You wanted the best, now you got him!

8-5 shift wasn't that rough despite the lack of sleep, a lot of downtime just waiting for them to tell us what to do. Set up the Animation Screenings at Siggraph 2006, the cg animation confrence. My father Bwana ran the one in '84, strange no?

Ever have a co-worker whose a real d-bag? I was working with this one cat who knew his shit around the av realm but was real shithead about it. He thought he knew everything too, like I was talking to this dude about the frequencies they were playing through the system to see how it was running and I was talking about what frequency things were at and he comes over and is like, "You can only identify sounds by pitch and tone not frequencies, frequencies are the distance between since waves" In a real shitty tone of voice. I didn't want to be some young, hot head dick and be like "I go to college and I'm real smaht and if you didn't act like fuckface you wouldn't still be workin at IC." Instead I explain to him about how in my Audio for Film and Video class my Adjunct Professor talked about how mixers can easily identify frequencies and how we'd start to tell what they were by the end of the class too. He didn't believe me then either. Fuck him.

I talked with a dude from New Orleans about Hurricane Katrina, interesting. Also I was working with this short black guy on something and he tells me "So this morning I get up and my roommate's got two girls in there doing coke with him, I steal one of 'em and I'm like 'yo let me suck yo' titties,' she's like 'nah,' and so I get her to suck my dick." I was like BINGO! So I broed up with this dude who is a hip hop rapper and makes beats, he stage hands at a bunch of rock concerts and is originally from Cape Verde. This dude just kept talking and everything he said was wrong it was LAWL CITY, USA. By the end of our shift as we're going to sign out, the masterstroke came out. He's telling me the best movies ever and he's like "Yo, Rocky II not One man, 'cause he loses the belt and has to get it back." I was like, "No "Passion of Joan of Arc," or "Citizen Kane?""

Anyway I walk from Summer St. in Southie to Copley Sq., somehow. Meet up with Mom and Dad so I can get a ride home. We take the Greenline back, and I see some hullaballoo at the Coolidge Corner Theater, and I see my bro Jonah there; then I go further down and hear these moans--no not the good kind. Jonah's keeping pressure on someguy's head who's fallen off a Ladder hanging the lettering for the Coolidge Corner Theater's Marquee (which was a big deal fundraiser buy) this dialogue continues next:

Me: My friend Jonah's over there.
Mom: On the Ground?
Me: No, what? He's the one with the long hair saving that dude's life.
Mom: Do you want to catch Jonah's eye?
Me: I think he's a bit busy.
Bwana: I don't want to know. (turns and heads down the street)

Will it be "mad awks" if I myspace message Jonah this:

Hey Jonah, what's the deal with that dude who fell of the ladder is he fucked up or dead or something?

Oh by the way my cousin Duncan keeps trying to join the bostondiy page, but it always gives him bunk passwords and he can never get in there. LOLLERCAUST!