LA Face with the Oakland Booty
Ray sends me a link the other day of a song file that I didn't quite get the humor at first. Listened for a bit and was thinking this seemed a bit lame, but then it just gently hits you once you are listening to it why it's so milk squirting out the nose funny. Of course now, this song is stuck in the back of my head at work, walking around, trying to sleep, etc. (download song 5.1mb)
Shavin' it off, Shavin' it all the hell off
I give up. I really do. I went to go get a hair cut today and the little asian hair cut girl used the clippers all the way around, over the top and pretty much everywhere I could possibly grow hair on my head. I'm not going over when I say my hair is the exact same length everywhere on my head now. She then used the little scissors to trim something away around the ears, as if it really mattered at this point. By the time I could even pick my jaw off the floor, half the top of my head of hair was just gone. The last time I felt a clipper go across the top of my head was when it all got shaved off in Air Force basic training.
I'm going to go sit quietly now and wait for my hair to grow back.
Missy Higgins
Missy Higgins is cleaning house tonight with five out of seven wins on the Arias (Australian Record Industry Association) with award after another and looking hot as hell doing so. Which makes me all that more excited since going to see her on Monday in concert here in Melbourne! There was also a tribute to the drummer of Crowded House who died this year with the song "Better be home Soon" and Jimmy Barnes (seen via Perth 2003) was inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame where he ended the night with "Working Class Man" .
Freakin' Sweet, Australia!
Back in Australia! I just arrived in Brisbane about an hour ago and had to run from international to domestic airport with luggage in hand and now waiting to continue out. Customs and all that is always fun but wasn't too difficult. The movies: sucked. The alcohol from LAX did me a lot of good for a long sleep on the plane, something that rarely happens for me.
I'm Super, Thanks for Asking...
Last night I went to the Emergency Room because I couldn't breath very well. When I say not very well, I mean my chest was hurting from trying to inhale a full breath consistantly for the second day in a row.
Arrived at the ER room around 1:30am. I was checked over for vitals and then given some breathing treatments; a blue plastic tube I had to inhale from blowing mist out the other side. It was Albuterol and it finally opened my lungs up so I could breath. I was also given an I.V. of steroids to help open my lungs.
If you have no idea what this feels like, imagine being punched really hard in the chest then someone laying a very heavy weight on the same spot, while you lay on your back, unable to get up. As you try to fight this, you have little energy because your body is being oxygen deprived.
They repeated the breathing treatments two more times and I could breath fine after the first one. However, the readout said I wasn't getting a good oxygen mix in my blood supply so they admitted me into the Hospital, where I spent the night, being wheeled around, talking to administrators, and trying to breath with an uncomfortable tube in my nostrils giving me a 3% oxygen boost.
It was an odd experience even though I felt fine. Thoughts of how my dad went through his days in the hospital came to mind. I felt like I wasn't in control of my surroundings and I didn't like the feeling. I imagine he didn't care for it either.
Around 9 am the Dr. Came in, checked me out and released me from the hospital. My body decided to start doing it's job and producing good amounts of oxygen in my red blood cells. It was really just a super asthma attack that I am not used to getting, caused from my surroundings here in Oklahoma.
So, I am okay, no worries. The new Dr. is a Pulmonologist and he has me on some new treatments so this doesn't happen again hopefully. Today I have Nate with me but I feel kind of useless 'cus I am so tired (you try sleeping with a plastic tube in your nose).
Fourteen Hours of Jessica Alba
A clear indication of how Hollywood has reached a new level of suck lately is by my cinema choices for the long haul to Australia on Qantas Airlines on Sunday:
1. War of the Worlds (seen it)
2. *Bewitched (would rather jab my eyes out with needles)
3. The Fantastic Four (seen it)
4. Fever Pitch (not a Jimmy Fallon fan)
5. Land of the Dead (it stars Dennis Hopper.. 'nuff said)
6. *Lords of Dog Town (I'm not 17)
7. Herbie (would rather jab my eyes out with needles)
* Is only being shown because it has an Aussie lead actor in it
I think this is a ploy so that if any plane is ever attacked by terrorists, you will not scream or cry, but welcome the sweet death to put an end to the torture.
Nathan
I can't express in words how truely proud I am of my son. I know already enough of his character that he's going to be someone I can be proud of as an adult as well.
Suitcase Accomodations
Bags are packed again. Heading for a week to Oklahoma then off to Melbourne, Australia for a few weeks more. All in all, I will be away from New York for exactly one month. Europe was just last July but it feels like it's been ages since I have traveled and my feet were starting to warm up.
I'm a cowboy.
On a steel plane I fly...
