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Friday, February 6th, 2004
8:32 pm	Congratulations to me Well folks, despite my overwhelming misgivings about how the callbacks went, you are now reading the Live Journal of Jet City's newest castmember. Hoo-ha. Current Mood: triumphant Current Music: oh you know, that one song (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 5th, 2004
10:26 pm	Do you,ahh, want some bullet points, Mr. Tulley? Do I? Yes, have some. Yes, have some. -Got called back for JCI, found out I was the only person there that didn't know everyone else. Did okay, didn't particularly shine. I wasn't any better than anyone there, but I also wasn't any worse.....I guess it all depends on how many people they're taking. -Did some other stuff, which may or may not have included painting, working, buying groceries, and/or buying a thing of Famous Amos cookies from the guy who stands outside the downtown Rite Aid every day. I forgot that I don't particularly like Famous Amos cookies, but it was for a good cause. Or it was for a very business-savvy crackhead with a surplus of Famous Amos cookies and a habit of lying in public. Either way, a cookie's a cookie, and even a bad one's still yummy. -Sat around thinking of witty things to put in my LiveJournal bullet points. Could only come up with: -Re-examined the process of re-examination from the viewpoint of the 34th note from Dizzy Gillespie's last live performance set, 3rd song. -(not actually accomplished yet, but in the near future) went to bed. Current Mood: winky Current Music: intro ditty that the Sonics use during their simulcasts (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004
12:05 am	"185 plumbers walk into.......line?" Hey, what's that on the ground? Are those.....rust flakes? Why yes, yes they are! So I dusted off my improv skills and auditioned for Jet City. I found out about this audition about 2 hours before the fact, so let me tell you how prepared I felt. I find out tomorrow whether I made callbacks, which are tomorrow night. I was not particularly funny, nor was I especially fundamentally sound. My scenework felt like that kind of stuff you courtesy-laugh at but secretly think "hmm, that was kind of dumb." Sub-section A of Good Part 1 is that nobody else was particularly sparkling. Good Part 1-B, the guys watching/leading the audition knew what they were doing and what to look for, and hopefully I showed them that I at least know the fundamentals and will be show-worthy with some practice. Good Part 2 (no subsections) is that I have gone to school with 67% of JCI's Brandons, and you bet your ass I listed that on my audition application. There are a lot of other things going on but I'm too tired to list them. Here, here are some bullet points. I would appreciate it if you all would fill them in for me, because I need to go to bed. - - - - - - - Thanks. Current Mood: malcontent Current Music: Hey Jude (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 20th, 2004
7:38 pm	St. John's Wort. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 16th, 2003
10:02 pm	Yesub Ttam, Yesub Ttam, Yesub Ttam The most sarcastic post I have ever written garnered the most responses ever. Interesting. So get this: I was asked to host the last GUTS show, and the first face I recognized in the crowd when I ran out to hand out the scorecards was......... .......Matt Busey. Yes, he is still there. That is all. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 15th, 2003
7:34 pm	Abstract Svengali Manifesto in Red part IV, revisited (esquire) A quick bullet point update to get you all up to speed on my life: -things happened -some other things happened -this one thing that I thought would happen, didn't happen -this one thing that I thought wouldn't happen, happened Yup. Current Mood: effulgent Current Music: Bill Murray's lounge rendition of the Star Wars theme (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 8th, 2003
10:57 pm	bullet points with butterfly wings - rediscovered the joy that is my long-lost friend Mountain Dew. Looks like antifreeze, tastes like maple-syrup-from-a-godless-dimension....my little slice of heaven. - rediscovered the the joy of watching not-so-long-lost friend Ethan try to light his own farts - mostly unsuccessfully. - found myself in a car with three lesbians and aforesaid Ethan as 80% of us drove around Capitol Hill looking for a reasonably priced apartment, which ended up being an exercise in oxymoronity. - encountered what may be our future place of residence if Ethan and I can convince the rental agency that yes we really can pay our rent each month, and no our past credit woes are not something to worry about. - hatched what may be the most complex maneuver since the two-back button hook to get three people from Spokane and one from Everett moved to Seattle into two places that have neither of them been secured in the least using one moving van. Our plan is roughly the relocational equivalent of a Rube Goldberg illustration. - was swept up in the warm embrace of one Becka Rodgers, aka Becka Rogers, depending on which spelling of her last name is correct. - idly wondered about the fate of my former favorite professional wrestler, Goldberg, as I typed my livejournal. - chatted with Mikayla, love of my life and originator of all thoughts warm and goggly within my personage. - went the hell to bed. g'night! Current Mood: optimistic Current Music: "The Mighty Quinn" (that eskimo song) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 30th, 2003
