Leaving your brain in the car!

This tale is about being put under a hex without knowing it! Let me start somewhere in the middle (what is wrong with starting in the middle?)... I was in control of my mine, at lease I thought I was... I mean when I woke up I know what I was going to do the moment I got out of bed... I wanted to go back to bed... I was scheduled to work on a very very low low budget commercial, a step up would have been working on a porn (the porn would have been better at lease I could seen naked people fucking rather than being fucked with my clothes on by production)... good thing I had my 'first cup of the day' on the commute to work in traffic, nope on the banana or cheesy bagel/cream cheese... as they say moving on... work was all right... got our ass kicked from the 'get go'(four guys doing work of eight)... the guys on the crew made the day tolerable... making fun of eachother, joking around... the downside no hot MILFs to look at and the heat... now here is where it ties into Voodoo Witch Barista... after getting my ass semi kick and baked it was the long drive home (not the distance but the traffic)... I was wanting an ice cold something bad... my brain was in need of cooling down from being out in the heat all day... as usual I thought of the local Coffee-Cave (Starbucks)... you could say that I had a one track mind (nope that wasn't the track my mine was on-not that, "that" track wasn't fighting to be in control)... I landed at the local Coffee-Cave to discover that Voodoo Witch Barista was at the cauldron... her two minions (two new characters. these are 'guy' baristas-the first guy I'll Call him) Guy Gal Pal Barista was at the register marking the cups of what the potions would contain... the other minion (I'll call him) Got A Light Barista... he would be the floater... getting things lined up for Voodoo Witch Barista to work her potions and hex at her cauldron... the moment I enter the Coffee-Cave I was doomed... I left my brian in the car for some reason... I walk right into her trap!!!... I greeted Voodoo Witch Barista in a custom of one slipping into her hex with banter... in the void where my brian was supposed to be I remember stating I wanted something ice cold to cool down with like a simple ice tea... I thought I could do an end around her keeping her away from hex cauldron...  also keeping her away from her hex potions... keeping her away from her demon hexes...  I told Guy Gal Pal Barista to make a simple Ice Tea (knowing that the tea leafs are from some Voodoo plant that takes over your mind-but you see I had left my mine in the car)... I figured if I called out the concoction her hex would be limited... "tea with lots of ice, no water from the mystical underground river from sorted pipes, three raw sugars from the cane of Volcano land... hoping I had beaten her at her own game, is all one can hope for... was I fucking wrong... Voodoo Witch Barista begrudgingly made my concoction, well all the while casting a hex on me... her hex started like this... she sets my concoction down on 'why haven't you pick up your drink, dumb ass counter'... I was a bit eager when grabbing for my concoction causing it to tip over... but it had not spilled yet (key word 'yet' had lid on)... as I was recovering it Voodoo Witch Barista reached for it too

(knocking the lid off)... now it takes fast reflexes to recover a cup as it spills...  having only spilled about a quarter

of the potion...I bring the lidless cup to my lips and drank without hesitating... Voodoo Witch Barista quickly whipped up some more of the 'ice tea' all along casting her hex witchcraft spell on me!!!... as I sat at the 'big peoples' stool at the counter I was sucking through the straw the cool mixture of ice tea... then she sprung her hex trap on me... she used her subliminal Voodoo hex mine control on me... she was using the 'gilt control' hex on me... as I went to wash my hands she went to work mixing her hex potion in her cauldron... a pinch of crashed bits of Chocolate... a tab of bean of java... a dash of toad of caramel... the drizzle of syrup of Coco... the juice of bean of java... caramel pumps of liquid... all this is going into her cauldron.... and many more secret ingredients from the Witches cupboard...  top with cream of whip-Chocolooote-Caramelle-frosting the save the planet plastic cup... when I returned from washing my hands there sitting on the counter in front of my ice tea was the Voodoo Witch Barista's hex potion... better know to us who are on the outside of the counter of the Coffee-Cave as the MARS of candy bar potion... on the inside of the counter of the Coffee-Cave it's known as the SLUT because it as everything in it... I don't know about you... but most of the sluts I've ever witness at a far in a nightclub where females tease/flirt the hell out of you to buy them drinks-you thinking you're gonna get some-she knowing you'll never get the chance to take them home and fuck her... only have 'one thing in them at a time'... well okay maybe two at the most... Voodoo Witch Barista's hex was working me so I drank her potion willingly... moral of this tale... never leave your brain in the car when dealing with Voodoo Witch Barista when she casting her hexes, mixing her potion in her cauldron!

