Sorry I missed a post yesterday, but I had no internet connection. Curse you, Apple eb770ed, for finally figuring out how to create a password!
The only other router in range is labeled, simply, “STASH.” I’m just a white kid from the ‘burbs, but I do watch The Wire, where the dealers have a “no phones, no pagers, no talking inside” policy. I’m a little surprised these guys would go ahead and name their router “STASH.” I guess the LAPD aren’t as thorough as McNulty and the gang.
I didn’t do much worth writing about, anyway. I went to the barber shop, where I learned “Take a little off the top” is Japanese for “Make me look like I just escaped from an insane asylum.” (Yes, I found the only Japanese barber in Van Nuys.) Seriously, I look like I just joined Project Mayhem.
I’m in post on a couple of my own projects, but my editor was busy working on paid projects, inconsiderate bastard that he is. Instead, I scribbled away on my romantic comedy. Romcom is outside my usual wheelhouse of blood and guts, so the script is pretty much a roman à clef of my college days. I get to steal all my friends’ best jokes, which they’ve already forgotten they told. Of course, my surrogate gets the girl in the end.
Since it was a three day weekend, I decided to put a TV show at the top of the Netflix queue. Somehow, my wife has managed to live more than a quarter century without having seen The Dick Van Dyke show. I haven’t seen it in years, and, boy, does it hold up. Despite premiering, becoming a hit, and then being canceled before I was born, the relationship between Rob and Laura is so much like my wife and I, I’m afraid to buy an ottoman. Modern sitcom writers should hang their heads in shame.
Anyway, I’m at work now, so I’m sure something wacky will happen soon, and I can tell you all about it.
