So, the pixies of free have given me 3 months to come back, check out the place. So, to anyone who still remembers how awesome I am...good to see ya!

Off to have Indian food with the wife. Mmm, garlic na'an.

Just raised a toast to my father, who passed away 3 years ago today. I miss him.

So, hmm, it would appear a mysterious benefactor gave me 3 months for free. Thank you, oh mysterious one. Howdy. How's things?

So, Halloween/October is my favorite time of year ever. I wish I could have enjoyed it more, what with being all stressed out about one thing or another. I am currently at work on this fine All Hallows Eve, waiting on a script that won't come for untold hours. No trick or treating for me. (Yay, another maudlin, self-pitying post from Surly. "Something good had to happen this month, didn't it?" he asked himself in some bizarre self-reflexive third person.)

"Why yes, funny you should ask," he replied in response... to himself.

Friday, me and my gal went to see the Johnny Vatos Tribute to Oingo Boingo show at the House of Blues on Sunset. I love me the Boingo and to see a great many of those tunes performed by the original band (minus Danny) was totally awesome. I drank, I danced, I sang real loud.


And when it's all been said and done . . .
Better that you had some fun
Instead of hiding in a shell-Why make your life a living hell?
So have a toast, and down the cup
And drink to bones that turn to dust ('cause) . . .
No one, no one, no one, no one . . . . . . .
No one lives forever!! (Hey!)


Words to live by! Dammit!

On Saturday went to a Halloween party. Since there would be people who work in TV there I went as a zombie Aaron Spelling. He smoked a pipe and would you believe finding a (cheap) old man pipe is quite the challenge. Every smoke shop in LA has a billion glass weed pipes, but there's no love for the Ward Cleaver pipe. Go figure. My gal went as Nikki from Videodrome, with fake cigarette burns and everything. While our costumes weren't perfect, we certainly did our darndest to work in as many cool details as we could. I'd put up a picture, but I have to get them from our friend first (see previous post about our deceased camera.)

Sunday, we lit a bunch of candles in all our Halloween-themed holders and watched "Black Sheep." It's a mutant/killer sheep from New Zealand. A fun flick...and now my woman is freaked out every time I 'baa-aaa" near here...so I do it every chance I get.

So, Flash Gordon of all things continues to be a stress factory. But that's been the same post for the last three months. How about other sources of stress:

--My bride is still waiting for her social security card, as it's the last thing she'll need to be able to work.
She understandably wants to get on with it.

--My bride's sister and husband are in town for a week, visiting from Calgary. Let's put it this way, I love them both and they are both individually nice people, but good lord, their passive-aggressive tendencies with each other and then by extension, anyone around them, have helped given birth to my first full-blown acid reflux attack. In addition, my wife and I have gotten into heated argument, not over our own issues, but over theirs.

--We took them to Disneyland on Saturday, the happiest place on earth and the place we were engaged... only to have the lamest trip ever. We discovered my wife's sister's husband gets motion sickness...AFTER we had gone on Space Mountain. He spent the rest of the day pukey and cranky. Our $300 digital camera was ruined after an unopened bottle of water chose to burst open in my wife's bag. My In-laws got into one of their many kerfuffles over whether or not to buy an Eeyore doll. And there was no fucking Churros. Seriously...we went to three different stands and they were all out.

--They were going on a side trip to San Diego today, but it turns out San Diego is on fire... so they are still in town for another two days.

In gooder news, hey my wife and I have each other. And we love each other more, even under all the extra stress...so yeah, that's pretty cool.

So, another month goes by. Work = too busy. Play = what's that? Outlook = undetermined.

In other news: Things we saw on the freeway on the way back from a visit to see family in San Diego.

--A mattress
--A dead guy (the body was covered. Apparently a motorcyclist out on a Sunday ride wiped out.)
--A garbage can
--A car axle
--Two pillows
--A neon-colored sun screen which flew out the back of a pickup and nearly caused an accident.
--Another garbage can (in my lane even...nothing quite gets the blood pumping like the sudden appearance of a large object directly in your path on a busy roadway.)
--A house. (Yes, the 101 house, which not 5 days later hosed me again when I got stuck in the snarl of traffic that happened when they finally moved that sonofabitch.)

I hope everyone is well. I notice several people have left the site in the interim. Out of sight is not out of mind. Take care.

So, I have been married a month. Lots has happened to us both. In the interests of brevity, here's a CNN.com style recap:

*Vegas is fun, hot and tiring. Gambling was a wash, but 'Zumanity' and 'Spamalot' are really awesome.
*First round of immigration paperwork sent on to the U.S. Government. Stress induced.
*Night out with friends, new bride convinces two hot women friends to one day accompany her to sex toy store. Conversation highly stimulating. Stress in pants induced.
*Sex with bride simply gets better and better. However, tiny, flimsy, low to the ground IKEA futon bed can figuratively lick my balls.
*Attended Comic-Con panel for show I work on. 'Flash Gordon' set to premiere Aug. 10.
*'Still working far too much on said show, late nights and Sundays common.
*New bride, previously dismissive of 'television,' now fully addicted.

And to close--a recent marital interlude:

ME: (flipping TV channels to wrestling--on screen, the Monster Abyss is being brutalized, his bloody bulk choke-slammed into a pile of broken glass and thumbtacks.)
HER: Oh, my god. That's not wrestling, that's just gross.
ME: Yeah, but it's cool and hardcore...(flipping channels again, and with absolute sincerity) Hey! Awesome, Ace of Cakes is on!
HER: (laughing at said sincerity) I married a strange little man.

We're hitched!