The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

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Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

  • Insert title here

    Didn’t get the new contract because (rightfully) they don’t want to wait 7 weeks for me to be free. All well and good, I’d like to focus on the contract (and side work) I have now. And what if they wanted to extend the contract?

    Note to self: don’t shave your head late at night. It never ends well.

    Wait for Godzilla to come out on DVD. And then wait until it comes out on television. You’re not missing anything.

  • Everything is Awesome

    Just watched The Lego Movie. Loved it. For the first hour or so I felt like a kid and that was in big part due to the writing. But it wasn’t until the big reveal that I realized why.

    Spoiler alert.

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  • It’s the dawn…

    …of the Age of Aquarius.

    Too bad I’m a Libra.

    And that sums up my day.

  • Doktor Sleep

    I don’t know why I bother setting my alarm, I’m never asleep long enough for it to go off in the morning.

  • Duck Season!

    Suelte mi corazón
    Baby déjame ser
    Porque no te importa
    Dejadme
    Libérame

    Suelte mi corazón
    Bebé me dejó ir
    Suelte mi corazón
    Porque tú no me amas no más
    Cada vez que te llamo por teléfono
    Algunos tío me dice que usted no está en casa
    Suelte mi corazón
    Libérame

    Suelte mi corazón
    Baby déjame ser
    Suelte mi corazón
    Porque no te preocupas por mí
    Me tienes sembraste como un caso suave
    Pero deja que mi amor se desperdicie
    Suelte mi corazón
    Libérame

    Estoy bajo tu hechizo
    Al igual que un hombre en un bebé trance
    Oh, pero sin duda usted estará al tanto
    Que no tienen ninguna oportunidad
    Suelte mi corazón
    Déjame que me vaya a mi manera
    Suelte mi corazón
    Tú estás en mí día y noche
    ¿Por qué me dejan dos una vida de miseria
    Cuando no se preocupan por los granos para mí
    Suelte mi corazón oh, por favor
    Libérame
    Bien
    Estoy bajo tu hechizo
    Al igual que un hombre en trance oh nena
    Pero sin duda usted estará al tanto
    Que no tienen ninguna oportunidad
    Por favor desencadenar mi corazón
    Déjame ir a mi manera
    Suelte mi corazón
    Usted está en mi noche y día
    ¿Por qué me deje a una vida de miseria
    Cuando no se preocupan por los granos para mí
    Suelte mi corazón
    Por favor, me puso en libertad
    Oh me puso en libertad
    Oh mujer ¿por qué no hacerlo para mí
    No te importa
    ¿No quieres dejarme ir
    Que tú no me amas no más
    Al igual que un hombre en trance
    déjame ir
    Estoy bajo tu hechizo
    Al igual que un hombre en trance
    Y sin duda usted estará al tanto
    Que no tienen ninguna oportunidad sin
    ¡Ay
    No te importa
    Por favor, me puso en libertad

  • Wabbit Season!

    Everything is counter-intuitive. Reversed polarity. Circling counter-clockwise.

    Whatever the fuck it is.

    Keep going.

    I got contacted today about another 1-year contract. Of course I told them that I was on contract until the end of July.

    They said:

    Send me your updated resume, I’ll see what I can do.”

    After looking at the email for the fifth time, I noticed that one aspect that is ‘mandatory’, I don’t have the qualification for.

    But I said:

    Who the fuck cares?”

    And so tonight I sent my updated resume.

    Can’t win if you don’t play. Very counter-intuitive of my normal thought processes.

  • Higher Expectations

    I asked a Buddhist monk to make me one with everything. He gave me a hamburger.

    … Just spent a half hour trying to put into words how I put unrealistic expectations upon myself. Like the first couple of weeks of the contract, feeling like I wasn’t picking up the nuances of the job. And now that I get it, I force myself to work even harder to prove I’m a worthwhile investment. Rather than just believing that I’m still there because I am.

  • Isn’t there a moratorium on Adam Sandler movies?

    I was right about it being a disaster movie being filmed outside my office. It’s a Sandler movie, they’re all pretty much gonna bomb.

  • Doctor, it hurts when I do this

    I need to get my foot checked out. There’s a near constant pain on the side. If I sit for too long and try to stand, it’s pretty damned difficult.

    There’s a pinprick pain, occasional, in my arm just above the elbow. I was convinced for a time that I’d left a piece of plastic from the tag still in (even though I hadn’t, and it’s been through the wash already).

    In short, I’m breaking down. If this is 47, I fear 48. And don’t get me started on 50.

    Eye strain at work is getting to me, but I had my eyes checked last week and the left eye barely changed, and the right one hasn’t. I could get new glasses, but that’s a couple hundred bucks. Chalk it up to fatigue and tiny typeset.

    I’m on 8 different types of medications (3 of them to help me sleep). Speaking of, I can’t seem to sleep until my alarm these days. I dream about work constantly.

    Doctor, it hurts when I do this.

    So don’t do that.

    Then what the hell should I do?

  • “We could be New Yorkers”

    Well, no, we can’t.

    Context: they’re filming a movie outside the building I’m working on contract. I got held up on the corner this evening coming back from grabbing dinner, as they set a rehearsal where a mob run about in a panic. (Think it’s the Godzilla sequel?) And some guy near me, also disrupted from wherever he was headed, said that to his buddy, obviously miffed that they couldn’t be extras in the scene.

    And that was my response. Not that I don’t like New Yorkers, or New York. It’s a great city; but Toronto, you ain’t New York.

    Some days I think about leaving. I wonder if I’d be happier elsewhere.

    Happy’s difficult on a good day. Would a change of cities make a difference?

    Doubt it. I wish I knew something that would.