You're trying awful hard, dude.

I love how he fondles the Playboy.

(h/t Videogum)

My brain needs a reboot.

OK, I never post from work, but I have to share this one.

I just spent the last 5 hours typesetting a brochure in Hebrew. That means flipping the binding order, flipping all the art and text boxes on the pages to face the spine as in the English, and then formatting all the text.

I finished up, ran a PDF proof for the linguist to verify, and opened another file to work in Spanish. Except I can't.

My brain has completely switched to right-to-left mode, and even typing in English is difficult. I'm looking at my monitor and it's confusing to see things the "right" way. This must be what it feels like to come back from a 2-week vacation to a place where the traffic flows in a different direction. A lifetime of training undone in 5 hours.

I am so fucking discombobulated right now. Trippy.

OK, now my iPod is really starting to fuck with me...

Last week, it was masturbation.

Today, back-to-back?

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy
Pearl Jam - Life Wasted

Let's roll out some lyrics, shall we?

Crazy
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In so much space

And when you're out there
Without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
probably

And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice

Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,
Ha ha ha bless your soul
You really think you're in control

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them
Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done

Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably


Life Wasted
You're always saying that there's something wrong
I'm starting to believe it's your plan all along
Death came around, forced to hear its song
And know tomorrow can't be depended on.

I seen the home inside your head
All locked doors and unmade beds.
Open sores unattended
Let me say just once that

I have faced it, a life wasted, I'm never going back again.
I escaped it, a life wasted,I'm never going back again.
Having tasted, a life wasted, I'm never going back again.

The world awaits just up the stairs
Leave the pain for someone else
Nothing back there for you to find
Or was it you, you left behind?

You're always saying you're too weak to be strong
You're harder on yourself than just about anyone.
Why swim the channel just to get this far?
Halfway there, why would you turn around?

Darkness comes in waves, tell me, why invite it to stay?
You're warm with negativity,
Yes, comfort is an energy,
But why let the sad song play?

I have faced it, a life wasted, I'm never going back again.
I escaped it, a life wasted, I'm never going back again.
Having tasted, a life wasted, I'm never going back again.
Oh I erased it, a life wasted, I'm never going back again.


Just what is the message here? You know, it's one thing for my iPod to tell me to masturbate more. But what now?

Oh, and Susan Dey is coming over...

My brother was in town this weekend to do a craft festival at Belleayre Mountain, so I went down for the weekend. My Uncle Carlo was also in town, and cousin Lara came up with her sons.

My mother planned a big dinner and invited some other local friends up. Sometime Saturday morning, she hit me with the sentence that titles this post.

OK, then.

All had a delightful evening. Mom put on a hell of a spread, the beer and wine flowed freely, as did the conversation.

As far as the celebrity factor? None. Not like anyone gives a shit what I think of them, but I would say the best thing I could think about a celebrity is "normal."

Susan and her husband Bernard were 100% normal. Really, if you had no idea, you would have had no idea. (My brother, for example, has no idea. Yes, he knows what the phrases "Partridge Family" and "LA Law" mean, but they were never part of his life. He was 14 when her Grace Van Owen died. I doubt he's ever seen a rerun of either.) A key cast-member of two different shows that were each iconic in their own generation, and nothing even came up in any conversation. The city of LA itself came up, as in why they were happy to leave, but no "back when I was doing XYZ show" type of stuff.

I like that.

I hope to see them again, just because they're nice new neighbors.