Band on the Run

You ever go to turn on the radio hoping that you'll hear a Beatles song? But like, a good Beatles song? And then you turn on the radio, and there's actually a good Beatles song on? It's kind of like that.

Halloween today. HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!11!!. Dressed up as a old school hoops player. Went to work, where there was mad 'stumes. Not much work was actually accomplished. It commenced early.

Found out my rental car has sirius satalite radio. Only took me two months.... Pretty money being able to listen to most types of music. 5 TECHNO STATIONS!

A Hiaku:

Tonight, All Hollows Eve

You're Joker costume sucks dude

Eat Candy drink beer

The Truth

Wow. Tight ass win from the Celtics tonight. I nearly jizzed on the juke where Paul broke off The King at the knees. Also, Tony Allen, Neon Leon, and House all looked pretty money. 18 looks good, but it's a long season and it sure as hell won't be easy. I look forward to getting back to Fulkerson and crushing Cs games in the dungeon. 

I've been pretty busy lately. Just finished a serious homework sesh. Finished a big load of shit that is due tomorrow that I had been putting off since September. More work looms on the horizon. Started writing a short story about a Boston sports writer who comes to LA to cover a Celtics roadtrip. Gets his world all shook. 

Henson remains to be tight. I saw the Jonas Brothers today at the studio. Apparently they have an office on the lot. Good for them. Last Friday I had to save off the internet, print, and bind about 2000 pages on manga, and that is probably an underestimation

. I learned many things about mangas that day, many things I never wanted to learn. Here are a few: A girl will get her tit grabbed no matter what the subject matter of the book is, likewise a guy will get hit in the junk at some point, titles have little to do with subject matter (I printed out one called Ultra Maniac that was, as far as I could gather, about high school girls...), most of them suck ass (at least from the few pages that I read). One stood out as pretty kick ass though. If you're looking for some tasty artwork that is unlike anything I'v really seen before, check out the manga No. 5. I couldn't tell you too much about the story but it looks beautiful (you would be amazed at how many scans of manga are online, just do a search on google and check it out, I'll break you off a sample)[well I was but blogger is being lame on me, just check out mangafox, you can find it there, you're just going to have to believe]

I was going to rip off Hyde and start a bucket list, but this blog came out rather solid without it. So I'll save that for next time.

The Real Deal is BACK

Haven't had a legit brain dump in a while. Speaking of dumps... you ever drop a deuce that is so substantial that afterwords you feel weakened? Like perhaps you shouldn't have released that much material from your body at once? Its shitty! AHAHAHA!

Anyway, my physical controls are all befuddled. This is due to the fact that it is statistically fall (hence world series, Halloween, football, etc.) yet the weather is summer (it was in the 90's every day this week). I suppose that's what you get for living in the desert.

Traffic here is crappy, just like you read about. It isn't always crappy though. It's an unpredictable slopfest. I blame this on the fact that Los Angeleans don't use directionals. Also because there are no sidewalks, no public transportation, and no one carpools (except for me, Roy 1 LA 0). I kind of hate this place (Roy 1 LA -1)

I mentioned the Celtics today and got negative vibage in return. I forgot where I was.... Laker town. Fuck that shit. NBA next week. Sweet. Can't wait to get back home and have games be on at regular times.

Shot a podcast for the Henson yesterday. Weird to shoot things when puppets are involved. Learned about how the lot is mad haunted by ghosts, including that of Charlie Chaplin (used to be his studio).

I thought I had something to write, but I guess I don't. I'll see ya'll in December. There will be a regal feast followed by a jousting match, then we shall consume much mead. Hurrah!

Into the Seventh

The most important wiki in the league:

http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Muppet_Wiki

Kage

Anybody else seeing these new NBA 2K9 commercials with KG? Fucking hilarious. 

Bailout

Some quick notes from the left coast:

- Experienced a category 5 on Sunday, after a rather lackluster Saturday night (as far as I can remember)

-Saw a dude today wearing an Inglewood High Pierce jersey. Word.

- Playoff beard has commenced. Go Sox

-Halloween is approaching. Currently accepting costume ideas. I've got a few banging around in the dome piece, but its good to hear from the fans.

- I don't get Columbus Day off, but I get Yom Kippur off on Thursday.

-You can smoke weed here, but you can't drive and talk on your cellphone.

I like this place, but I look forward to coming back home. December 13th. Mark that shit on the calender as Return of the Roy.

There and Back Again: A Sox Fan's Tale

Since Hyde complained:

So I was sitting at my desk on Tuesday afternoon, on my lunch break, my morning coffee coursing through my veins. I decided to, as a joke, see how much tickets were for the Angels/Sox game. I had jokingly (see: drunkenly) agreed with a fellow New Hampshirite and Sox fan over the weekend that I would go to the game if the tickets were under 100 bucks (alright, a little much, but...). So I find out decent tickets were $60. Sixty Dollars for a playoff game? Surely you jest. I could only figure that this was because A) The Angels don't have any fans (more on this later) and B) Angel Stadium is, in fact, not Fenway Park and can seat more then 100 people. So I call up my friend James, the aforementioned New Hampshirian, break down the situation and with zero convincing he's on board.

Fast forward to Wednesday, October 1 4:00pm. James and I hit the road to Anaheim. Now the game doesn't start until 7pm, and Anaheim is 45 minutes away, but this is Southern Cali a place where traffic controls mere mortals. Two and a quarter hours later we arrive at the enemy HQ aka Angel Stadium. We are greeted by a sea of red, as I blast Dirty Water and Dropkick Murphys and find a place to park. We were decked in blue, I in my Youk shirt, James in a straight up Sox shirt. I was floored by the lack of Sox fan, apparently the nation is not as strong in the West as I had imagined. However, we suffered no insults (well not until the sox were winning). Obviously not something that would happen at Fenway where away fans might as well be Al-Qaida.

A nail biter for the first few innings. Lester looked shaky, the defense holding him up. Then Jay Bay (Manny who?) launches a two run dinger, and the faithful start to make themselves known. Let's go Red Sox chants would spring up, and battle with the halo's fans own chants. We were few, but we were mighty. As I mentioned before Angels fans are weak: 1) They didn't ridicule us (in fact I received more threats about the coming basketball season, and how Kobe was going to embarrass us), 2) They started to leave after the 7th when the game was still only 2-1 Sox. WHAT!? This is the post season people, trying to beat the traffic? 3) The mass exodus only continued as the Sox went up by two more. I know for sure, this wouldn't happen at Fenway.

As Pap was hurling 96 MPH heaters over the plate, The Nation had officially taken over the home of the Halos. Jacobi played like a champ. Youk punked Vlad after duffing a ball. All great moments. Not only was it an experience to be an away fan, it was an experience being able to see the Sox in the post season. As James and I drove back to LA, our hands raw from clapping and our throats soar from cheering, we agreed that this could quite possibly be our only chance to see the Sox in the post season. We then agreed that it was well worth it. 

Here's to a Sox/Dodgers World Series.

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So I went to the Sox game last night. Full detail has been emailed to associates. Contact them is you haven't seen it. I'm pretty sure anyone who reads this should know one of said party.

I like this Michael Cera kid. He brings the Roy stock up. Keep making movies my man, more power to ya, maybe we can hang sometime. Hit me up.