Dear Girl,
I apologize for such a cold address, but I never caught your name. It could be, perhaps, because I never asked for it, but let's pretend that I did and it was too hard for you to get through due to your inability to process simple concepts. I say this, not from a sense of entitled prejudice against blonde high schoolers, rather the actions – your actions – as I observed this evening.
Here's a tip: When you walk up to the backdoor of the apartment building's gym and the door doesn't open, because it is an exit-only door, might I suggest you walk the thirty feet to the other side of the room and enter through the front door, which is not only open, but is conveniently located at the front of the gym? I understand that you may have felt that your idea, repeatedly tapping on the glass until I, the only other person in the gym, got off of my stationary bike and walked over to the door to let you in, was a fantastic plan worthy of the patent office, however, I feel that under proper scrutiny, my proposal holds more water.
I write this letter not to judge, reprimand, or belittle you. Rather, I write this to bemoan your offspring. For, as we've all learned from the Theory of Evolution (also known as "Darwin's Magic Joke Book" at your local Pentecostal bookstore) your brood is likely to suffer in the "natural selection" lottery as they will, more than likely, die off in freak hammer-to-head and let's-see-how-long-I-can-poke-this-rabid-hyena accidents.
For them, I am truly sorry. For you, I am only slightly annoyed.
Well, I suppose not slightly. I am writing this letter after all.
Well-played, idiot girl. It appears that you, truly, have won.
Cody Melcher
(the guy on the stationary bike on the other side of the gym whom was watching a tv show on his phone and was thus able to pretend that he couldn't hear you for five minutes while you continued to stand there tapping on the glass with one finger as if the other door weren't plainly visible)
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Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Update on Life
Hey Folks,
Things have been hectic (not exactly in a positive way), but this sudden maelstrom has brought about order from chaos, and as I piece things back together, I'm slowly gaining more control and understand about things around me. One thing, specifically:
I am going to save over $1,000 a year just by cancelling my cable. "How?" You ask. Here's how:
My case for leaving traditional Television: Cost of cable $100/mo Cost of iTunes TV show Season Pass: $30-$40/30 min or $40-$60/hr (Standard Def - HD). Cost of cable over average TV Season: $800-$1,000. Equal to 26-33 Half Hour & 20-25 Hour TV Shows. Considering I usually only TiVO/watch about 10 shows, (rough estimate of 6 half hour and 4 hour) I save $460-$660 a year (not incl. 2 mos outside normal TV season). On top of monetary savings, also gain mobility (Laptop, iPhone, iPad, Apple TV) as well as ownership of the TV Season (no need to purchase DVD after, i.e. savings now doubled). Not even including saving $13/mo on TiVo, which adds $104-$130 a season to savings. All-in-all, saving $790-$1,016 a year (not including a savings of $410 not purchasing DVDs of iTunes-purchased shows). I think the numbers speak for themselves. Sorry, Time Warner. Oh, and saving $25 a mo cancelling my Home Phone I never use. That's another $300/yr.
Things have been hectic (not exactly in a positive way), but this sudden maelstrom has brought about order from chaos, and as I piece things back together, I'm slowly gaining more control and understand about things around me. One thing, specifically:
I am going to save over $1,000 a year just by cancelling my cable. "How?" You ask. Here's how:
My case for leaving traditional Television: Cost of cable $100/mo Cost of iTunes TV show Season Pass: $30-$40/30 min or $40-$60/hr (Standard Def - HD). Cost of cable over average TV Season: $800-$1,000. Equal to 26-33 Half Hour & 20-25 Hour TV Shows. Considering I usually only TiVO/watch about 10 shows, (rough estimate of 6 half hour and 4 hour) I save $460-$660 a year (not incl. 2 mos outside normal TV season). On top of monetary savings, also gain mobility (Laptop, iPhone, iPad, Apple TV) as well as ownership of the TV Season (no need to purchase DVD after, i.e. savings now doubled). Not even including saving $13/mo on TiVo, which adds $104-$130 a season to savings. All-in-all, saving $790-$1,016 a year (not including a savings of $410 not purchasing DVDs of iTunes-purchased shows). I think the numbers speak for themselves. Sorry, Time Warner. Oh, and saving $25 a mo cancelling my Home Phone I never use. That's another $300/yr.
