A nickel then is worth a million now.

When I was very young and hanging out with my cousins near the beach back in the early 60's, we would go out collect Coke bottles that people would leave behind; back in those day a Coke bottle was worth a nickel or dime depending on size of bottle. After collecting a few we would go to local liquor store, get a Coke which coast in those day 15 cents, penny candy, i.e., like Hershey kisses oh and the big score would be a new comic book for nickel or dime. I had one of the first issue that feature Spider-Man, Amazing Fantasy 15. But as a kid we would trash the hell out of comic books. If I was smart enough and being the comic geek I am... The first number ones or introducing a new character that I would have my collection now. Who know that a nickel comic book would be worth 1.1 million dollars. Fuck me... Hey mom... what did you do with that shoe box of comics I had when I was a little boy? There is a lesson here for moms... don't throw away comic books that your little boy collects. It could be big money for you later. 

No real blog for today.

I am not going write the usual stuff tonight in light of what happen in Japan. I posting the picture of a hot sexy Japanese nurse; because Japan needs all the help, prayers, humanity that they can get. So please if you can help or give. Get better soon Japan! Thanks for all those cheese Godzilla, anime, sushi, ninja and samurai movies among other stuffs.
Thanks.

Get up and go call for work!

Let me explain what's meant in the Industry by 'GET UP & GO' calls, it is use by most if not all Guilds & Unions. It's where you get a call from your 'local' (Industry term for Guild or Union) because a production needs an extra guy or gal, it could even be that someone didn't make it because they got sick or they final realize they where short handed. It mean what is say... you quickly get ready and head out the door to work. I had one of those calls today. A new TV series need any extra guy for prepping a location (see other pic-yup those are tents and we had to pitch them). The call time was for seven a.m., I got the phone call from the local at six-thirty a.m.. The location was in San Pedro, which means A.M. rush hour traffic. Of course I had to stop off at local Starbucks for that 'first cup of the day' with Chiquita Banana, that I enjoyed in stop & go traffic. I got to work in about hour or so; could say just in time for the crew that was there sense seven a.m. to go to coffee. Perfect timing (I just hung out while the crew went to coffee-took pics). Then we got down to work pitching tents, Army tents... I think we did better then KBR. Why you ask? No one got hurt or killed like KBR seems to do (Iraq ring any bells when KBR did the construction work-G.I.s died from shitty work). Sense we ran out of certain equipment we decided to work straight through lunch to 'beat the hours' (other Industry term). We finished up what we could with what we had. For the drive home I stop off at Starbucks to get 'cup of java' with a cheesy bagel/cream cheese; enjoyed it in traffic on the way home. Once back here I stopped off at local Starbucks for that 'last cup of the day' to relax with at my flop. Now for late meal I thinking of a red all meat burrito, then call it a night. Because I got another day on new TV series, got to finish up pitching tents.

You just about got me Voodoo Witch Barista!

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The Hex of Voodoo Witch Barista and her sidekick Caveaman-woman!

This Blog is for the Voodoo Witch Barista at my local Starbucks and her sidekick Caveman-woman! As I told you once before when I was at the local Starbucks that Voodoo Witch Barista once concocted a hex in her cauldron. I tagged the potion the 'Milky Way'. Here's how the story goes... (if you're weak of heart turn away now)... When I got up this morning the day was sunny and warm, like an Indian Summer Day... all was good. I cleaned up... spruced up my goat-tee (that would be shaping it, making it all one color-a bit of the metro in me)... I pedaled my ass and laptop over to the local Starbucks, I was feeling the writers bug... plus I had to rewrite a scene I wasn't happy with, in the new script I'm writing... working title 'assassin'... everything was going well... the Voodoo Witch Barista had already broomed into work before I got there. She was playing it cool keeping her cauldron hidden... but quietly working her hex by making me feel relaxed. I was having my 'first cup of the day' with a Chiquita Banana which she [Voodoo Witch Barista] took the sticker way from me... I went to my little spot which I really didn't want to share with anyone... [because I didn't want anyone around, least of all squatting across from me] settled into rewriting that scene and continuing on with the script... unbeknownst to me the Voodoo Witch Barista's sidekick came in... the Caveman-woman Barista! They laid in waiting for my guard to drop... I continued working on my script... got a second 'cup of java', cheesy bagel/cream cheese... got back into working while listening to my iPod Classic [old rock-n-roll from the early sixties]... that's when they struck... the Voodoo Witch Barista and her sidekick Caveman-woman got to work whipping up a hex potion in their cauldron... I got up because I really had to go to bathroom and get a break from the [mention no name] the person who squatted across from me at my spot... you know the type... sees you working away and they got to ask you question or interrupt your thoughts with idle conversation... by the time I got back to my spot that when the Voodoo Witch Barista and her sidekick Caveman-woman struck... waiting for me at my spot by my laptop was the hex potion that was whipped up in their cauldron... the hex potion was made of brick of brownie, juice of coffee, chocolate of syrup, cream of whip, top with chocolate of drizzle... I was powerless this time... they had me in the hex! Damn you, damn you Voodoo Witch Barista and your sidekick Caveman-woman, damn your hex cauldron, damn your hex potion of liquid 'brownie-chocolate-cream of whip'! That's when I noticed the sky had  changed from sunny to overcast, from warn to cool... You may have gotten me this time... but I'll find a totem that will fend off your hexes!!! This I swearer! 

