Media: Fuck the Phillies, Part Deux.
Music: Getting tired of not having help with the recording.
Food/Drink/Inhalents: No booze. No smoke. Had some Champps for lunch. A chicken salad sandwich and some nachos as an appetizer. For dinner a flatbread. In between, some coffee.
Family: Catherine and I cleaned the garage (slang) until a black widow showed itself and ruined the mood. I then retreated into my cave of an office where the spiders MAY be… but keep their distance. Played with the little ones a lot. I got Rocco started on this thing when going down stairs that he refuses not to do anytime ANYONE is near stairs. Adorable.
Friends: Andrea and Renn were good workers on a Sunday, working on the podcast (which arrives Tuesday). Let’s just say there may or may not be a puppet show factoring in.
Work: See above.
Art: Oh yes, but 3-D art. You’ll see…
Goodies: I got materials for the podcast, and some toys for the kids.
Screenwriting: No, not with this brain I’m rocking this week. It’s a pile of fuck.
Projects: Not really.
Minutia: If you want to be a perfect co-worker to me it’s simple: Don’t cause any headaches and be proactive. Don’t wait for instruction. Just look at the site(s) and see what’s needed and focus on that.
Activity: Some. I’m probably due to get the bike prepped for spring/summer.
Ailments: I wouldn’t be surprised if an Indian medicine man comes out of this blister.
Shrink’s Chair: Your birthday is overrated. I don’t care who you are.
Asshole(s) of the Day: Whomever at Regus (the company that owns our office building) decided that it was a good idea to turn the A/C off on weekends.
True Trivia: The entire Ted Levine thing was done live and unscripted, with me switching back and forth via a vocal FX pedal.
Link of the Day: The Most Unlikely Grammy Award Winner. Angus Scrimm. So great.
Looking ahead to tomorrow: Work. Headaches.
The Day’s Rating:
Rating: Out of a Possible 5 Stars
Out of a Possible 5 Stars