leaving on a jet plane

and so it begins. i sit. i wait.

i have been up since 9:30am Pacific time on Saturday. According to MY watch, it's just now 4:19am Pacific time on Sunday. however, these way too perky people from disney that are in front of me assure me that's it's past 7am.

i'm not fond of perky people.
i'm not fond of the morning.



i'm sitting in MCO awaiting the arrival of all those other people i'm going on vacation with. nicole assured me they were almost ready, but i couldn't help but notice it still sounded like she was still in bed.

hhmmmm...

at least the sun is up now.

oh and in case you are wondering, no, i didn't sleep on the plane. not one second.

awesome.

move along

i hate moving. i hate it so much .. flames. Flames, on the side of my face, breathing-breathl- heaving breaths. Heaving breath... (anyone? ryan?)

but here's an interesting fact. i have moved every year since 1996.

that's a lot of moving.

so guess what i did this weekend?

yup. i moved. or at least started the process.

thanks to tj and dave who sacrificed one of their saturdays to help eric and i haul our stuff up and down a lot of steps.



this is just one of our loads.



and there's a glimpse of the new digs. that's dave. this is what it looks like when a real man helps you move.




and this is what it looks like when tj helps you move.

it's not done yet. i have much, much more to do before i fly out to meet nicole et al at disney world on saturday.

and even more to be done before i fly home to gather queen battle.

exit music (for a film)

terribly dramatic title for my blog but i thought it was fitting considering the subject.

a colleague of mine passed away yesterday.

you know him as Don LaFontaine. we referred to him as simply "the king".

he was a good guy. a really good guy.

i think ashton smith said it best "when you die, the voice you hear in heaven is not don's. it's god trying to sound like don"

so on that note, i leave you with a little piece of heaven

holiday

celebrate.
if we took a holiday.
took some time to celebrate.
just one day out of life.
it would be.
it would be so nice.

so, we just had a nice long weekend. labor day weekend. i'd love to tell you it was filled with fun times, parties, the beach, etc...

alas, i cannot.

i did 2 things this weekend.

2 i say!

first, i went head to head with my arch nemesis. a force not of this world. a force from beyond.

behold!

DEMON CAT:



as most of you know, upon starting my fancy life in los angeles, i had a second job as a pet sitter to help pay all my bills. now that i'm making THREE dollars an hour (yes, three, eat your heart out ryan), i no longer have to do that. however, out of the hundreds of clients i used to have i have kept one and only one. i've been with her four years and it is currently the only client i am still active for.

what can i say?

she takes care of me.

so this is the cat:



and this is how i got to spend my nights with her:



good times.

oh yeah, and the second thing i did all weekend:



pack



boo!

let me tell you how great this is. i get to move all the stuff out of my current apartment on saturday. this coming saturday. i get to move all my stuff into my new apartment but i don't get to live in my new apartment til the 15th. why am i doing this? i'm so glad you asked. see, my lease at my new apartment starts on the 15th and i'm to be out of my current apartment on the 15th. now it would seem as if this would be ideal, HOWEVER, i fly out of los angeles on the 13th to join the ranks at disney world. so this coming saturday is the ONLY saturday i have to move my stuff. so i have to suck it up, move all my stuff, get my new room ready and sleep on my aero bed until i leave for FL. then, when i get back from FL i go directly to a new apartment.

it makes me tired just thinking about it.

SO ...

who's coming to help me this saturday?