Everything is broken.  I broke a lens on Wednesday.  I now don’t have a zoom lens wider than 28mm.  I normally shoot at around 24mm so that is going to change things up a bit.  If I was working, I could buy a new lens, but alas I am still jobless and making just less than I need to to survive.  If anyone has any ideas of how I can make like $200 dollars a week, let me know.  I broke my computer yesterday.  My friend Max said he would fix it tomorrow, but for the moment I can’t turn it on.  I am on my old one, but I can’t update my photo galleries on this one.  And it is sort of messing up my internet productivity.  And I am broken.  I was so tired yesterday I fell asleep during a movie for the FIRST time in my entire life.  I have NEVER done that.  I fell asleep during an adaptation these little kids did of Raiders Of The Lost Ark.  From what I saw it was amazing.  It was made from 1982-1988 or something.  They age during the film and everything.  There version was so close to the original it is sort of mind blowing.  I wish I could have stayed up.  Shortly after that I ate a gyro with way too much hot sauce and I had nothing to drink.  I just kept eating it faster and faster but I got to Houston and Essex and my mouth was on fire.  I thought the best solution would be to go to McDonald’s and get a milkshake.  I practically ran to Delancy St. and when I got there there were probably 10 employees working but no one was getting served.  Everyone was doing something else.  Eventually the manager, who was training someone, took the guys order in front of me and spent 10 minutes teaching this guy how to make a fucking McFlurry.  If anyone has ever been to the Delancy and Essex McDonald’s after 10 PM you know what kind of morons are working there.  I never should have ventured in, but I figured at 10:30PM it wasn’t late enough for them to stop doing anything and start hanging out.  But they had already closed off the back and people had started partying back there per normal late shift. The worst part is, I don’t even like McDonald’s, I just thought it would fix my burnt tongue.  Of course by the time I got my milkshake my mouth had cooled off.  Fucking bastards.  Although, that McDonald’s is my favorite after hours spot just so I can watch people get as pissed off as I was, only at 4AM they are way drunker and way funnier.

I know this rant is entirely pointless and far too long, but I do have one more thing on my mind.  That is this writers strike.  This thing is already fucking up my life in unexpected ways that I will not even get into now.  What I will get into is how scary it will be if they just start cranking out more reality television.  They could make some intelligent shows like Erol Morris’ short lived First Person, but I am sure it will just be more game shows and more spin offs of the Surreal Life.  I can’t wait until every channel is as exciting as VH1.  In reality show history nothing good has ever come from any of it with the obvious exception of that crazy lady who screamed about demons on Trading Spouses.  That was brilliant.  Otherwise, it is all bullshit.  If it weren’t for the last writers strike we wouldn’t have had all this crap and I probably wouldn’t know who Paris Hilton is, I would like Public Enemy and I would have had to think about which I would rather do: eat pig intestines or listen to Joe Rogan talk.

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