Friday, May 28, 2010
California Dreamin' (Part IV)
Hey Folks,
So, sorry for the delay in posting. The first few days it was due to lack of adventure and excitement, then it got busy. Well, I'm finally settling in, starting to get to know people, and it's becoming a little bearable out here. I had a day of weakness where I felt bored and tired of this whole LA game, but I'm giving it another shot.
On that day, I worked and attended a panel of television and web television executives and writers who basically had one consensus: "Don't bother getting into TV. You'll work your ass off for nothing and then the medium will die anyway." So, that was a lovely way to start off my time trying to get into TV in LA. Though I understand, and partially agree, with where they're coming from, my plans don't exactly take me down that same route, so I'm trying to keep my spirits alive.
Speaking of spirits alive, the one really awesome and amazing thing that I've been able to be a part of is the Magic Castle out here in LA.
The Magic Castle is a dinner and show club for magicians and their associates to go out and have some drinks, enjoy the company of other magicians, and see a few shows that rotate in and out of the club. I recently became a Magician Member of the Castle, due to my work in magic when I was younger. Last night, I went with my friend Samantha and, after enjoying a lovely meal, she and I went to the main showroom and got to see a childhood favorite of mine, Lamb Chop, with her creator's daughter, Mallory Lewis. It was a funny show, very vaudevillian in style with jokes intertwined with musical numbers, and I was impressed by her abilities. She wasn't as good at looking like she wasn't talking as her mother was, but she had much more variety to her act, being able to have both of them talk at the same time, singing, etc. It was great fun, and a real treat to see Lamb Chop live.
One of the acts along with Lamb Chop was a British card magician who was amazing. He was quick, witty, and brilliant with his act. One of the greatest card acts I'd ever seen. He, single-handedly, got me back into card magic, and so I've added that to my list of "To Do" while in LA this summer, now making the list:
1. Get in shape
2. Start painting again (I need a relaxing hobby)
3. Finish out my Netflix instant watch (it's gotten huge)
4. Write a novel (well, this is more for by the end of the year)
5. Narrow-down career options (easier said than done)
6. Relearn magic and become better at it (if only to impress people at bars)
So, this is already looking like an exciting summer ahead. I only hope I actually stick to all (or most) of this and don't wuss out like I sometimes do. I'll keep you updated. In the meantime, Labor Day weekend's coming up. I hear some people are going to the beach, I might tag along. What are you going to be doing?
le grá,
Cody
So, sorry for the delay in posting. The first few days it was due to lack of adventure and excitement, then it got busy. Well, I'm finally settling in, starting to get to know people, and it's becoming a little bearable out here. I had a day of weakness where I felt bored and tired of this whole LA game, but I'm giving it another shot.
On that day, I worked and attended a panel of television and web television executives and writers who basically had one consensus: "Don't bother getting into TV. You'll work your ass off for nothing and then the medium will die anyway." So, that was a lovely way to start off my time trying to get into TV in LA. Though I understand, and partially agree, with where they're coming from, my plans don't exactly take me down that same route, so I'm trying to keep my spirits alive.
Speaking of spirits alive, the one really awesome and amazing thing that I've been able to be a part of is the Magic Castle out here in LA.
