Pawning for sleep

So tired. Too much cancer to deal with. Too much oxy. Too much valium. Too much Tommy James and the Shondells (That's a lie. One can never get too much of Tom and the Shons). One too many 42" broken flat screen TVs due to over use. (12 hours a night for 7 years. And then some). One too many 10" old-fashioned TVs to take its place. Strangely, the cute little 10" bugger is kinda cool. I can't read the channel line-up from 10 feet away, but the ambient light and the sound are fine. I guess my communication professors in college were right. TV is an aural medium. Try watching Pawn Stars without sound. It's friggin' trippy.

Tesla's kitchen

Have you ever seen a microwave go through its death throes? It is absolutely spectacular. It's like a Tesla experiment next to your sink.

It happened to me this week. I got this microwave in 1988. It lasted 24 years. On Wednesday, I put a cup of soup in it for 3:00. It immediately (the microwave, not the soup) began arcing, popping, and smoking. It was so cool.) Alas, I had to unplug it and improvise blacksmith tools to remove the soup. I taped it up and saluted it for 24 years of wonderful service. The damn thing fed me longer than my mom.

Things to do while alone in NYC

Lynn has been working insane hours lately. Even more insane than the 70 hour-per-week usual. I haven't seen her since Wednesday. It's beginning to get lonely. And that NEVER happens to guys. I thought we were going to hang on Saturday, but she had to make an unexpected visit to see her cousin. Today, her computer broke, and she had to rush out of her apartment without calling or knocking on my door. Had I known things would have turned out as such, I would have gone to D.C. for my nephew's 8th birthday. I wanted to be here in case she she had a chemo relapse. So, it's just me, NYC, Pawn Stars, Sunday football, making songs on Garage Band (that's a whole 'nother entry), and seeing how long I can grow my hair.

Truth should trump time

OK, so it's been a really long time since I've posted. Actually, I've been IMming people related to my old Saatchi job. For some reason, they're calling me to partner up with me to get jobs. Guess there's safety in numbers. Especially if you're one of a zillion graphic designers looking to pair up with an employable copy director. In this economy, with this negative focus on the pharma industry, and this ridiculous expectation for making money by transmitting lies about drugs from drug manufacturers. I don't like lying. I wish I could get paid for writing the truth.