Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Killing Time Before Time Kills Me

I dreamed someone stole our new security light.

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Our traffic tools here at work are not currently working.

It’s a double log day. Eh, I ain’t worried.

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You know, car commercials are pure fiction in one way. They always show how roomy and great some car is, and they always show the owner accelerating up some mountainside road to avoid a rockslide or something. Or making a quick maneuver in traffic, thus indicating that the car has the necessary horses to make those quick moves.

It never, ever works like that. If you’re driving down the freeway and someone is coming up the onramp, they never, EVER stomp on the gas and attempt to blend in with the freeway-speed traffic. No, they just ease on over doing about 27mph, and they never even hear the explosions behind them as cars swerve and screech to avoid hitting them.

(Partially nicked from Jeff Prowse)

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Hood’s been doing some gigs for the Ticket 1310. He’s in the background of a shot titled “Jesse Jane arrives, and Darnell is visibly taken aback” in the grey shirt.

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Tools are supposedly back up. We’ll see.

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