kubey town

whetzell:

listgenerator:

Behind the scenes of Whetzell’s segment for Everything (Ep. 5)!

“Are you okay?  Whetzell?”

davidseger:

Overnight (2003)

“For anyone interested in pursuing a feature film career, I can’t recommend this documentary enough. It’s the rise and fall of Troy Duffy, a bartender plucked from obscurity by Harvey Weinstein who sold his first script at the age of 25 for $300K; to direct a movie on a budget of $15M with final cut.  It turns out he’s a megalomaniac, and ends up destroying everything that was handed to him on a silver platter…” - Keith Schofield

It’s worth watching just to see the gratuitous shots of Troy in denim overalls with only one strap buttoned.  Absolutely ridiculous.

GPOYW  right now.

kellyoxford:

[nymag.]

oh shit.

wake up at 8:17am

mims is not in bed with me.  at 7am the had cat jumped on the bed and walked all over us meowing.  i assume mims got up then.  i blow my nose.  still feeling congested. 

i say good morning to mims in the kitchen and come sit on the couch to check my email.  mims comes and sits next to me and starts reading my blog on his computer.  he smiles at me and says,

“your life is so luxurious, but boring and sad.”

“i’m just trying to write everyday,” i say.

i tell him about an online article i read about how depression and unemployment are linked and the helpful steps it recites in the article.  the steps are things like: clean your house,  run errands, and do household chores you’ve been putting off.  underneath there were comments from people that said things like, “how can i clean my house when i can’t get out of bed in the morning?” and “i want to kill myself, not run errands.”   we talk about how that’s pretty intense.

mims tries to get me to do the neti pot, but the water comes out my mouth and i choke.  after a few chokes, i feel like i’m drowning and start crying.  i’m a wuss.



mims makes me eggs while listening to def leopard. 

after breakfast i check some blogs.  read some recipes.  blow my nose.  leah im’s me and invites me out.

we go downtown to a prop house that is having a big closing sale.  we talk about leah’s “social life” as we peruse old jars, toys, clocks and other crap.  the best thing i see there is this directors chair: 



I would’ve bought it but it was $125. 

we have lunch at Mr. Ramen.  not great, but they have veggie options for leah.  during lunch, my friend, Jim, calls me.  i pick it up because i think maybe he is visiting and nearby.  turns out jim was at home in DC, watching Burn Notice.  he wanted to call to give me a pep talk because he read my blog about my not getting the job.  it was nice to hear from him.

when i get home, mims is still out.  i feel tired and worn out.  michelle calls to invite me out for a hike or walk, but i feel sick and take a rain check.  i blow my nose a bunch and rest.

later mims calls and says he’s on his way home.  i go out onto the porch to greet him.  he tells me his work meeting was the best meeting he’s ever had.  afterwards he went to visit the Ryznars. he shows me a picture of JD, baby Gary and fancy ray.

we sit on the couch and i read the new LA magazine and mims works.  there is an unexpected knock and the door and that can only mean one thing: our landlord. 

our landlord has set-up a, in his own words, “party for a friend who is getting married,” in the vacant apartment next door.  he wants to know if mims can help him fix the stereo.   mims goes over there and comes back reporting that there is a strobe light and decorations and a shelf in the vacant apartment.  and on that lone shelf, lined up like in a store, are boxes of condoms and lube.  some party.

mims forgets to eat.  it’s 9pm and we start talking about dinner.  we decide to get out of the house and go get some pizza down the street.  we walk down the steps.

do you smell burning?

we see they have set up a fire pit on the porch of the apartment, which is a wooden deck overhang, with bamboo shades pulled down around and a corrugated roof.  there is smoke billowing out of the cracks. smelly black smoke. 

we pray they don’t burn down our house, and leave for the restaurant.

the guys sitting next to us at the restaurant are drinking beers and trying to get psyched up to drive.  they are the worst people ever.  i hate them.  they distract me.

the waitress keeps adjusting her thong.  she brings our pizza to our table and asks if it’s ours.  we look around.  there are 2 other tables and they are both finished.  it’s a small place.

when we send our pasta puttenesca back because it’s disgusting, the owner explains that they make it the way they make it in the old country and it’s name mean’s “whore’s pasta” and so that’s why we didn’t like it.

we get home and the party seems to be underway.  a dude hears us come up the steps and excitedly pokes his head out at us. 

“hey, how’s it goin’?” he enthusiastically greets us, and then seems disappointed when we continue on to our house. 



mims and i discuss call girls, strippers and prostitutes and what exactly those dudes are expecting. 



we watch some lost, snuggle and go to bed.

valeriek:

I just drove past two American Apparels to get to one Starbucks.

It’s a good deal.

i wake up sick. 



i have whatever mims had.

make myself breakfast of oatmeal with side bowl of cut up banana and blueberries with scoop of peanut butter. trader joe’s valencia peanut butter with roasted flaxseeds and sea salt.  orange juice.  tea.

watch LOST episodes in my pajamas.

lunch: mims makes my kale and potato puree into some soup.  he also gives me a ricotta and chicken taco with arugula. 

lots of nose blowing.

i get a call about an art director gig for the following weekend.  it sounds awesome, but i’m already booked for a different project next weekend.  i take time to decide what to do a decide to go with the big, exciting project because i need it on my resume more.  it’s a good project.

all of the back and forth of deciding wears me out.  i had to back out of a friend’s project to take the big one.  i replace myself and everyone seems happy, but the whole situation makes me feel blah.  even though i’m excited about the new project, i feel ambivalent about my art director career.  i get like one internet video a month if i’m lucky.  i just want a job.  i just want a shitty job to hate.  there is an LA Metro billboard ad near my house that shows a dude wearing a tie, in a cubicle and it says, “I M (metro symbol) to the daily grind.”  I looked at that and thought, yeah, daily grind.  that sounds good.

mims tells me he is going out to the new eagle rock brewery with brian.  i am pouty because i’m sick and can’t go.  he is working in the kitchen on his laptop when i ask about dinner.  he says he’s not hungry and leaving in a half hour.  i frown.  so much for special sick treatment.  i get some cheese and bread and go back to watching tv.

mims decides he should make me pasta before he goes after all.  we eat and brian comes over.  we talk about work and pets and tell him a story about our cat snoring.

they leave and i watch more LOST.

from the living room i see movement in the kitchen.  it’s the monkey balloon.  it’s casting a shadow.  it’s moving across the room.  (willy brought over a big balloon that is a monkey wearing boxer shorts with hearts on them.  that was weeks ago and it’s still tapping our ceiling.)

mims comes home.  he smells like booze.  we smooch.  we go to bed.

meatcase

abedinthemorning:

juliasegal:

Morgan Freeman