The Magic Castle is a dinner and show club for magicians and their associates to go out and have some drinks, enjoy the company of other magicians, and see a few shows that rotate in and out of the club. I recently became a Magician Member of the Castle, due to my work in magic when I was younger. Last night, I went with my friend Samantha and, after enjoying a lovely meal, she and I went to the main showroom and got to see a childhood favorite of mine, Lamb Chop, with her creator's daughter, Mallory Lewis. It was a funny show, very vaudevillian in style with jokes intertwined with musical numbers, and I was impressed by her abilities. She wasn't as good at looking like she wasn't talking as her mother was, but she had much more variety to her act, being able to have both of them talk at the same time, singing, etc. It was great fun, and a real treat to see Lamb Chop live.
One of the acts along with Lamb Chop was a British card magician who was amazing. He was quick, witty, and brilliant with his act. One of the greatest card acts I'd ever seen. He, single-handedly, got me back into card magic, and so I've added that to my list of "To Do" while in LA this summer, now making the list:
1. Get in shape
2. Start painting again (I need a relaxing hobby)
3. Finish out my Netflix instant watch (it's gotten huge)
4. Write a novel (well, this is more for by the end of the year)
5. Narrow-down career options (easier said than done)
6. Relearn magic and become better at it (if only to impress people at bars)
So, this is already looking like an exciting summer ahead. I only hope I actually stick to all (or most) of this and don't wuss out like I sometimes do. I'll keep you updated. In the meantime, Labor Day weekend's coming up. I hear some people are going to the beach, I might tag along. What are you going to be doing?
le grá,
Cody
Sunday, May 23, 2010
California Dreamin' (Part III)
Hey Folks,
So today was a pretty slow day. I woke up pretty early and just watched some TV, then I decided to get up and read my little "welcome to your apartment" packet. In it, I found out some pretty interesting things, like how to do laundry, where the nearest shops are, oh, and that I have asbestos in my ceiling.
For those of you unfamiliar with asbestos, according to the little "welcome" packet: "asbestos is a chemical known to the state of California to cause cancer." That's right. And it's in my ceiling. It also tells me that if I accidentally start knocking stuff off the ceiling that I need to tell them. The problem is, while moving in yesterday, I was putting stuff away in the built-in cupboard and brushed a bunch of the ceiling off with some pillows I was shoving into the top shelf. So, I walk over to the office to inform them of my imminent demise and see if it's possible for me to get a discount on my room if I'm to die partway through my stay. The guy at the front desk tells me that I should be fine as long as I don't poke actual holes into my ceiling or... and get this... I don't eat any of the little chips from the ceiling. As if I, a grown ass adult, would go "What are these, paint chips? Well, don't mind if I just try one for a little snack. Oooh, it tastes like cancer. Delicious." Who does he think I am, Ralph Wiggum?
Anyway, so, I spent the rest of the day sort of wandering around the complex, enjoying the weather in Los Angeles (warm, but with a gentle breeze, as opposed to Austin's stale with a gentle microwave). Then, I wasted away the rest of the day watching Mean Girls on TBS, Facebook stalking people, and trying to force myself to write an overdue script. All-in-all, could have been more productive, but it's the summer, so screw me.
That's pretty much all for today, it was slow and relatively boring, and sadly tomorrow will be as well. I don't actually start doing stuff until Monday when I meet with the personal trainer to find out how sexy I'll become and then go on a few studio tours. However, I'll leave you with this passing point of interest:
Yesterday, as I exited the freeway to get to my apartment, I passed a Junior Achievement center. What this is is a group that basically gets professionals and connects them with kids in schools to teach them about the business world as a way of preparing them. Sort of reversing the "take your child to work" system, and bringing work to the kids. However, what was odd about this Junior Achievement center was that it was located in an isolated area off the freeway, on its own side street, away from everything else except: a mortuary and cemetery. That's right, this center that's supposed to help inspire children to great heights in their futures is, literally, surrounded by death. What a great motivator. "Alright, Billy, you wanna succeed in life or do you wanna end up like one of them?! Dead?! No, no apple juice! Juice is for closers!"
