Kill Me...

My dream job, as far as starting jobs in the biz go, was just posted:

Job Posting Date: 07/29/10
USA’s PSYCH seeks energetic, multi-taking, self-starter to fill PRODUCTION ASSISTANT position. You will be part of a production team working in the Manhattan Beach Writer’s Office. Responsibilities include answering phones, running errands and general office assistance. Great entry level position into production.

Granted, I don't do that anymore since I started school. And I live in Chicago and not LA. But, I'm sending out a resume regardless.  Fingers crossed my friends. Hopefully this will be my in to slip in the screenplay for an episode that I wrote.

-M, p, z & shredder

Shake Your Money Maker...

You know what I find hilarious? When NBA players say they need to do what's "best for them and their family," when considering offers from teams. I'm pretty sure when you're making between 5 and 20 MILLION dollars a year, anything is best for your family. I'm pretty sure that's more than some countries National GDP.

This isn't new, but I was hoping that the Latrell Sprewell incident many years ago would have made people seeking more money a little more hesitant to do so. For those who don't know, Latrell Sprewell famously turned down a 3 year $27,000,000 contract (which breaks down to 9 mil a year for you non-Asians who can't do math) because he claimed it wasn't even enough to feed his family. Granted the dude had like 5 kids, but I'm pretty sure he could somehow scrape by. After turning the offer down presuming he would get more money, not only did Minnesota not offer him more money, but no other team offered him anything. He never played again. I'm pretty sure he could use that money now.

I mention this now because it seems every time there is a period of free agency in pro sports, like there is now in the NBA, players always use that as their excuse to leave a city where they're loved (i.e. Ben Wallace in Detroit) to go somewhere else for more money. This is why there's no rivalry in sports. Jonny Damon to the Yankees?! (though I do love him now that he's a Tiger). LeBron to Miami?! Ron Artest to the Lakers?! How can anyone form any sort of hatred or rivalry if players don't care where they play, just as long as they get paid.

That's it. Go big.

-M, p, z & shredder

Smart Again...

I have once again joined civilization and returned to the land of smart phones. This was pretty much me for the last few weeks. (video courtesy of Rusted Jesus)



Now that I have it, it's everything I hoped it would be and more. It has voice command dammit! As Other Guy pointed out, so did his phone that he had 10 years ago. Anyway, the phone rules, 3G is way better than the shitty Edge network I was still dealing with and I haven't dropped a call yet. It's nice to have an ipod again and even though it's only 16GB, it's still the largest ipod I've ever had.

You may now start calling/texting me again.

I'm out. Go big.

-M, p, z & shredder

Keep On Truckin'...

You know what's strange? The fact that people jump in front of huge semis on the freeway or in the city with no regard for the fact that the semi could run them over in a second and not even feel it. When did people decide that every truck they cut in front of is a gentle giant. Who decided that the right way to merge was speed ahead to the first truck and then jump in right in front of him?

As I was driving back to Chicago from Michigan today, I decided to take I-90, which is a toll road, because 94 has been heinous with all the construction. While sitting at one of the three toll stops, the huge semi in the lane to my right kept honking his horn. I looked over and noticed that no less than 5 cars jumped right in front of him when he was almost at the toll. A normal person like myself would have been furious about this and I wondered what was stopping this truck from ramming into the last asshole that cut him off. He's a professional driver with deadlines and cargo and a bad back and these assholes just need to get home so they can tivo Two and a Half Men!

I found myself hoping the driver would snap and instead of honking his horn, just roll one of his tires forward and flatten that asshole's BMW into the ground. But he didn't and I paid my toll and drove off. But it did make me wonder why so many people think that there is no danger in cutting off a truck. That's like walking by a bunch of murderers with pistols and fucking with the one with the bazooka because apparently anyone with a gun that big is not going to use it.

Anyway, I'm out. Go big.

-M, p, z & shredder