KingLou Drops Science 2.0

I rode my my bike to work and home again tonight. Indian summer rocks. The fucking weather jerks (internet and analog) both said rain rain rain. I took my chances and didn't get wet. Oh sure, it rained, but not when I was riding. You weather jerks can suck it. Had lunch with former comedy partner Rob Blatt today. He's in town from LA to do some wedding planning. It was fun talking to him. We went to The West End which used to be a pretty good place to go for a burger. But they have this $5 cheeseburger deal that they have every day now. I have yet to get it and not get sick cramps later in the day. I tastes good but something about it makes me seriously ill. I should just get the old burger and pay the full, non-crampy price. Its late and I am up for no good reason. The usual time wasting has happened. Played the nightly quotient of Halo 2. I actually had a pretty entertaining group of clan members tonight. A lot of regulars and some newer dudes as well. I have been fortunate in both clans. I have been in (The form clan: TheCompanyNYC, a team of all improvisors, & now Editable Mesh, a team made of a bunch of easy going dudes (some of which happen to work for Bungie.) I say lucky because for the most part the people in them are not total assholes who inhaibit a great swath of the online, faceless gaming masses. I will say that in the past months or so since the heavy cheat banning started that there has been a slow dwindling of the use of the word n1gg3r and f@gg0t. Where it was once like every 4th word you'd hear it's now relatively rare. Anyway, I have managed to hook up with a group of dudes who are both good and fun to play with. The last clan (TheCompanyNYC) was also home to some good players but they all fell to the addiction of World of Warcraft. I say addiction with no humor. They play constantly. Why can't they be addicted to Halo 2 anymore... like me... I know I know... You want to check out my stats. Well there you go. I have been playing Halo 2 for over a year. I guess thats about a good a testament to the games replay value as you can get. Work marches onward. We're getting close to the end of the year so people are starting to get crazed and time crunched. Of course that is why I am going to clamp down on the rules! MORE ANXIETY! I actually made a DVD for a guy in the real estate masters program. He is a doctor who also wants to get a degree in real estate and also wants to host a radio show. I made him a DVD copy of his TV show reel. Little clips of his appearances on the news and on talk shows. It was an interesting watch. He saw my headshot that I keep up in the office and promised that if he gets a radio show that he'll have me on for a segment to "Do my thing." If I see that he got a show I will definitely call that favor in. However I am notoriously bad at calling favors. I once editing a mind numbing video for this photographer. As payment he offered to have big prints made of any of his photos. I had my eye on some kick ass pictures of Steve Martin. I totally flaked on calling that in. I suck. I think I need to be on anti-depressants. Just for the sexual side effects. On that awesome note I will head off to sleep.

LONG WEEKEND. Thankful for that. I managed to get some kind of low level sore throat action which sucks. To make things worse I took some "Night time" sore throat medicine first thing in the morning. It looped me out for most of Sunday. Bad move. On Saturday we trekked out to Park Slope-y area to buy a present for our friends baby shower. The store, RompBklyn, was super cute. They were playing cool ska music and the lady who worked there was entertained by my singing along with all the ska tunes. On Friday night we watched the new Harry Potter flick (thank you internet). used a small video projector and watched it on the wall. It was a little compressed but over all a pretty good watch. Thanksgiving... what can I say about it. My mom was nice enough to make Turkey tacos for me and my brother so that we wouldn't have to endure the traditional meal. She still made the traditional meal for her and Jodi. My mom will be eating that damn bird for weeks on end. Of all the things I don't eat the traditional thanksgiving meal is the one meal which people deem unforgivable to refuse. It doesn't matter that I have never had a satisfactory experience eating it. NEVER. It always tastes flavorless and borning. But what about the gravy? THE GRAVY!?!! All of the offerings in their glazed, gelatinized and smothered forms fill me with resentment and an ache to get away from the table and it's idle banter. Every year is the same, too. The week before Thanksgiving everyone starts talking about the meal. I should learn to shut the fuck up about it. Yes! I am looking forward to the meal. YUMMERS! Instead I say I hate it and then have to explain why and on and on. I personally am developing a theory about the propagation of Thansgiving rituals by the Turkey Barons. It's all just a ploy to line the pockets of the those that profit on the suffering of turkeys! Their jiblets are on your hands! While you get up to your elbows in gore every year in the name of tradition they are lighting their cigars with money born of turkey tears. You sicken me. The only good part of Thanksgiving was that stupid M&M balloon catching on a lamp post and almost killing some kids with that light fixture. So dumb. There, now I sicken you. We're even. By request. Pictures of paintballin'