Been down in dumps-needed to be spanked

What can I say I have been bad, haven't been keeping up with my updates on getting down to porn weight. I was having a few days where I was feeling a bit down. When a fat guy (me)  feels down he turns to food for comfort, a pick me up. I'm not going to get into the deal tails that lead to feeling down in the dumps. I will tell you, that it did lead to eating to feel better, which is very wrong. Because no food out there can really make you feel better (not even hot fudge sundae). I didn't go for the sweets, I stuffed myself with the same food I've been eating along. Except for I went on a bit of bender for 'french fries'.  I started the morning out good, Starbucks for that 'first cup of the day', the banana and sometimes the cheesy bagel/cream cheese. But it was the nights I was falling down. Two nights ago I went for a avocado, bacon double cheese burger on sour dough, which should have been it, but feeling the way I did; I didn't care, I order up a large French fries.  The next night I had three flaco-tacos but again didn't stop there I order up the home style fries. As for last night I didn't do myself any favors either. It was bread sticks (Red Devil makes these delicious bread sticks by cooking up pizza dough with only some garlic butter and melted cheese, then cut it up into sticks) and five links of sausage with red Italian sauce. I ate all the bread sticks and two of the links. I was stuff and headed on my way to gaining back my weight I've been losing, when I finely realized what the fuck I was doing to myself. Might say I stop in the neck-of-time. Per the scale I put on three pound, which now I got re-lose. I don't know what alarm went off in my head but I'm glad it did. I'm glad I didn't go all hog wild with hot fudge sundaes or cookies and cakes. I'm back to cutting down my portion and stopping when I feel full not stuffed. As for today I pedaled my ass and laptop over to Starbucks for 'cup of java', Chiquita Banana and cheesy bagel/cream cheese. Between banana and bagel I did some writing on my script. Come back to my flop, did more writing on script; for the last meal of the day I had leftovers the 3 sausage link. I feel full but not stuff. As for my frame of mind, its better. I know there's going to be days when I'm feeling down in the dumps, those are the days I have to fight harder to keep my course on getting down to my porn weight.

Slipping away...

Today I'm feeling a bit on the downside... like a dream or goal is slipping away... like the more you try to squeeze it in your grip... the more it slips through your fingers... or a afraid that your dream might disappear when you open your eyes or someone turns the light on... you keep climbing the walls that are put in front of you... only to fine that someone or something else has built another wall higher for you to climb... sometimes I feel like a circus clown dog doing my best to jump through the hoops... that are put up by unseen ringmasters keeping me performing for their amusement... its like digging your fingers into what you feel is solid while hanging over the edge of a cliff... only to realize your gripping hand full of sand... I keep turning corners in hope that this is the last corner... only to realize there is another corner to be turned... only to find out all the corners you turn are making you go in circles... But I'm a fighter... the problems is I don't know who or what I'm fighting... there is a saying "I've been down so long that it looks like up"... only problem is when you look down at water you see the reflection of what is up... only to still be looking down... there are many things I'm told I shouldn't do... there are many things I'm told I can't do... there are many things I won't do... I search, I reach, I fight, I look, I jump, I climb, I do what every it takes... where is this land of milk and honey... where is this place that dreams come true... where is this place where I can reach my goals... maybe if I lay down to rest a bit... close my eyes... I'll be able to see where these dreams... these goals slip away to...