7:16 pm	A gloriously bullet-pointed life -met with Ethan on Saturday, talked much, finalized less, ate sushi. -saw the GUTS show later on and went to a toga party in which I discovered I have an uncanny knack for imitating the "party crashers trying to deal with the realization that they're at a theater party but also trying to leave with grace and anonymity" walk. -saw both "Bubba Ho-Tep" and "The Run Down" in the last week, loved both for what they were. -got sick Monday, stayed home today and watched "Daredevil" and "Bowling for Columbine." Also loved both for what they were. -found out I will be spending both Halloween weekend and my birthday weekend in Spokane, using two vacation days to make them both 3 days long. -decided to throw something off-color into my Livejournal post to see if anyone is paying attention. -for some reason my pee smells like I've been eating asparagus even though I haven't had any. -was gifted a full-color reproduction of William Blake's "Songs of Innocence and Experience" by Mikayla and subsequently reminded that a) she makes me feel all googly and b) Oct. 6th last year was our first date. She rocks the hizzy fo shizzy. -grew to appreciate that giving people updates via bullet point means whatever the reader chooses for it to mean, thus absolving me of an imagined feeling of guilt. -received solid proof mere seconds ago that my parents still love each other and even sometimes downright like the heck out of each other. Current Mood: sick Current Music: something esoteric and obscure that hopefully impresses you. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 17th, 2003
7:02 pm	Pavlov's dogs eat Schroedinger's cat, thus invalidating quantum theory A couple of things that have happened to me over the last few days: - I have begun the process of embracing the fact that I am an absolute fucking FLAKE extraordinaire. I tend to flake out on the closest of my friends at the most critical times, and this dates back at least as far as when my best friend Zach's parents got divorced and I couldn't think of a thing to say or do so I did and said nothing, which of course is the exact opposite thing I should have done -- and I knew it. It currently exhibits itself in the way I have been totally inaccesible to Ethan, who I hope is still willing to try and find a Seattle place with me. This is not to say I have gotten around to reforming myself, but I just wanted to get this out in the open. And even though an apology from a flake means nothing, I'm sorry to you all. - I told a BAD JOKE at work today. It was bad. This is why: a)the flow of conversation pertaining to the joke's subject had expired five or so seconds before, b)I alluded to The Princess Bride, a dangerous technique that I totally botched, c)it was addressed to the only person in the room who had VAST experience as a stand-up, and worst of all d) I realized in mid-delivery that the joke was going horribly awry but instead of cutting myself off I sort of leapt off the horse and caught my foot in the saddle, dragging myself slowly and painfully across the finish line. It was so bad I actually apologized to the main recipient of hte joke. - I saw a guy today who looked EXACTLY like Vincent Van Gogh. Except for the bike courrier capris and leather jacket. Creeped the heck out of me. - I began contemplating what sort of value one should place in one's own writings if they are directly inspired by those of another. On the one hand, I imagine any author would be thrilled to hear he/she inspired someone else to write ANYTHING. On the other hand, is it really fair to heap praise on one's writing if the only reason it exists is due to the adrenaline-rush of reading some really good writing (in other words, if the interest doesn't stem from a genuine lust for self-expression, but from the desire to be looked upon as inspirational, like the source)? The only thing that comes to mind right now is Schroedinger's cat, which leads me to Tim Allen's pseudo-quantum physics book "I'm Not Really Here" which is a work that I believe to be the worst case scenario of the aforementioned dilemma: inspired by real books but adding nothing of much value itself. - stunningly, the only response to my dilemma of finding a witty new e-mail address was from Nico, who thought sbp_and_j was great, if only because he thought it was really stupid and wanted something to tease me about. Current Mood: effulgent Current Music: the last little bit of Beethoven's 3rd Symphony (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 12th, 2003