Busy weekend (2 weeks ago). On Saturday night I was invited to a birthday party of someone I have met only briefly in the past. I got the nod because the party was being held at New York City Paintball and they needed bodies to ensure that we got our own field to play on. The last thing you want to do when you have a paintball party is to have to play with people who live there. I hadn't played paintball since right before Ace was born so I was reallly excited to play. Having played at anytime in the past seemed to mark me as a "Pro". That and the fact that I own my own mask and wore comoflage seemed to intimidate people. We started playing and the first thing that I noticed was that my gun was basically spraying paint instead of paintballs. I got a gun that someone had broken balls in the barrel. Hooray. I still managed to kill some people before I was out. The match was refereed but I would say only in the most uninterested way possible. I shot a guy right in the top of his mask but the ref just didn't see that. Whatever. After the first 3 rounds I was 3-0. However I had managed to go through about 2/3's of my paintballs. Most people had only gone through like 10 paintballs. I guess I believe in the suppression fire theory of paintball. Luckily people were VERY generous with their paintballs. I was give like 4x the amount I should have had. I am just THAT GOOD! The next round started out ok. We won the first match and switched sides. I was having trouble getting my gear ready and was caught off guard as they called "Go Go Go!!!!" I headed out to play and tried to start shooting. I realized that my gun had it's safety on. Fixed that then I tried to fire. But my gun was not firing. I had to re-cock the firing pin then it was working. I peeked out and tried to shoot someone and then it happened. From all the way across the field came a paintball guided by the hand of god straight to my left testicle. With a thwap it struck me. I was in instant knee-buckling agony that spread through my abdomen. Unfortunately I was wasn't out because the paintball didn't break. So as a stood there staggered in plain view I was an easy target for the vultures. I took around 4-5 paintballs to the chest before I was able to signal I was out. I walked gingerly to the safe zone and don't recall if we won or lost. I considered laying down on the field but the concept of reclining on the paintball slick nasty carpet was a little more than I could bear. Once the match was over I decided to limp out and find an ice pack. Everyone was sorry for me as I told them of my predicament and the manager was more than happy to get my some ice for my balls. He even gave me some good advice about using the paintball caddy to cover the jewels. Wise words. I really only missed the last game in that round and since there was 15 minutes between rounds I was up and at'em by the next round. The rest of the night was a lot of fun. I went on to shoot about 5 peoples worth of paintballs and was on the winning team more often than not. Peoples generosity with the paintballs was amazing. After the paintball we all crammed into a line of car services and went to Williamsburg to the Alligator Lounge. It was an interesting place. The drinks werereasonably priced, everyone there was young and pretty and for some reason whenever you order a drink you could get a free 10" pizza. Thats right, Free pizza. Free pizza brought to you for no charge. INCREDBLE. Also the place had a big back room with video games, pool table, young hotties and the grotto. the grotto was a little side booth that was wonderfully dark and romantic. Of course Finn, Alex and I sat in there ensuring no romance could happen. The most popular video game there was the shoot animals game. It was very entertaining to watch the ladies shoot at the animals. They struck the most insane poses and many of them didn't grasp the concept of pumping the shotgun to reload it so they didn't do very well. There was an old Galaga / Ms Pacman machine there, too. It wasn't as popular. I suspect that might have to do with the fact that it was a fucking dolar to play one game. I could not justify dropping 4 quarters to play a game that came out in 1981. I did fantasize that a serious video game junkie might try to grift people so he could keep playingc "Hey I bet you a dollar I can punch you in the face fore you say 'what?'" POW!" "What?" "I told you! Pay up." Thats how I support my Galaga habit which is a FRICKIN DOLLAR to play at Alligator lounge. Nostalgia thy name is rip-off. I was going to go home after the Alligator Lounge but the lure of a house party above Supreme Macaroni Company was stronger than my aching nuts and paint covered nasty hair. It was inn a cool loft/art space and although I didn't really hang out long everyone seemed to be having fun. The highlight for me was that we were ablt to get up on the roof. It reminded me of being a fun milwuakee parties for some reason. Everyone on the roof chilling and checking out the awesome view. I caught a car service home. As usual it was only $10 from Williamsburg home. For some reason a car from my house to Williamsburg is $16 but the reverse is cheaper. I HATE THAT! Last weekend I shot the fugitive chef. It was a lot of fun. We managed to shoot about 80% of the video. It's still pretty rough but I am pretty happy. I hope it will get to screen at Channel 102 in January. The last video I made was reject for screening. That was a rejection I held onto for too long. In the script I have a part where I had to kiss another girl. Thats something I haven't done in a LONG time. So I was really uncomfortable kissing the girl from Gunshow was my on screen love interest. Of course the actual filming was just so retarded that it was not sexual at all. Just ridiculous lip smashing ala Star Trek kisses. It made the camera and soundman bust a gut every take. Watch the rough cut here: Fugitive Chef - Rough Cut

I am unhappy and these are my bullet pointed reasons why: • I am so not happy these days. The work of work has been a grind-o-rama. The people I serve are retards. We've had all sorts of dumbass people keep equipment way overdue. Professors losing their shit when they can't get equipment. A student from another deptartment steal a video camera. We still haven't gotten it back. They keep piling lectures on at the last minute and all the lectureres have been having these wacky needs. Overflow seating. OMG! Famous old architects!!1 • I haven't done any improv in well over a month or at least thats how it feels. The last improv I did sucked to the Nth degree. Feeling a general malaise about the whole thing. I think I need to take a class or something. But I would like to take a class with people I know to some degree. • My rear wheel has a broken and a bent spoke. I decided to buy a new wheel but I dragged my feet and now I probably missed the last decent week of riding left in the year. • I ate a Spinach Roll from the place I always buy pizza from. Now it feels like someone left a prosthetic leg in my colon after they spent the day kicking me in the ass with it. • I have been stuck on this one level of the warriors for the xBox for 2 days. It's fucking hard! • Thanksgiving is coming and I fucking hate Thanksgiving. Specifically for the meal. I know that hating the Thanksgiving meal makes me a pariah but whatever. I don't enjoy it. I understand the whole concept of the getting together and giving thanks for what you have but somehow it brings out the worst in me. You can't force me to be thankful for shit, motherfucker. I just found out that they are going to call this crumb bum kid who stole the video camera and threaten to arrange for his arrest. Good deal. Now it's time for me to head home on my nightmare train ride. It's been fine lately but this spinach roll is going to make a nightmare.