Int. Daylog. Night.
I don't ever
want to hear someone say that janitorial is a shit
job for people who flunked high school
With the end of the summer (Yes, August is the end of the summer here in the Yukon
) and in the wake of a couple of recent firings
, I've been left as lead bartender
at the club
I work at. (A large, shoe-shaped starship has also left me as lead bartender at a club I don't
work at.) Huzzah
for me and all, what with the increased 'tending tips and such
, but it also makes me the lead
. Spending a quality half-hour cleaning encrusted
, fibrous vomit
from a well-used toilet gives great credibility to the stay in school
Endless and undying respect goes from me to those who spend their working days cleaning up for the rest of us, everywhere we go.
Whereever you go, there is a janitor.
Int. Rambling. Night.
I'm to play Banquo
in a modernized, Anime
(with thick Scottish
accents dubbed over top), subtitled version of MacBeth
. Highly excited about this, even though I've got to start getting into better shape. I guess being 160 pounds stretched over six feet and four
inches doesn't make me look like a Kung-Fu master. Fo shizzle
The director/writer/producer is keeping the entire project entirely local, and, from the looks of it, entirely volunteer. And then wants to get it distributed. He says Troma
is his last resort. I could be in a Troma movie. Kick ass.
My army of Warhammer 40,000
(I present you with the longhand, as acronyms are a detriment to communication) muTANT
s continues to expand. The Lost and the Damned
army list r0ckz0rz
. My Defiler
is miiighty. Mightily unpainted. Balancing it properly so it could be brandishing its claws was a pain, but well worth it.
, crushy, stompy, shooty, killy death to Pansies
Pipe for the Ages