March 28

Tardy. Always tardy.

If people would talk about me (and of course they do talk), I would be fingered as being as perpetually late. I'm not sure when it started, but I am fairly consistent in being 10 minutes late, regardless of the activity. It could be a party, it could be a job. Who knows. Always late.

This is something that I should be able to control, but every method I've ever had to shock/trick me into being on time has not worked. It's always "oh oh make sure you brush your teeth; is the oven off; better look around for a tiny thing that doesn't matter." I think I'll build a "leaving the house" rubric, check off all the boxes, then exit the house. That may work.

March 23

Was perhaps inappropriately dressed for Cake Shop. Meaning--I need a haircut.

Didn't ask the guy in Big Troubles if we could do work together, because he was chatting up my friend Kitty, and I didn't feel like squelching her swag. Nice show, though. Very 90s College Rock.

Ate a big old thing of General Tso's Chicken, even though I didn't need it. A drunk hipster came in right after we ordered and ordered the same thing. Had an introspective moment.

March 22

Neglected German studies. Es tut mir leid.

Read things on the internet until 5a.

March 21

Didn't update blog(s) for a month.

Forgot to buy batteries on the way to the office, then forgot to put batteries in the audio recorder/lavaliere/transmitter. Then I somehow corrupted all of the footage, and had to call back an actor and redo it. It's been an off day.

Didn't eat anything all day, so I ordered takeout Japanese, and a large sake. This place has sake to go, which is great, but it seems that every time I get it, a new host has taken on the phones and has no idea how much the sake costs, or how much to give. I've gotten a small to-go cup full of sake for $5 and $7, a large bucket for $7, and this time, a soup container full to bursting for $11. This was easily a 36oz container of sake. A 7-11 Big Gulp of sake.

Drank it all. Not a mistake. The sushi was borderline crazy good.

February 20

Took a cab, twice, because I had spent too much time in a bar prior to an audio foley session. Midday. Refused to tip the cabbie his exorbitant demand of a $10 tip, because he was being an absolute cock whilst simultaneously being lost. It's DUMBO, for Christssake, not Throgg's Neck or East Flushing. It's not that hard to get to.

Wait, is that... is that a Middle Class Problem? I think it is. What does this mean?

Ate a meal with a girl who wasn't really that interesting. Learned that many Kosher restaurants offer sushi, regardless of cuisine, which is very interesting.

February 19

Didn't update the blog for... 13 days. The reason being, I've been too busy to make a lot of mistakes. It's mostly just "go go go don't think go go go", which doesn't leave me too much time to mull around and make a bunch of mistakes. However:

Failed to return a rented piece of gear on time. It's okay though, Ari's a friend, and he understood. Besides, it was a fucking director's chair, not a stack of Mighty Moles.

Was way too honest about my thoughts of a crazy goddamn play that was an interpretation of a Tennessee Williams flop. Don't get me wrong, it was... unique, but it had a bit too much crazy sound design, real and also fake dicks, and Theatre-capital-T elements for me to really get into it. Me, I like musicals; easy things. It's like being 5 and getting thrown into a lake by your father, something that definitely never happened to me ever.

Fell asleep on the Metro-North (no robbery this time) and ended up in Tuckahoe. What a horrible name.

February 7-8

Two shoots, no mistakes. No, really, they all went according to plan.

I fell asleep during True Grit. There. A mistake. Trivial.