I love me some TV

As my creepy hypnotizing, tom peeping, painting, charter piloting, busdriving, club hopping, did I mention hypnotizing, neigbor Shawn would say, "Life is good".

I'm finishing up my first segment that could possibly be bennificial or, as you bloggers seem to be concerned about, "making a difference." It's about light pollution, basically me repeating in a voice over what Dr. Rober Stencel said in a lecture last thursday, but it's a nice change from covering pie baking contests and pickle vendors (hence the facebook picture)

So Marty, my annoying, singing, little bitch of a roomate is talking to me right now and I couldn't be paying less attention. I've discovered a new technique: anytime he starts talking, "You're the Best", that song in the montage at the end of the karate kid, starts playing in my head and everything is alright. To all those who are thinking I'm being too harsh, trust me, I'm not alone in my sentiments.

So anyway, to continue with life is good, I just had a beer with Jay Nash and his band. Yeah, I never heard of him either, but I went to his concert with our producer and, being a part of Plum, we got scooted backstage into the greenroom within 5 minutes, and hung out with the band between sets. There were even a couple of girls who won a radio contest to get backstage, and they were ushered out! Ah, to be in the biz.

We have free tickets to almost every event in the vally; last night I saw Churo, the "coochie coochie" chick, who is also one of the greatest flamenco guitarists in the world. No backstage action there, but the show was fantastic. The people here are really dynamic. Tim (formerly Intern Tim for those of you who saw the promotional DVD) took the picture of Kim off my desk, and keeps it on his own. He says the next spot its going is into the guys bathroom. John "Big Slick" Almering can trade Simpsons references with the best of them, and holds an ongoing argument against 24P on NTSC (Amanda, you know what I'm talking about). Janelle, my mentor, has taught me so much about editing, shooting, and how to love your job and love life (Kim, she's really the one you should talk to about Sterling).

Marty is still talking by the way.

Everyone else is great, except, of course, the two people I live with. Marty, who you already have a taste of, sings all the time and is a long winded dork who's into creepy anime and musicals. Tiffany, who is really good at crossword puzzles and loves Anna Karina, is paradoxically possibly the dumbest person I've ever met. Let me highlight one charming aspect of her pesonality: humor. She's never said anything remotely funny, doesn't get any jokes, and laughs at the most random, dumb parts of movies. Her laugh is really breathy and forced, causing her to inhale on cue after every third "ha". Have you ever heard a predicable laugh? It's despicable.


Anyway, given the life is good theme here, I'l confine the negative sentiments to the previous paragraph. The 'rents are coming up this sunday, and Julian, Zach, and Sean (my buddies from home) might roadrip out here to pick me up in august!!!

Man, Marty is looking right at me, I can't believe this.

So I can't think of anything else specifically to say. I wish I had pictures, but the fact that I'm using a camera all day, I can't really bring myself to take my busted ass digital camera out of its bag and snap some stuff. Hell I'd feel like a gaper, and theres nothing worse than a gaper in Vail.

Can't wait to see y'all and hear your adventures.

Seth, Nick, and Justin - I had an idea to trick a bunch of hot girls to come to our appartment, we need to discuss.

Kim, I miss you too, as you may or may not know depending on the speed of the snail mail.

Well, I have to admit. I buckled and said something back to Marty. I'm a discrace. Goodbye.