Americans fucked it up.

I'm going to write a rant on how fucked up White Americans are... I mean we kill off the Natives of this land in the name of 'God'  and those we don't kill off we put on land that we ourselves don't want until oil is discovered on that land. Then once again Americans do what Americans do "get the fuckers off that land". I guess over the years we haven't learn our lessons. Instead of Natives we go after anyone that is not WHITE GOD FEARING people. You can insert any emigrant race here, and no Latin people aren't off the hook either, remember the Aztecs? 

Well, lets move on. 

Americans fear what they don't know or don't understand or change. And we must fear a lot! So we bad mouth, put down, make fun of or belittle. We bad mouth the French/Europe in general for their life style... and yet they live longer than we do; they get a month vacation (most of the world does), Americans week to two weeks at best; they work an eight hour day and very little OT but get paid way better than us (union and non union). Americans mostly work for minimum wage or low pay (raises are slim at best) got to do OT to earn extra to make ends meet. They have better health care-single payer or some kind of Medicare system, no third man i.e. health insurance. Americans none to barely, if lucky your job will have health insurance for you but without you knowing it you are paying for it (fringe cost) pass on to you, so if you earn $10 Hr, your company is really paying you $14.50 Hr to cover health insurance, wouldn't you rather have the extra four bucks in your pocket? They are moving off oil faster than us, using other material like cow shit to power their cars, electric grids, biofuels. Americans got to have oil! Americans could have been off oil along time ago, ask Ford Motors or GM. They control their corporations (unions partners with CEO), they get to share the wealth of their corporations. American corporations control us! Americans don't get to share the wealth with our corporations. They got high speed rail, bullet trains to get around in style. Americans get on airplanes like cattle, it's no better than riding the METRO Bus. Don't forget that you have to give up your civil rights on pat-downs, searches and detainment just to get to the gates at airports. They get to retire and enjoy life. Americans are going to be made work until you drop. They actually get a say in their government. Americans don't even elect our Presidents (did you pay attention in school-electoral college picks the President). They aren't hung up on naked bodies or sex. Americans freak out when they see a boob or any hint of sex, other than our commercials pounding it over our heads to sex something then it's okay. They don't care much for gun violence. Americans can't get enough gun violence, we would rather see blood and guts over two people fucking. They don't add additives or preservatives to their food to make it have a longer shelf life. Americans add tons of additives, preservatives and coloring to our food for longer shelf life. They shop daily for their meals, eating fresher fruits, veggies, meats and dairy. Americans if it isn't shot up full of steroids to get to

market faster, last longer in the fridge or the shelf because we're to damn lazy to shop every day or because of the hours we work or the constance rush we get ourselves into. They don't depend on over the counter or prescription drugs to handle stress or every day life. Americans can't live without their stress relief or mine numbing prescriptions to get through the day, that may cause you to want to kill someone or commit suicide. They have more going for them then we do but yet we make fun of them, put them down or belittle them at every turn, yet they have a better life than us. Once again Americans fucked it up. If I would go to Europe and eat like they do I would lose weight, although they eat tons of cheese, bread, sauces, carbs and meats of all kinds. Why, because they don't use steroids, additives or preservatives. The stuff American food manufactures got to have so it will last longer on the shelf or in the fridge.

I started my day pedaling my ass over to the local Starbucks for that 'first cup of the day' and cheesy bagel/cream cheese. Tonight its going to be an all red meat burrito or maybe shrimp.

