So, it's been a while since you've seen any photos of moi. Here are some. They're from as way back as July. And as recent as Saturday night (when the roomies came to visit me at job numero dos).
Check 'em out if you're bored...
Monday, October 30, 2006
ph Balanced for Jaynar
Why is it that we get such great satisfaction out of keeping secrets? And then another type of satisfaction by finally divulging them? If both are so satisfying, why keep secrets in the first place?
Hmmm...well, I've got a secret. Can't decide yet if I want to tell anyone, though...
Hmmm...well, I've got a secret. Can't decide yet if I want to tell anyone, though...
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Really, Ron, that's not 24
Working 75+ hours a week you discover many things about the world around you. For instance, you realize that McDonald's is a downright liar.
The Mackers off the 405 in El Segundo has signs everywhere that advertises itself as a 24-hour establishment. Why, then, was the drive-thru closed when I tried to go there Friday night? According to the man cleaning the sidewalk, it's closed every morning from 3-3:30. Um, yeah, 24 hours minus 30 minutes doesn't equal 24 hours. That's only 23 and a half.
The Mackers off the 405 in El Segundo has signs everywhere that advertises itself as a 24-hour establishment. Why, then, was the drive-thru closed when I tried to go there Friday night? According to the man cleaning the sidewalk, it's closed every morning from 3-3:30. Um, yeah, 24 hours minus 30 minutes doesn't equal 24 hours. That's only 23 and a half.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Toy Meets Girl
Being in the same room with Rider Strong and ending the night with a vibrator -- that was pretty much my fantasy at age 13. (Well, except for the vibrator...maybe just some hand holding or some heavy petting...) But tonight I had that, and all I could think about was how Rider was so far away from where I was 12 years ago. So when I left the launch party for a new book (with memoirs about the upscale sex industry in LA) -- and was then handed a goodie bag with a vibrator -- all I could think about was how unstarstruck I had been (and how weird it was to get a vibrator as a parting gift).
I mean, I could've been the president of the Rider Strong fan club during middle school. Now, though, nothing. Much like the thank-you-for-coming toy that I got, my uninfatuation with Rider was evidence that I've apparently matured -- or at least changed. Gone are the days of my crushing on long-haired rebellious types. Gone are the days of lusting after a teen heartthrob. Gone are the days of getting caught up in the leather-jacket-wearing guy. Gone are the days of getting a Barbie Doll as a parting party gift.
But then, I crawled into bed (without even wondering what it would be like to snuggle with him under the covers) and saw my childhood teddy bear on the center of my bed. It's been with me for 25 years. Maybe I haven't matured that much after all.
I mean, I could've been the president of the Rider Strong fan club during middle school. Now, though, nothing. Much like the thank-you-for-coming toy that I got, my uninfatuation with Rider was evidence that I've apparently matured -- or at least changed. Gone are the days of my crushing on long-haired rebellious types. Gone are the days of lusting after a teen heartthrob. Gone are the days of getting caught up in the leather-jacket-wearing guy. Gone are the days of getting a Barbie Doll as a parting party gift.
But then, I crawled into bed (without even wondering what it would be like to snuggle with him under the covers) and saw my childhood teddy bear on the center of my bed. It's been with me for 25 years. Maybe I haven't matured that much after all.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Sleep Is a Funny Beast
All day long all I could think about was coming home and crawling into bed and snuggling up before falling asleep. So, why is it that now I'm home all I want to do is check my e-mail and watch Married with Children? Geez. I'm like a kid on coke.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Pain Is There for a Reason
That's what Meredith (and all the other characters) told us tonight. But is that true?
My little brother who had leg surgery this week has been in pain for days. But the break has been fixed. Why is the pain still necessary?
And when we fail at something in love or life, it often takes us weeks, months, or even years to heal. The pain stings us, and eventually, it dulls. But when it takes so long, does it make us a better person? Does it protect us from getting hurt or from making the same mistake over again?
No. Despite multiple bloody knees and scraped ankles, I kept getting on my bike. And despite failing in love and life, and despite not knowing exactly why things hurt, I'm sure I'll get back on the seat again. I mean, I've already figured out what I'm doing with the rest of my life...what's a little pain to go along with the plan?
My little brother who had leg surgery this week has been in pain for days. But the break has been fixed. Why is the pain still necessary?
And when we fail at something in love or life, it often takes us weeks, months, or even years to heal. The pain stings us, and eventually, it dulls. But when it takes so long, does it make us a better person? Does it protect us from getting hurt or from making the same mistake over again?
No. Despite multiple bloody knees and scraped ankles, I kept getting on my bike. And despite failing in love and life, and despite not knowing exactly why things hurt, I'm sure I'll get back on the seat again. I mean, I've already figured out what I'm doing with the rest of my life...what's a little pain to go along with the plan?
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