5:57 am	God speed, Johnny I logged on to the internet this morning with the intention of posting some really witty piece about trying to stay hip while working in Seattle. Instead I was intercepted with the news that the Man in Black had passed away this morning. I can't admit to being anything more than a passing fan of his work, but any musician who can make me appreciate and listen to anything more Western than the Violent Femmes' "Country Death Song" has my admiration. Funny that his last album (and the only of his that I own) was titled "The Man Comes Around." The titular track was a vintage piece of Cash revolving around the end of the world. The Man in question was the Angel of Death. It wasn't a sad song, nor was it a fearful one. Inevitable is the only word that I can think of to convey its feeling. Anyway, that's my thought for the day. I'm off to Spokane for the weekend. ps - does anyone know where Jason S. Motherfuckin' Pankow is calling home these days? I swear I saw him walk by me yesterday in Seattle. It's the second time he's done or not done that, depending on who he is. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 10th, 2003
7:29 pm	post script to the "who's funnier" incident I'd vote for Dane Cook too. (Comment on this)
7:06 pm	my funney story by sean B., 5 years old. FAIRY TALE nce upon a time there has a young ATTORNEY GENERAL named JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER-SCHMIDT. He was INVOLUNTARILY DIALING in the SPARKLY forest when he met ROBUST ED, a run-away RUMP SHAKER from the DINKY Queen ANN COULTER. JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER-SCHMIDT could see that ROBUST ED was hungry so he reached into his BILL O'REILLY'S HEAD and give him his RED CALAMARI. ROBUST ED was thankful for JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER-SCHMIDT's CALAMARI, so he told JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER-SCHMIDT a very ILL-BEGAT story about Queen ANN COULTER's daughter JANIS JOPLIN. How her mother, the DINKY Queen ANN COULTER, kept her locked away in a A-FRAME TENT protected by a gigantic ECHIDNA, because JANIS JOPLIN was so BESPECTACLED. JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER-SCHMIDT UNDULATED. He vowed to ROBUST ED the RUMP SHAKER that he would save the BESPECTACLED JANIS JOPLIN. He would THINK the ECHIDNA, and take JANIS JOPLIN far away from her eveil mother, the DINKY Queen ANN COULTER, and POKE her. Then, all of the sudden, there was a DUMB PLAGUE and ROBUST ED the RUMP SHAKER began to laugh. With a puff of smoke he turned into the gigantic ECHIDNA from his story. DINKY Queen ANN COULTER SMOOCHED out from behind a ALL OF GOD'S CREATION and struck JOHN JACOB JINGLEHEIMER-SCHMIDT dead. In the far off A-FRAME TENT you could hear a KERWHOPPLE. THE END. Make your own Fairy Tale at fuali.com (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 6th, 2003
8:32 pm	thrill as he reads! The last two books I read that had glowing back-cover accolades supplied by Stephen King were utter crap. Well, I'm only a couple dozen pages into the second one but so far it's shaping up to nothing more ambitious that a load of crap. Which sucks because it's Dave Barry. Of course, this is his first (and hopefully only) attempt at fiction, and he's being all serious about plot and character development. What the fuck. I'm also blazing my way through Fight Club, and my reaction to the book is much like my reaction to the movie: there's no way I could adopt the Palanhiuk philosophy but it's as tempting as that last Reese's peanut butter cup sitting in your Halloween bag on November 2nd. My life is shiny like a brand new penny. Current Mood: quixotic Current Music: Live and Let Die (2 Comments |Comment on this)
10:00 am	sleep is for the dumb So I've decided to get myself a new e-mail account. It's time to retire the old "idiosyncratic79"-er because I'm sick of the following things: -having to explain its origin, which alludes to an obscure detail in a movie that has, in recent years, fallen sharply from my favorite movies list. -having to type the damn thing out. -getting 20 e-mails a day asking me whether I want to add two inches or whether I want to see Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera doing bad things to a horse. I would think that the answer to both would be obvious and that these random people would just stop teasing me about it. Instead of sleeping last night I sat in bed trying to think of a witty, obscure moniker that would elicit both curiosity and admiration to all those who viewed it. Here's what I came up with: -spb_and_j -6_times_7 -tenebre -best_name_ever Needless to say my creative level was about on par with my ability to sleep. Anyway, if anyone has any brilliant handles that they can't use, I'd appreciate any suggestions. Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: Professor Longhair (some zydeco fella) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003