This is quick update

For some reason beyond me that I have been craving potatoes. Not baked or boiled but fried, yup French fries. Is it that I need the grease? Or is it that I'm doing everything I can to shoot myself in the foot? I hope it's something to do with the grease. I been on this binge for a few days now. I got to stop! I've been doing so well as of late. I don't want to  backslide now. It was Sunday Night when all this started up.  I went to Jack in the Box for a fish sandwich ended up getting not only the fish sandwich but the combo with curly fries and a shake (what the fuck was I thinking-I wasn't). I went to work on Monday to wrap out the equipment from the pilot. I stopped off at Starbucks on the way to work to get my 'first cup of the day' along with a banana, was still stuffed from Sunday nights binge. Enjoyed the cup of java in traffic on the commute. Then about mid morning I got fucking real hungry. So I ate the banana in hopes it would tie me over but it didn't help. I should have known that it wouldn't have worked. It's like taking drugs when you're jonesing... a taste isn't going to help. At the break I went to a Starbucks near work, I got myself an orange juice, scone plus cheesy bagel/cream cheese. I was hoping this would do it; but it didn't work either. After I got done with work I headed back to my flop but this time I stopped off at Jack in the Box again and got 2 fish sandwich and nothing else. I was hoping this would do it for me for the day. Nope was I wrong. Again I wanted fries but the kind you get from Islands... the Cheddar cheese fries. Why I have no fucking clue. What I got was Carl's jr instead, a Santa Fe Chicken sandwich but I didn't end it there I let my eyes take over my stomach and I also got the guacamole six dollar burger (why they call it that is beyond me, because I guess they want to charge you six bucks for it) combo, meaning crisp cuts with a shake. Fuck me! Today wasn't much better. I did Starbucks for the cup of java and banana, no on the cheesy bagel but got the scone instead. As for tonight still fighting the monkey on my back went and got cheese fries from 'Alpha Omaga' (local burger joint, it's okay, nothing to rave about). After stuffing my face with a poor substitute I'm still craving those damn Island Cheddar Cheese Fries. Got to fight this... one way or the other!

Tasty treats from the Set

If you been following my tweets or facebook, you know that I have been working on a Warner Brothers Pilot, which I'm not suppose to give the title (Suburgatory). So don't ask me what the name of the Pilot was (Suburgatory), because I can't tell you. All I can say is that it will probably end up on the WB/CW, yup it's that kind of show. From what I can tell the show is about 'stereotypes' east coast vs the west coast; high school cool kids vs the non cool kids, valley parents vs metro parents, the usual bullshit nothing new. The thing about working on these type of shows is how tight the budget is and the long hours. There is a way to gage these things... if craft service is shitty the crew will be cranky. Craft service is decent to good the crew will put up with most anything (kind of stupid but true). Now you're asking yourself what is craft service (if not play along)? Today's Craft Service is about supplying snacks, treats, finger food, fresh fruit, coffee, cokes (sodas), water and juices; as you can read its purpose is to have a spread out for quick nibbles on the run. The spread can be like happy hour at trendy bar like hors d'oeuvre or a junk food junky with different kind of cookies, candies, donuts or sweets of any kind . Craft Service also brings in outside catering like; In-n-Out, soft taco guy (cooks it up in front of you), BBQ Ribs/Chicken, Hot Dog Cart (like those trendy lunch trucks that are popping up) for late night meals on the run. As for the caterer for our sit down meal it was WB's own caterer, it was hit and miss at best with those guys. Once again you can tell when the budget is tight by the caterer who is doing your sit down meal. The good ones will cost production 'some coin' but worth it in the end to keep the crew and cast happy. Again it's the small things that count the most. 

For me I use caution when nibbling, like eating bananas or mixed nuts; every now and then I would take one of those bite size candies like Mars or Hershey's (I think I had about 4 for the whole week). I would eat the hors d'oeuvres depending on what it was. Most of the time it was meat & cheese tray with crackers or shrimp, crab/seafood mix spread. Later in the day or night when we would be close to or long past the twelfth hour it would be one of the 'trendy lunch trucks' or something brought in from someplace. Food like fancy mac & cheese along with chicken wings, pastrami or meatball sandwiches, Chinese noodles with stir fry, roasted chicken (lunch truck) just to mention a few. I only ate if I was hungry and when I did it was small portions. Most of the time I didn't eat off the main caterer, I would eat later when craft service brought in something special. But if I did eat off the main caterer I would only take a taste of what was brought in by craft service, sometimes not always. I kept myself in check and not to make the usual mistake of grazing at the craft service table every time I was bored or need a pick me up (I used coffee for that). As for the morning I would hit the local Starbucks for my 'first cup of the day' with a cheesy bagel/cream cheese to start my day (that was my breakfast). I would enjoy my cup of java and bagel while commuting in AM rush hour traffic.Now for the pix I'm posting with this blog. This was on the last day of shooting at Taft High School. I was told these where Lady Gaga knockoffs. To me they look more like anime style kittens. Which is more sexier. To bad they didn't have the little anime kitten outfit, skin tight suit with tail and thigh high stiletto boots.

Special thanks to one of my favorite pencilers, I do enjoy your style.