Monday, August 25, 2003

hah. i think i HELLA overexaggerated on the "half a million words of written work this semester" statement. i believe the correct amount is somewhere around 50,000 words? next time, i should probably calculate my "educated guesses." but anyway. in other news... is doing well, i've almost got the original roster back up, sans one annoying little bugger that goes by the name of Timo. i offered, and saved him space, but being the 14-15 year old walking-wedgie that he is, has neglected it, as well as my advice. that, my friends is the best way to piss me off, if ANY. ignoring my good graces is a one way trip to WRATH OF ROD (3WW, Sorcery. Destroy all pre-pubescent, cack-a-roach fucks and their promised webhostage.)
the five barons of FUNK met up friday night at lai wah, and we discussed our "business" trip to san diego next year. from the book, merch, hotel, to the proposed las vegas trip right after SDCC, we are slowlying planning out the first big step. i'm not so sure if the five of us can still be called "sQuiD" seeing as how we haven't completed a thing in the name of squid since...we graduated high school. ron even said it himself, saying something like we're more like a loosely connected alliance. a CONFEDERATION. true, we are nowhere near the size of a real confederacy, but its a catchy label. i'll probably refer to us as the CONFEDs from now on.
other than a few little timos slowing the pace, business is going well. i've still got alpha's website to work on, but i can get that done in no time. i just wish i could get a bit of commission for work from time to time. eh.

now, onto the "pleasure" part of this update.
friday was a cool little kick-it day, where the likes of Leo and Brian Tillo made quick cameos. hell, my padawan learner (Leo) even hooked Jaime and I with some smokes and lighters that he stole from work. good job. Ryan (Rai) needed to get his severance pay from the club, so we scooted over there to fetch it, and lo & behold, we meet Adam MacDonald there. after Adam MacD got off work, he said he'd meet us at in n out for lunch. rai, jai, and i (ahhh shit. FUNKadelic) then went to the comic shop to check out stuff, and poompoppow, we ran into Jim Shepherd. we hadn't seen Jimbo since we bumped into him at SDCC, and it was good to see that he was working at cards and comics now. i told him about the artRIOT ( project, and he seemed down to participate in it.
it's funny. ryan, who knows full well about the artRIOT project and is supposed to be co-spearheading it with me and Amador, would usually meet a cool artist friend of ours and tell them about the gig, yet he would refer them to me for the full explanation.
anyways, after the comics store, we met Adam "Big Soft" MacDonald at in n out around the way, chilled, laughed, and had a good time there. i dont want to sound too mushy, but i miss the guy; he's one of my favorite former co-worker at LCRC. when we were done at in n out, we rolled out to borders to chill some more. we kicked it for the most part, didnt get much done, but eh. while there, ryan then found Daryl Watson there, and told him about artRIOT, and referred him to me for the skinny of the project. hah. Daryl and i talked biznass, mostly comic book industry related stuff. we told him about the book we were going to publish, and he gave us some words of advice, and even elaborated about his future plans of self-publication. grooviness.
the day ended with dinner at lai wah, as previously mentioned.

saturday, was a bit of a jumbled day. i THINK i chilled at home until 9pm, i dont remember. the events that occured after 9pm was reason enough for me to forget the mundane details of the day. we were supposed to go to oakland that morning, but instead the trip was cancelled. eh. ok, here's the deal: it was Elissa's 21st b-day party that night, but the plan had not gone as originally planned; the house that was to be the party location was unavailable, many invitees bailed, the party was moved to ex-boyfriend James' place. James bails early for a rave, the party is transferred to Jen Fong's house. 11:30pm. the party arrives at Jen's. Alex calls, Rai goes with me to pick him up for the party. plenty of Kaligula-esque escapades ensue after we return. i call up Diana, she rolls by, joy is me. Rai no feel good, a quandary arrives. problem resolved, Rai gets home later than normally allowed, and so do i. in the graces of near-strangers, i return home to crash. time is: 4:45am.

sunday, i wake up at 3pm. we missed church. Rai is on lockdown, i'm told. Jaime and Alex are still at Jen's asking me when i'll roll by. i finish homework. Orlando tells me he's rollin over to Jen's. i get ready and drop by. a cute girl is there, and it's not jen. oh well. we play tekken 4. i once again realize why i hate tekken. a small jam session with guitars happens. Rob rocks it on the acoustic. cute girl plays bass. Orlando leaves, we (Jaime, Alex, and i) follow. instead of the drop-off, we meet up at Alex's and chill for a bit. from Alex's, the four of us head over to a vietnamese/chinese restaurant for dinner, orlando's treat. conversation ranges from the plague of women, to biznass. after dinner, we head back, and get to meet Alex's roomie Liz. we watch the movie Go, and then go home. after Jaime's drop-off, i drop by Amador's place to pick up the illustrations he wants me to tone. i kick it for a bit, we catch up on how he got fired recently, among other things. he tells me about house of 1000 corpses, and i borrow it from him. come home. typed this up. yay.

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