Well, goodnight folks, hope you enjoyed your Saturday.
le grá,
Cody
So today was a pretty slow day. I woke up pretty early and just watched some TV, then I decided to get up and read my little "welcome to your apartment" packet. In it, I found out some pretty interesting things, like how to do laundry, where the nearest shops are, oh, and that I have asbestos in my ceiling.
For those of you unfamiliar with asbestos, according to the little "welcome" packet: "asbestos is a chemical known to the state of California to cause cancer." That's right. And it's in my ceiling. It also tells me that if I accidentally start knocking stuff off the ceiling that I need to tell them. The problem is, while moving in yesterday, I was putting stuff away in the built-in cupboard and brushed a bunch of the ceiling off with some pillows I was shoving into the top shelf. So, I walk over to the office to inform them of my imminent demise and see if it's possible for me to get a discount on my room if I'm to die partway through my stay. The guy at the front desk tells me that I should be fine as long as I don't poke actual holes into my ceiling or... and get this... I don't eat any of the little chips from the ceiling. As if I, a grown ass adult, would go "What are these, paint chips? Well, don't mind if I just try one for a little snack. Oooh, it tastes like cancer. Delicious." Who does he think I am, Ralph Wiggum?
Anyway, so, I spent the rest of the day sort of wandering around the complex, enjoying the weather in Los Angeles (warm, but with a gentle breeze, as opposed to Austin's stale with a gentle microwave). Then, I wasted away the rest of the day watching Mean Girls on TBS, Facebook stalking people, and trying to force myself to write an overdue script. All-in-all, could have been more productive, but it's the summer, so screw me.
That's pretty much all for today, it was slow and relatively boring, and sadly tomorrow will be as well. I don't actually start doing stuff until Monday when I meet with the personal trainer to find out how sexy I'll become and then go on a few studio tours. However, I'll leave you with this passing point of interest:
Yesterday, as I exited the freeway to get to my apartment, I passed a Junior Achievement center. What this is is a group that basically gets professionals and connects them with kids in schools to teach them about the business world as a way of preparing them. Sort of reversing the "take your child to work" system, and bringing work to the kids. However, what was odd about this Junior Achievement center was that it was located in an isolated area off the freeway, on its own side street, away from everything else except: a mortuary and cemetery. That's right, this center that's supposed to help inspire children to great heights in their futures is, literally, surrounded by death. What a great motivator. "Alright, Billy, you wanna succeed in life or do you wanna end up like one of them?! Dead?! No, no apple juice! Juice is for closers!"
Well, goodnight folks, hope you enjoyed your Saturday.
le grá,
Cody
Friday, May 21, 2010
California Dreamin' (Part II)
Hey Folks,
So, I finally made it over and moved into my apartment, and I have to say, the complex itself is actually pretty nice. It's literally (and I mean literally) across the street from the Warner Brothers studio. If I had a better view (and not of the grassy area where everyone takes their dogs out) I could see the iconic water tower. The complex has two gyms, two pools, two sets of tennis and volleyball courts, laundry a convenience store on premises, everything I could really need. They even have personal trainers, which I may take advantage of when I get my work schedule, as one of my main goals for this summer is to get in shape.
While the complex is nice, however, the apartment leaves one to want... well, more the interior decoration does. Everything is wood with grey/dark green/brown tones. The couch looks like a less exciting houndstooth and even the lamp is grey/brown. The only two pictures in the main room are a large one over the couch of sundown behind a wooded area with large birds (pelicans?) flying by and another smaller one on the adjacent wall of a... cowboy. Yes, a cowboy on a horse in front of a half-dead tree. The decor of the apartment makes me feel like I'm staying in a roadside lodge outside of Dallas more than in the middle of Burbank, California. I tried my best to add some color, but the blandness of the room seems to suck it all away... we'll see if I can change that as I live here over the next two months. At least there's not a picture of something/somebody staring at me.
