done the way I want them. It completely satisfies the control-freak in me. One of these days, I will upload a new podcast. Someday.