Sunday, April 26, 2009

Additional Casting

Been trying to cast a few additional roles that I've been having trouble with, but I think I've nailed them down.

Karista..........Jill Hennessy
K-Torr...........Brendan Fraser


Alright. I think that's my cast list. I think reading Tom Cavanaugh for Uncle Rico is a good idea, and I did think that Antwan Lewis was surprisingly BJ-ish (but I'm afraid Kenny Hotz has a lock on the role), but I'm just not feeling Jason Lee for me.

Been reading a lot lately. Re-read Crime and Punishment. What a great damn book. Finished White Teeth, which I enjoyed but not as much at the end. Tonight at work I started reading a biography of Willie Nelson that's pretty damned good, so I bought it. It's pretty big so hopefully it'll keep me occupied for awhile. A good music biography is usually pretty inspiring for me.

A semi- day off tomorrow. Lots of errands to run.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

The Cast List

Here is the cast list for the movie of my life. Many factors were taken into account when casting, including looks, personality, and the feeling that I get in my tummy from either the actor or character. J-Dog also helped with some of the tougher roles to cast. If you would like to lobby for a particular actor to play either you or someone else, please feel free to do so. No contracts have been signed yet.

DOB......................Peter Krause (with buzzed head)
J-Dog....................Maura Tierney
Eric E....................Jon Stewart
Drew.....................Ben Stiller
BJ.........................Kenny Hotz
Schlueter...............Kate Winslet
PKP.......................Ewan McGregor
Spiff......................Jack Nicholson (w/ prosthetic beard)
T...........................Natalie Dormer
MAW.....................Susan Ursitti
Brian G..................Pat Harrington Jr.
Stinky Steinmetz....Josh Saviano
A-Train..................Kristin Davis
Bosco.....................Michael Angarano
Kneser...................Judah Friedlander
Bewley...................Robin Weigert
Uncle Rico Riley.......Eric Stoltz

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

It's all hapnin at libary.

Tonight the J-Dog and I are going to walk down to the City Library, a place that I enjoy. One time I was there and there was a notebook next to a computer, and I picked up the notebook and started looking through it, and a woman came over and grabbed the notebook and said mean things under her breath about me being nosy.

I was thinking of driving to the beach tomorrow on my day off, but the weather.com prediction is for rain. Poopy dick.

I am on a serious Willie Nelson bender.

Last night I went to the space that CSC is using for rehearsals these days, and I was meeting with some of the folks that are going to be in this summer's production of Twelfth Night, because the production is going to re-use the songs that I worked on when we first did Twelfth Night back in '02. And on the way home I decided to call BJ, and he actually answered his phone. There are several minor miracles in play here: the first is that I actually called someone, because I hate talking on the fucking phone. Let's boldface that: I hate talking on the fucking phone. And the second is that BJ answered his phone. Because the Beej screens his calls like a screenin' mofo. So he musta been pretty bored. But it was good to chat and catch up and hear how things are going, and good to hear that he's gonna try and make a visit out here sometime during the summer.

This week at work:

A) I was seriously trying to figure out ways that I could get liquored up to liven things up a little bit. It's been so damned boring there. Today I had 2 customers in 3 hours.

B) while casually glancing at the cover for the movie Marley and Me, I realized that dogs can be cute sometimes.

C) have been trying to figure out what celebrities would portray people in my life when they decide to make the movie of my life. Some roles are very easy to cast, others more difficult. On a side note, I don't think that a movie of my life would do very well.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

The Goals of Summer

We've had a string of beautiful days. Warm in the sun, cool in the shade, not a cloud in the sky. I've been skipping out of work early whenever possible so that I can try to get outside and enjoy it. I'm hoping to try and get at least an hour of sunshine a day this summer.

Last night Jeannie and I went down to Annapolis to see Aimee's show, She Loves Me. It was a cute show, a good date, and we enjoyed walking around downtown Annapolis a little bit before the show. We stopped and got a little bit of ice cream before the show, and thankfully it did not give me the shits, as ice cream sometimes does. But anyway, it's always good to see the A-Train, and hopefully we'll hang out a bunch this summer (maybe a trip to the beach together!).

Tonight the Jeanners and I are picking through our financial shit. Good times.

My dad sent me in the mail a poem that he wrote. It's funny, but probably only if you know my dad. He's able to pull off "gruffly conservative" in a cute way.

Anyway, that's all I got. It's almost bikini season, so I'm currently starving myself a little bit. It's not too bad, though. How bad can life be when there's a big bowl of fresh (ish) strawberries in your kitchen? I hope to try and get down to the 160's by the end of the summer.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Hit My Tapestry One More Time

I woke up about an hour ago from a night where I had two interesting dreams:

In the first one, I was hanging out with C. Bosco at some sort of rural retreat house outside of Kansas City. It was fantastic, because I haven't gotten to hang out with CMB in real life for several years now. It is sad that I only get to see good friends in my dreams now, but it's better than nuthin'.