The other odd part of the apartment is my bed. It's a studio apartment, one room (aside from the bathroom) but the bed is a murphy bed. For those unfamiliar with the 1960s/70s, a murphy bed is a bed that you pull out of the wall. Now, while most murphy beds go up into the wall and then have doors that you close on it to make it appear to be a closet, my decorator decided to, instead, slap a giant Queen-sized mirror on the bottom of it, making the bed both surprising and heavy. I can see what they tried to do. By having a mirror there, you're basically doubling the size of a relatively size apartment (in appearance). It makes the room look larger and has the added bonus of giving you a full-length mirror.
The downsides of this mirror are two: First of all, the weight of the bed does not allow it to be closed up into the wall entirely, meaning that the top sort of leans forward a bit. Because of this, the mirror is tilted down and creates this freaky sideshow effect of making you appear shorter in it. It's a little off-putting. Even more off-putting is the fact that positioned immediately opposite of the mirror when the bed is up, is the couch. And next to the bottom of the bed/mirror is the television. Meaning that while you're sitting on the couch watching television, out of the corner of your eye is a reflection of you sitting on the couch watching television. And let me tell you, it's unnerving. I have yet to have guests over, but I know this would become one of those things where you start talking to them THROUGH the mirror and never actually turn to look at each other. I thank God my apartment at home isn't set up this way or dating would be impossible, nonetheless real social interaction of any kind.
But, all in all, the place is very nice. Much better than I was expecting. I'm sure I'll update with some more things about it, but you've read enough about it for now. Hope you all are enjoying your summers.
le grá,
Cody
So, I finally made it over and moved into my apartment, and I have to say, the complex itself is actually pretty nice. It's literally (and I mean literally) across the street from the Warner Brothers studio. If I had a better view (and not of the grassy area where everyone takes their dogs out) I could see the iconic water tower. The complex has two gyms, two pools, two sets of tennis and volleyball courts, laundry a convenience store on premises, everything I could really need. They even have personal trainers, which I may take advantage of when I get my work schedule, as one of my main goals for this summer is to get in shape.
While the complex is nice, however, the apartment leaves one to want... well, more the interior decoration does. Everything is wood with grey/dark green/brown tones. The couch looks like a less exciting houndstooth and even the lamp is grey/brown. The only two pictures in the main room are a large one over the couch of sundown behind a wooded area with large birds (pelicans?) flying by and another smaller one on the adjacent wall of a... cowboy. Yes, a cowboy on a horse in front of a half-dead tree. The decor of the apartment makes me feel like I'm staying in a roadside lodge outside of Dallas more than in the middle of Burbank, California. I tried my best to add some color, but the blandness of the room seems to suck it all away... we'll see if I can change that as I live here over the next two months. At least there's not a picture of something/somebody staring at me.
The other odd part of the apartment is my bed. It's a studio apartment, one room (aside from the bathroom) but the bed is a murphy bed. For those unfamiliar with the 1960s/70s, a murphy bed is a bed that you pull out of the wall. Now, while most murphy beds go up into the wall and then have doors that you close on it to make it appear to be a closet, my decorator decided to, instead, slap a giant Queen-sized mirror on the bottom of it, making the bed both surprising and heavy. I can see what they tried to do. By having a mirror there, you're basically doubling the size of a relatively size apartment (in appearance). It makes the room look larger and has the added bonus of giving you a full-length mirror.
The downsides of this mirror are two: First of all, the weight of the bed does not allow it to be closed up into the wall entirely, meaning that the top sort of leans forward a bit. Because of this, the mirror is tilted down and creates this freaky sideshow effect of making you appear shorter in it. It's a little off-putting. Even more off-putting is the fact that positioned immediately opposite of the mirror when the bed is up, is the couch. And next to the bottom of the bed/mirror is the television. Meaning that while you're sitting on the couch watching television, out of the corner of your eye is a reflection of you sitting on the couch watching television. And let me tell you, it's unnerving. I have yet to have guests over, but I know this would become one of those things where you start talking to them THROUGH the mirror and never actually turn to look at each other. I thank God my apartment at home isn't set up this way or dating would be impossible, nonetheless real social interaction of any kind.