7:21 pm	Oooooh Nico... Can you send me my MST3K tape before you move to the Foundation? I'll trade you Norah Jones for Slab Bulkhead. Feel sick. Migraine? If I were calling my own work with these exact symptoms I know now that I'd be scheduling a 211. No, a 1502 because I'm a NP. Tomorrow I get to do the whole damn thing at work. Phones and computer. Lunch with mama Patella on Saturday. Goddamn Mariners are going to give me an ulcer this season. Current Mood: sick Current Music: Les Miserables: "Castle on a Cloud" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 19th, 2003
11:10 am	Employment and me: the new Laverne and Shirley Say my name, job industry....scream it. I went in yesterday to interview for a position answering phones for the U-Dub's physician network, and I thought there was no way I could get the job until they actually offered it to me. It was my first solid offer since I started searching, it pays $2.00 more than the next best prospect, full benefits, and they give you a travel stipend because they're located right in downtown Seattle! They were interviewing me in that way that usually implies they're only doing so out of courtesy: they asked me a standard set of questions right off of a sheet, they zipped through said questions in about 15 minutes, and after it was all one, the first sentence out of their collective mouth was "well I don't think there's too much we need to discuss." Fuck. "Obviously we want you for the position, and really you can start as soon as you want." Sigh...I underst....huh? So now I get to call up Barnes and Noble, AppleOne Staffing, and the Coast Bellevue Hotel and tell them I didn't want to work there anyway, and that they smell. Current Mood: chipper Current Music: zydeco, courtesy of Professor Longhair (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 18th, 2003
7:07 pm	teehee General asshats, Militant Vegans Circle I Limbo DMV Employees Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind Republicans Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow the no-calling punks down at the AppleOne Temp Agency Circle IV Rolling Weights Carrot Top, Gray Davis Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled River Styx John Stamos's Rebecca-stealing ass Circle VI Buried for Eternity River Phlegyas Bill Walton, my 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Hilgert Circle VII Burning Sands The New York Yankees, Dr. Laura Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement George Bush Circle IX Frozen in Ice Design your own hell Current Mood: thankful Current Music: Johnny Cash - "Ring Of Fire" (4 Comments |Comment on this)
11:24 am	defeat conceded ......you win. Current Mood: lonely Current Music: theme song from Cheers (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 17th, 2003
12:37 pm	PS (for Nico) My info page is even better than yours now. Even though it was better before I changed it. It's better-er now. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
12:26 pm	lots of poop references Crap. I was supposed to leave at noon to meet Ethan at Ye Olde Ren Faire in Gig Harbor. Instead I had to wait in line to use the internet, only to find out that it was in Gig Harbor, not in Seattle like I thought. Short story shorter, I had to bail on Ethan and make up some lame excuse to my family as to why I couldn't use my newly free schedule to go with them to a pic-a-nic. It's not that I don't like hanging with the fam, it's just that today I'm all sorts of irritated. I feel like I'm 15 again: my parents won't leave me alone, I'm stuck living at home, my little sister bugs the crap out of me, and I have no privacy. All of this is interesting because I never felt like this when I was 15. I'm just pissy. It's a good thing I can go all Batman and brood up in the attic for a while. Oh, and yeah by the way, our sewer pipe is busted which means No showers, No peeing, No pooping, No washing of anything. For at least three more days. Maybe that's why I'm irritated, because I've had to pee, poop, and shower at Bally's for the last few days. Glad you could join me on this exploration of my bathroom habits. Join me tomorrow as I discuss how eating asparagus makes my pee smell funny. Current Mood: irritated Current Music: some Hawaiian music my dad's playing (2 Comments |Comment on this)