The train is back in the station...

With the old mitsubishi job gone, the smoking rip is now in session and i am working overtime again loading any cool smoking shot of the last twenty years. The horror, the horror.

The nerve party got hyped up a bit too much in my head, it was really just a regular party, and i got some great picts of it which will be up soon. promise.

Have you ever noticed how many different designs there are for the release "button" on dvds? its got to be as least as many as the shape of a dick, vag, and tits.

Oh, and caitlin, are comments the new email?

i guess nobody ever sent me the memo.

What’s going on…

The super intense crazy job has ended and I got through it with flying colors. I had two nights past one am, a full weekend, and that overtime will look delicious on my pay check, let me tell you.

Twenty minutes of video (really one five minute piece with 5 different versions) dubbed four times plus finalizing time (if you’ve burned a dvd you know the pain I feel, after recording, instead of just being ready like a tape, a dvd must finalize to be able to play) will fuck you nicely. Then you have to watch all of them again, watching every single frame intently looking for a jump or an audio screw up. And remember, this is a video who’s footage you loaded, you rough cut, dubbed off for the mix, commented on, posted, basically something you have already seen about a thousand times. Well, this is the life I have chosen. The burden of video derives from its very anal retentive being. To truly get it right, tons of people have to work on a staggering miasma of details, making sure every tee is crossed and eye is poked. But we love it. The end product still, to this very hyper-technological day, amazes us.

Oh. And I went back to the underground poker club with john as his real first time (he went there once before to play a tournament that got canceled). I lost one hundred in a run of the worst cards I ever had, he came up thirty. Then yesterday I played with john and angus and finally left as the biggest loser, down forty.

The count stands at ninety up.

Now, I’m off to a nerve hoity toity wine party. Hopefully I will have some good times, good pictures and good stories to post about tomorrow.

Peace.

Because war is for pussies.

Fuck you people. You are so nosy. I don't give a shit about you anymore.

Happy Fucking Valentine's Day!

Work it baby, work it…

I have been trudging through this rough work weekend with the aplomb of a Spartan frontliner. In at ten, out at ten or one or eight. Fast forwarding through hours of hey for that needle in the rough.

I will remember these days as the time in my life where I just worked my ass off. It’s been a year or so of this. Late hours weekends, and all at the drop of the hat—I have my coat on a Friday night, ready to enjoy the weekend, and bam, the call comes in and I get swamped with no time off.

As bad as it gets, I feel proud. I have accomplished so much since graduation. My knowledge base has increased technologically one thousand fold. My knowledge of intraoffice politics, how to go up a corporate chain now has actual experience. My psychological strength in times of heavy stress has been tested enough that I can handle whatever impossibility gets thrown my way. Adulthood. Not the full adulthood of mortgage and kids stylee, but definitely a departure from the care free days of the collegiate quasigrown up- still-a-child-really world.

I am a twenty something young professional, working his ass off. And surprise, surprise, it feels good. Whuddathunkit?

i worked from nine thirty to one in the morning yesterday. i got to shadow cut again, this very hard mitsubishi pitch video. now i have to go hunt down some movie with a closeup of wasabi on it, and a nice vanilla shot. wish me luck.

Sound Lounge challenge…

A few of the guys at a sound house we use had some peeps and me over for some poker. It ended up being a small game of only five.

PS 260 did not do so well at the showing. Bryan lost forty dollars, first one out, and biggest loser. Eric left next, down twenty, but i commend him on not rebuying again, lord knows i did.

But I kept our honor by coming out with the most chips in the end, 52 dollars, and

second in profit at twenty-two. Second place Justin took home 27 with an almost forty gross. He never bought back, that bastard.

Paul lost ten cashing out with thirty chips.

I went all in with ace king preflop, one of the first preflop raises of the game, and paul calls with a pair of threes. The flop comes out three king blah. I got my fucking king, but he spiked his three right off the bat. But later I took my shit back with a sneaky two pair he didn’t believe.

Good fun, good fun. The winning trend continues with a 230 up marker.

Long live getting the runner runner flush when you have the ace.

I know adobe products better than you…

My editor secured a contract with Nextel last april to make all their industrials (company “power videos,” sales self promotion crap) for a while. We have now made like six or seven of them. In one, we had to deliver like 400 mini video cds.

So I got to design the cover. This is what I came up with.

I know it’s a bit lame, but I got a kick out of it when I realized that four hundred people would be fondling my whore art.

yes. whore art. but art none the less.

Sunday of Sundays…

Superbowl Sunday surprise at senor rutkoffs. I would be taking the chips from my office that weigh more than your fattest cousin so I chose a ride with a wood pit stop over subway arm strain.

Of course we got a bit lost.

But the free wood booty was there for sure.

Putting it in the car,

Was no sweat.

Except I got a bloody pinky that looks worse than this picture appears.

So I took out the mat and althea be good sticks.

Then pregame poker began.

I did my thing, Derek did his thing,

even rutkoff got in on the action, coming out big winner on a rebuy.

Wings, pizza, and cheese dip all came.

And went.

People watched the game, which meant allot of magazine or paper time.

Or dan sleeping

Then the postgame poker began. (the players that had been playing since three cashed out and a new game started afresh circa eight or nine.)

Claire played the game of her life coming out big winner.

I slinked into second for a seventy five profit takehome.

And althea made like ten.

Big thank you to the hosts, gracious as they are.

The late train home always feels poetic.

Im now up 210 dollars.

If my left nut were near you, you would have to suck it.

I tried…

I did. I tried to post something in the last four days. But it was all at awkward times and nothing made sense. Alone, they were nothing, but together they might fly. Here are all my attempts at a post.

A very themed week…

Nothing but poker this week. The trio of john angus and dustin once again squared away. John lost it all. Angus took first and I doubled my money. Being pissed for the previous night, John made an off hand challenge of a fifty dollar game right there

So I have this penis…

It aches at times. It becomes a real nuisance, a dull throb between my legs stealing attention from anything else.

What reality do you choose? A benign anthropomorphic older white male god, an eight armed swordfighter with a bevy of friends, A reborn Jew, some interconnecting force thingie that unites us all, nothing, you concede that you will never tuly prove it one way or another, a female earth matriarchy, an asian or arab prophet?

What really turns you on? Kissing, fucking, making love, oralizing, getiing oralized, hitting, biting, the dry one, power, feet, food, leather, midget porm?

I haven’t felt like posting in a while. I don’t know why. Or maybe it’s just been too much poker, and I never liked being a broken record. John lost allot again on Thursday, with an impromptu gauntlet thrown after the game ended, for another fifty winner takes all head to head match. Then Saturday I lost fifty five and john one a gross of 192 (net 120) for big winner status.