But, all in all, the place is very nice. Much better than I was expecting. I'm sure I'll update with some more things about it, but you've read enough about it for now. Hope you all are enjoying your summers.
le grá,
Cody
California, Here I Come (Part I in the California Dreamin' Cycle)
Hey Folks,
I swear, I'm still alive, and I hope this is enough proof. So, this last semester got away from me and I became far too busy. This summer won't be different, I'm working at a television festival... in Los Angeles. I'll do my best to update throughout the summer, if only to burn some steam from working, and to update friends and family so I don't have to talk to you all individually (it's tiring).
How did I get to Los Angeles, you ask? I drove. Over 1600 miles in two days, actually. For those of you who don't follow me on Twitter (twitter.com/EccentricGent), I leave you with the details of my trip in digestible 140 character blurbs. Enjoy and talk to you soon.
California, here I come.
Only 8 hours 'til New Mexico. We'll see how "new" it really is.
I hope I remembered to pack underwear. That could get awkward.
Oh no! It's the Marshall! I hope that he does not know it is I, Codido!
Almost in Abilene. I'm sure they'll appreciate me stopping by. I doubt they get many visitors... on purpose.
So this is Abilene... These poor, poor Abilenians. So sad.
Wow, standstill traffic in ABILENE?! There better be a big effing wreck at the end of this. Like, I expect bodies to be littering the road.
Nope, there's only one lane on the highway and we're ALL behind a street cleaner... Seriously Abilene? This is why nobody likes you.
We're going so slow, a bird seriously just landed on my hood.
Finally out of Abilene! Next stop: Lubbock... That should be slightly less crappy.
School's out for summer! http://twitpic.com/1p72ok
For those of you worried about my map-reading skills, we have Chekhov at Nav. http://twitpic.com/1p744w
Windmills! Come, Sancho! We ride!
Proof of giants! http://twitpic.com/1p79jf
Almost ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere! Pulled into a gas station in Post, TX just as it hit E. What a "charming" town this is...
Beggars can't be choosers.
The gas station that saved my life. Why yes, it did have roaches. http://twitpic.com/1p7s2h
Oh, hello Lubbock. Fancy seeing you here.
Lubbock has an airport? And it's international? Hnh, go figure.
I am now in a city literally named New Deal. FDR would be proud.
Now I'm in Happy, TX. And, no, I'm not.
Now in Amarillo... There's a dangerous lack of yellow here.
Stopping off at Whataburger before I leave Texas.
Oh God... I'm passing a meat plant...
Damn, I could win a Congressional Medal of Honor for all of the insects I've killed with my windshield today.
Goodbye Texas, I hardly knew ye.
Hello "New" Mexico. The sun is already brighter.
Driving long distance is a good metaphor for life. At the beginning, you're excited to get out & explore, Midway through you're an old pro, And towards the end you just want to get it over with.
Holy crap! I just passed the burned out shell of an 18 Wheeler.
Passing over Santa Rosa for Albuquerque. I can go the distance!
13 hours later, I am in Albuquerque, NM for the night. Thank you all for putting up with me. Sorry for the flood.
Got to sleep at 2:30, then some asshole called my hotel room at 4AM. Oh well, off to California!
"Strong winds may exist." Well, I suppose it's possible.
Goodbye "New" Mexico. I've seen newer Mexicos.
Hello Arizona. I have no jokes about your name, but I see you don't allow parking. http://twitpic.com/1pfukc
Being from Texas, you'd think I wouldn't be thrown off by a lane specifically for vehicles with livestock. You'd be wrong.
How bored am I? I just considered getting off the highway to see "The World's Largest Petrified Tree"
Quick stop in Flagstaff (and I mean quick. Have you seen Flagstaff?) and now I'm back on the road.
