I work at Starbucks. It's fun. Just the other day, two famous people came in. One:
The other:
One is Alan Ruck, of Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Spin City fame. The other is Fernando Vargas, two time world champion of boxing. Vargas apparently owns the Sharky's right down the way from my Starbucks. Alan lives somewhere in the area (but not ventura, cos he asked where he could buy some aspirin and I told him about the Vitamin Shoppe right there). Alan's wife is both gorgeous and super nice, btw. Actually, they were both really nice.
And if you don't know which picture is which person, you fail at life.
A couple three days ago, Heath Ledger was found dead in his apartment. Erin actually called me up and work and told me this, and for about 10 minutes straight I kept repeating to her "no.." in this little tone of disbelief. I thought she was joking with me until a customer came in and said the same thing. I'm actually rather surprised at how devastated I am by this. Not in the same way as I was when we found out Christopher Reeve had died, but it still hurts. Heath was 28 years old and had already managed to be a part of a career-defining movie. And his next movie which is coming out, The Dark Knight, promises to be just as prolific.. at least to me, being the Batman fiend I am.
I keep getting into arguments with people who think that Jack Nicholson was the quintessential Joker. I keep telling them that Jack Nicholson was just Jack Nicholson acting a little nuts in that movie. I tell them, read the Killing Joke (which they actually gave to Heath as research material on his part). Read Arkham Asylum. Read any Batman book with the Joker in it which isn't from the goddamn silver age and you'll see that (at least from the trailer), it looks like Heath nailed it. I'm defending Heath voraciously against these people, mostly because I'm surprisingly hurt by his passing, partly because I feel like these people are fucking idiots.
They haven't released information on the cause of death. I refuse to believe that it was suicide, or a drug overdose. Naomi Campbell (you know, that nutso model who throws cellphones at assistants heads) has an ex assistant who said that Heath and Naomi used to go on cocaine and ecstasy binges. I refused to believe it, and instead I sit and wonder why all these assholes come out of the woodwork when someone dies. Why are you wasting your breath for 15 minutes of pseudo-fame just to deface the memory of someone many people loved?
Anyway. I never knew Heath. Just on the big screen and the little screen. When the Dark Knight comes out, I am going to go watch it 50 times in the theatre. And when it comes out on DVD I am going to watch it every night. Mainly because I'm a rabid Batman fan. But also because I miss Heath. This may sound ridiculous or obsessive to you, but shit like this hurts. He was too young, too good, to have died this way.
I've got no plans, and that doesn't surprise me terribly. I think I'll go walk down to the beach and find a place to sit. Maybe take a book and hang out until the sun goes down and the sky lights up. I slept for ages last night. Lately I want to sleep more and more. I tell you though, waking up at 3 in the afternoon is the oddest thing. It used to be that no matter what time I went to bed, I'd wake up at 9am. Big change.
I'm mildly lonely right now. I guess just wishing I had plans. Well, plans with people other than myself, really. If anyone would like to come down to the beach with me, pop a text to my cellphone or give me a call. We'll make an adventure of it. And if you don't have my cell number, toss me a message on myspace. Or here.
I got a new cellphone.
The number is as follows.
805 816 8394
YAY. Feel free to call it if you wanna. It's not lame and pre-paid, it's an actual monthly thing. So yeah. USE IT.
So I've been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 2, for about 2 days straight now. I found this site that streams the episodes (in worse quality than i ever thought i'd accept), and it's good to be watching these again. I watched this show through middle school and high school, and it reminds me a lot of how things were. Maybe not good to be reminiscing in that way, but meh. What can you do.
This website also has TONS of movies available (I watched mr. & mrs. smith last night from it), but the choice of player they use to stream them is less than desirable. The mr & mrs. smith one was on a DiVX player, which was in REALLY good quality and with all kinds of options, but the other two they use are a Chinese applet and a flash 9 player which is teh suck.
Also the version of 300 they have is of the worst quality I think I've ever seen. I never really thought the Warner Brothers logo could look like a bunny rabbit, but I guess I was wrong.
What's the most klutzy thing you've ever done?
Submitted by Jecka.
I used to be in Buena High's Stage Craft class, and freshman year after (or before) a play, some of us techies were just chillin on the stage, eating some mcdonalds or whatever, climbing ladders, messing around. I was playing hackey, went to try and do some cool kick trick over-my-head-behind-my-back kick and sortof momentumed myself off the edge of the stage. Landed flat on my back with one leg tucked under me, popped my head on the floor pretty good. It's nice having concrete under really thin carpet, by the way. Good cushioning.
They've pushed back the release of the Burning Crusade to January.
January.
I have to wait... until January.
*explode*
depression sets in. been thinking about randall a lot lately.. dreamt of him last night and the wedding we would've had. i tell people i pawned off the ring he gave me, but really i didn't. it's shoved in it's little box deep in the drawer of my nightstand. i don't touch it, don't look at it, instead treating it like something that will burn me upon contact.
i hate this. i feel lost, and unhappy, and most of all lonely.
buh. sorry. livejournal moment.
What's up?
Oh, not too much. Doing some Naxxramas in WoW (working on Grand Widow Faerlina, have downed Razuvious and Anub'Rekhan so far). Wanting to go to sleep and pull an allnighter at the same time.
Yourself?


I know, I was stoked for the rest of the day. And I am *still* stoked. read more
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