In the second dream, I was producing Britney Spears' next CD, and we were discussing what she wanted the album to sound like, and she said she wanted it to sound like a 70's singer-songwriter album, like Carole King or Joni Mitchell. Even though I kinda hate Joni Mitchell, I was excited by the idea. Even now, awake, I think it would be a good move for Britney.

I hope that Joni Mitchell does not leave an angry comment on my blog now. At least I didn't say I wanted to punch her in the face--right, James Taylor?

While I'm on the subject, one more word about James Taylor: I used to pick up old James Taylor albums (Gorilla, Sweet Baby James, etc) and listen to samples from them, in the hopes that James Taylor is one of those people who sounds pretty flat and dull now, but back in the heroin-takin' days used to get down and dirty and sound all gnarly, a la Rod Stewart or even (although he still turns out a good song here and there) The Boss. But no, old James Taylor albums just sound like James Taylor. I've tried. I want to like the guy, he seems like a nice guy, but no.

It's been raining for several days now. Also, I have been illin' for several days. My poor nose has been blown more than Charlie Sheen.

I watched this Billy Bob video the other day, and while its not really interesting, it is kinda interesting. When I want to be an asshole, I think this is the variety of asshole I tend to be. It is kinda long, though, and there's a little bit of language that's not work appropriate.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

8 years of service

I forgot to mention the other day that my brother and his wife had a little baby boy on Thursday -- Timothy O'Brien. And so, if everything goes normally and I don't live 200 years or something, then our branch of the O'Brien tree won't die with me, which is a load off.

Yesterday on the phone my dad told me that he had received in the mail an 8x10 photo of George W. and Laura Bush, because he (my dad) had written a letter to W, "thanking him for his 8 years of service." I laughed at him (my dad), and he laughed too. He's whack.

Been working on a song, and the song has some good things going for it, and some things that I don't like. Can't come up with a vocal melody or lyrics, though. Will wait and see. I do think I'm getting better at mixing, though. I can now mix something in headphones, and it ends up sounding pretty decent on regular speakers.

Jeannie and I have been experimenting food-wise. Last night we made some Chinese dumplings that took several hours to make, and they weren't that good and they gave me violent shits.

Friday, April 10, 2009

The Chronic, pt. II

Well, Sean, it seems as though your comment on my last post has influenced my subconscious, as last night I had a dream about rockin' the ganja with you and Cole. Don't know why I'm dreaming about weed lately, but I think that for now I shall stick to my good ol' G&T's and Guinness.

Not a whole helluva lot exciting going on. The Jeanners and I looked at a few more houses today. Nothing's grabbing us by the balls yet, though. Although we have signed a paper that ends the lease on our current apartment at the end of August, so that adds the potentially stressful element of a deadline into the whole process. Joy.

We both have the day of tomorrow. What shall we do? Monticello, anyone?

My farts smell like crabcakes. Crabcakes from a fiery, sulfurous hell.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

The Chronic

Last night I had a crazy dream that went something like this:

Jeannie and I and the Schluetermetz' were traveling somewhere, and we stopped and spent the night at my parents' house. After everyone went to bed, the Schluetermetz' got up and started smoking pot. My parents woke up and smelled it and kicked the Schluetermetz' out. My dad told me what happened and I got very upset and started crying.

I woke up confused and hurt.

p.s. Holy Shit the C. Bosco Family had another baby! Welcome, young Jack!

p.p.s. One day when I'm famous, I hope I get asked to recreate this (thanks, Ricky!):

Friday, April 03, 2009

Oi!

I got shampoo in my eye! It stings!

(Yes, I still use shampoo. Very funny.)

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Tiny Daggers

At work, I am able to access, on the cash registers, the web page of my employer. On this web page, there is a kind of reader application that lets you read parts of certain books. So I've spent the last few days at work reading White Teeth, by Zadie Smith. It's pretty good. Well, yesterday, at a little over 100 pages in, the application told me that I've read all the pages that are loaded into the preview. So now I have to get the damned book for real to finish it. Reading books on the clock was a whole lot easier back at the power plant where I could just spend all day in the john.

I have the day off work today, and I would really really like to spend the day working on music, but I'm feeling totally uninspired. So I think I shall avoid a day putting lots of work into something that has a high chance of ending up being crap and uninspired. And I will go to CSC and work on organizing the storage area. Over the last few months I have developed a little personal motto: If you have a choice between staying in the house and getting out of the house, get out. I have not always heeded this motto, but I have found that when I do I'm a whole lot happier. And the day is more interesting.

Jeannie and I bought a 7 quart crock pot on Saturday. The muthafucka is big. What? Very big.

"Tiny Daggers" is a song by INXS. It is also the term that I used in my head yesterday to describe my farts.

I miss R. Riley.