Just went from 80 to 45. It feels like time has stopped.
CALIFORNIA
Made it. In two days. Mark it, Dude.
My hotel room has a balcony door, but no balcony. Are they trying to tell me something?
I swear, I'm still alive, and I hope this is enough proof. So, this last semester got away from me and I became far too busy. This summer won't be different, I'm working at a television festival... in Los Angeles. I'll do my best to update throughout the summer, if only to burn some steam from working, and to update friends and family so I don't have to talk to you all individually (it's tiring).
How did I get to Los Angeles, you ask? I drove. Over 1600 miles in two days, actually. For those of you who don't follow me on Twitter (twitter.com/EccentricGent), I leave you with the details of my trip in digestible 140 character blurbs. Enjoy and talk to you soon.
California, here I come.
Only 8 hours 'til New Mexico. We'll see how "new" it really is.
I hope I remembered to pack underwear. That could get awkward.
Oh no! It's the Marshall! I hope that he does not know it is I, Codido!
Almost in Abilene. I'm sure they'll appreciate me stopping by. I doubt they get many visitors... on purpose.
So this is Abilene... These poor, poor Abilenians. So sad.
Wow, standstill traffic in ABILENE?! There better be a big effing wreck at the end of this. Like, I expect bodies to be littering the road.
Nope, there's only one lane on the highway and we're ALL behind a street cleaner... Seriously Abilene? This is why nobody likes you.
We're going so slow, a bird seriously just landed on my hood.
Finally out of Abilene! Next stop: Lubbock... That should be slightly less crappy.
School's out for summer! http://twitpic.com/1p72ok
For those of you worried about my map-reading skills, we have Chekhov at Nav. http://twitpic.com/1p744w
Windmills! Come, Sancho! We ride!
Proof of giants! http://twitpic.com/1p79jf
Almost ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere! Pulled into a gas station in Post, TX just as it hit E. What a "charming" town this is...
Beggars can't be choosers.
The gas station that saved my life. Why yes, it did have roaches. http://twitpic.com/1p7s2h
Oh, hello Lubbock. Fancy seeing you here.
Lubbock has an airport? And it's international? Hnh, go figure.
I am now in a city literally named New Deal. FDR would be proud.
Now I'm in Happy, TX. And, no, I'm not.
Now in Amarillo... There's a dangerous lack of yellow here.
Stopping off at Whataburger before I leave Texas.
Oh God... I'm passing a meat plant...
Damn, I could win a Congressional Medal of Honor for all of the insects I've killed with my windshield today.
Goodbye Texas, I hardly knew ye.
Hello "New" Mexico. The sun is already brighter.
Driving long distance is a good metaphor for life. At the beginning, you're excited to get out & explore, Midway through you're an old pro, And towards the end you just want to get it over with.
Holy crap! I just passed the burned out shell of an 18 Wheeler.
Passing over Santa Rosa for Albuquerque. I can go the distance!
13 hours later, I am in Albuquerque, NM for the night. Thank you all for putting up with me. Sorry for the flood.
Got to sleep at 2:30, then some asshole called my hotel room at 4AM. Oh well, off to California!
"Strong winds may exist." Well, I suppose it's possible.
Goodbye "New" Mexico. I've seen newer Mexicos.
Hello Arizona. I have no jokes about your name, but I see you don't allow parking. http://twitpic.com/1pfukc
Being from Texas, you'd think I wouldn't be thrown off by a lane specifically for vehicles with livestock. You'd be wrong.
How bored am I? I just considered getting off the highway to see "The World's Largest Petrified Tree"
Quick stop in Flagstaff (and I mean quick. Have you seen Flagstaff?) and now I'm back on the road.
Just went from 80 to 45. It feels like time has stopped.
CALIFORNIA
Made it. In two days. Mark it, Dude.
My hotel room has a balcony door, but no balcony. Are they trying to tell me something?
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