Katsu-ya!
Today was a great day.
It didn't seem like it was going to be, but it was.
I got up fairly early and paid a bunch of bills with credit cards to try and conserve actual CASH, in case, you know, I need some for rent.
I am going away for a few days and have narrowed it down to either Bryce Canyon in Utah, or Macchu Piccu in Peru.
My comcast bill was exceptionally high for some reason and I didn't have the patience to figure out why so I paid it anyway.
They always put in these extra FCC fees, and fees for the kids in India, and fees for the governor's wife to buy shoes and so forth. There's so many extra little taxes and fees that nobody cares anymore. It's like those disclaimer pages on websites and movie memberships. They make it so nobody in their right mind would spend the time to figure out, so you might as well just pay whatever they ask and get on with it.
By the way, I have road tested the podfreq by Sonnet even more extensively. I've driven around the entire city of LA, Malibu, Calabasas, Glendale, and some of downtown with it. My conclusion: it is the bees knees. It is impossible to get better sound from your iPod without hardpatching the iPod to your car stereo. IMPOSSIBLE, I say. I am offering twenty thousand oxygen molecules to anyone who can prove otherwise.
I met Danielle in Studio City for sushi at a place called Katsu-ya on Ventura Blvd.. Katsu-ya is also supposed to be the bees knees, and by golly it is the best sushi I have had in LA. It was better than R-23. and R-23 was more expensive!
I am gradually coming around to the idea that the valley is not the lamest thing in the entire world. Still...if you live there....you are a LOSER!!!
I'm just kidding!!! You're not a loser because you live in the valley. That would be assinine. You MOVED to the valley because losers live there.
HAAHAHAHHAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH.
Ahem.
Valley = Loser.
Now, then...
At Katsu-ya I was dining next to Neil Patrick Harris (the former Doogie Howser, M.D. TV star). It's funny, but I've seen that guy at 3 different places I've been out to in LA. He's one of the few celebrities I've ever seen but he's fucking everywhere. I pretended to choke on some Tuna sashimi, so that he would save me with his medical acumen, but he did NOT find that funny, and tried to ignore me, even though he was facing me as this was going on. I started to turn blue in the face with my excellent acting skills (which I thought might ALSO get Doogie's attention), but Danielle started to get angry about it, and I had to knock it off.
"I ALMOST DIED AND THERE WAS A DOCTOR RIGHT THERE!!!," I shouted at Danielle so he could hear it.
"Just STOP IT", Danielle said tersely.
At Katsu-ya, I also saw my next door neighbor.
Small fucking world.
"You braved Laurel Canyon to get here, too?," I asked...."Jesus, the sushi must be even better than I've heard. I almost hit someone's sofa in the middle of the road on the way up here. Looked like a Ligne Roset, too. So sad what's happening to those people with the landslides...Those sofas are amazing. They are oftentimes cut all from a single piece of fabric."
Holy shit was Katsu-ya good. Get the Crab roll. It is insane.
Then, I went out for a couple of drinks with Jeremy who I hadn't seen in a long time.
Jeremy is going to live in New York for part of the time, now. That seems to be a good idea for a photographer.
It was great to see him when I was in a better head space than usual. He suggested I go visit Macchu Piccu which I keep misspelling.
Man, those hours at that job fucked me up more than I thought. I really gotta find some balance with that in my next job. I can't let things get completely out of control like before.
I had almost forgotten that people go out on weeknights until I quit that job.
Furthermore, I had forgotten that almost EVERYONE goes out on weeknights until I quit that job.
Good riddance!
valleyequalsloser.
.
It didn't seem like it was going to be, but it was.
I got up fairly early and paid a bunch of bills with credit cards to try and conserve actual CASH, in case, you know, I need some for rent.
I am going away for a few days and have narrowed it down to either Bryce Canyon in Utah, or Macchu Piccu in Peru.
My comcast bill was exceptionally high for some reason and I didn't have the patience to figure out why so I paid it anyway.
They always put in these extra FCC fees, and fees for the kids in India, and fees for the governor's wife to buy shoes and so forth. There's so many extra little taxes and fees that nobody cares anymore. It's like those disclaimer pages on websites and movie memberships. They make it so nobody in their right mind would spend the time to figure out, so you might as well just pay whatever they ask and get on with it.
By the way, I have road tested the podfreq by Sonnet even more extensively. I've driven around the entire city of LA, Malibu, Calabasas, Glendale, and some of downtown with it. My conclusion: it is the bees knees. It is impossible to get better sound from your iPod without hardpatching the iPod to your car stereo. IMPOSSIBLE, I say. I am offering twenty thousand oxygen molecules to anyone who can prove otherwise.
I met Danielle in Studio City for sushi at a place called Katsu-ya on Ventura Blvd.. Katsu-ya is also supposed to be the bees knees, and by golly it is the best sushi I have had in LA. It was better than R-23. and R-23 was more expensive!
I am gradually coming around to the idea that the valley is not the lamest thing in the entire world. Still...if you live there....you are a LOSER!!!
I'm just kidding!!! You're not a loser because you live in the valley. That would be assinine. You MOVED to the valley because losers live there.
HAAHAHAHHAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH.
Ahem.
Valley = Loser.
Now, then...
At Katsu-ya I was dining next to Neil Patrick Harris (the former Doogie Howser, M.D. TV star). It's funny, but I've seen that guy at 3 different places I've been out to in LA. He's one of the few celebrities I've ever seen but he's fucking everywhere. I pretended to choke on some Tuna sashimi, so that he would save me with his medical acumen, but he did NOT find that funny, and tried to ignore me, even though he was facing me as this was going on. I started to turn blue in the face with my excellent acting skills (which I thought might ALSO get Doogie's attention), but Danielle started to get angry about it, and I had to knock it off.
"I ALMOST DIED AND THERE WAS A DOCTOR RIGHT THERE!!!," I shouted at Danielle so he could hear it.
"Just STOP IT", Danielle said tersely.
At Katsu-ya, I also saw my next door neighbor.
Small fucking world.
"You braved Laurel Canyon to get here, too?," I asked...."Jesus, the sushi must be even better than I've heard. I almost hit someone's sofa in the middle of the road on the way up here. Looked like a Ligne Roset, too. So sad what's happening to those people with the landslides...Those sofas are amazing. They are oftentimes cut all from a single piece of fabric."
Holy shit was Katsu-ya good. Get the Crab roll. It is insane.
Then, I went out for a couple of drinks with Jeremy who I hadn't seen in a long time.
Jeremy is going to live in New York for part of the time, now. That seems to be a good idea for a photographer.
It was great to see him when I was in a better head space than usual. He suggested I go visit Macchu Piccu which I keep misspelling.
Man, those hours at that job fucked me up more than I thought. I really gotta find some balance with that in my next job. I can't let things get completely out of control like before.
I had almost forgotten that people go out on weeknights until I quit that job.
Furthermore, I had forgotten that almost EVERYONE goes out on weeknights until I quit that job.
Good riddance!
valleyequalsloser.
.