Friday, April 4

1:25am 28 Days left.

Feels like there's plenty of time. Feels like there isn't enough.

Btu May 2nd isn't the end. If I'm tired of it now, then it's going to be a long career.

Watching whatever is on late night TV. why are there so many bad movies? people say, this script sucks, lets produce it. people will watch it and we'll make our minimum profit while spewing more garbage into the world.

what I'm saying is that I have nothing to write.

and tax season is here. so there are plenty of tax commercials.

watched some spanish TV. and their version of late night talk shows. their jokes aren't as good. puns and more LCD stuff.

browsing through lifehack sites. they feel like self-help. but with more CSS and they're online. some are cool. most are lame.

delicious pages are sweet. tons of sweet, sweet candy.

oh. ok. this is what I learned today:

went up to an editing place. probably production house. and it's 1pm. lunch time. top floor on mercer st.

there's probably 20 people working there. each one ordering something different for lunch. and there's one guy whose sole job and purpose in life was to tick off lunch orders and serve them up. he'd sharpie the lunch containers. this is thai food for so-and-so. and this is chinese for the other guy.

and he did that the entire time I was there. over half an hour.

the place had a Wii. ping pong table. wooden floors. open spaces. long dining table. stocked kitchen. fancy drawers that have breaks on them. if you open, and slam it close. it'll slow down, and spring load itself closed. sweet.

and cupboards fill of candy. so it's heaven.

everyone seemed cool and laid back.

it's where I'd want to work. if I was into production.

maybe the office paid for lunch. that'd be sweet. 'cause that's the epitome of living large. when the place you work at pays for lunch. every day. for 20 people. fanciness at its peak.

recently read steve martin's bio. I think I wrote about that already. finishing interface designs. and reading debbie's book.

not much else. blah. blah. I'd rather be reading.

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