I am so fucking sick of war, why can't it stop, and why can't we all just fucking realize we're human beings and have to live with each other no matter what? The only way we're going to advance and evolve as a species is if we learn from each other and fix our mistakes and remember the past so we don't repeat it. Enough death and disease please. O.K. I know we can't stop the disease because it's an organic part of the circle of life, but if people weren't killing each other on a daily basis, disease wouldn't seem like such a bad thing. It'd be like: "O.K. people are dying of the Asian bird flu, but at least they're not getting FUCKING SHOT EVERY DAY BY OTHER PEOPLE WITH GUN AND KNIVES." God damn it I am so tired of everythng I just want to go to sleep and wake up in a world where none of this happens. We're doomed to destroy ourselves. I respect people who realize this but it's a grim fucking outcome, you know?! I may be lazy and everything but at least I'M NOT A KILLER AND A RAPIST AND INTOLERANT AND ARROGANT AND RICH AND FAMOUS AND SPITEFUL AND VINDICTIVE AND FRAIL AND STUPID. I don't hate gay people or black people or anything like that. Say what the fuck you want but at least I'm better than you. I FUCKING PARK MY GOD DAMNED FUCKING SHOPPING CART IN THE STALL PROVIDED AS OPPOSED TO LEAVING IT IN THE MIDDLE OF A SPACE WHERE SOMEONE ELSE MAY NEED TO PARK! I CLEAN THE LINT SCREEN IN MY DRYER MACHINE INSTEAD OF LEAVING IT THERE BECAUSE I'M LAZY! FUCK YOU! I RENOUNCE THE GYM, I RENOUNCE A HEALTHY DIET! IT'S ALL A DISTRACTION FROM THE TRUE MEANING OF LIFE WHICH IS TO MAKE YOUR LIFE DEDICATED TO OTHER PEOPLE!

GO AWAY

Know what'd be the coolest thing? An episode of "The Young Ones," re-made, starring the members of Tool. I'd pay to see that. I wish I were friends with them. I'd ask them to do it. Aw, man, that'd be great.

Adam: You mean, you, like, scored with a chick?
Maynard: Well, of course, I wouldn't put it in such sexist terms, Adam, but yes.
Justin: Now, wait a minute, Maynard. I'm the one who gets the girls around here. There could be a copyright problem.
Danny: I don't understand. How? Was she unconscious?
Maynard: What, Danny? Do I detect a little spark of jealousy?
Danny: Ha! I'm not jealous. I find the idea of spending a night with you completely revolting!
Maynard: You know perfectly well what I mean. Just because I was the most wanted and attractive guy at the party last night...
Adam: What do you mean, Maynard? You passed out after half a glass of cider.
Maynard: Did I? Blimey, that's a bit anarchic! Anyway, it just goes to show you, Adam. Even when I'm unconscious, I can pick up the birds.

Danny: That's a friend of mine named Adam, that's a friend of mine named Justin, and that's a complete bastard I know named Maynard.
Maynard: He's just joking, Mrs. Carey, we're actually terrific friends.
Mrs. Carey: Ooh, he is a bastard, isn't he?

Justin: Adam, it's very rare that you interest me but today you have. Why do you keep coming down here with a cake and saying surprise?
Adam: It's my birthday.
Justin: Now you knew that anyway and we don't care, so where's the surprise?
Adam: Well, I baked a cake.
Justin: A cake. Can a cake dance? Can a cake get you drunk? Will a cake let you put your hand up its jumper?

Danny: You have to write in ten words what Cornflakes mean to you. So I wrote: Cornflakes. Cornflakes. Cornflakes, Cornflakes, Cornflakes. Cornflakes, Cornflakes, Cornflakes, Cornflakes.
Maynard: Pathetic. You'll never win, you know.
Danny: Why not?
Maynard: That's only nine words.
Danny: Oh yeah...[writing] Cornflakes.

I never realized how attached I was to my iPod until I sent it off for repairs. It's been like two weeks now. I want it back. I've resorted to listening to CDs in my car again.

All this complicated depressing mush coursing through my head that just needs to be vented, and I choose to talk about my iPod. Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha.

"Good Night, and Good Luck."

Teeth are getting better.

I can be mobile, even go outside without feeling sick.

My only problem now is restlessness.

I crave real food, but I still have to eat my quesadillas with a fork and knife in little tiny bites.

I have never wanted candy more than I have this week.

Upon healing, I will have:
A cheese pizza (either large Papa John's, or stuffed crust from Pizza Hut)
McDonald's french fries and barbeque sauce
Nice big veggie Subway sandwich

Mmmmmmmmmm.

Officially this is the worst week of my life so far. On Monday morning I had my wisdom teeth out. Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch. Fucking ouch. The vicadin's not so bad, but it turns out I AM allergic to pencillin (not the opposite which I had previously been privy of). Appetite comes and goes. I like eating chocolate shakes with a spoon. I like swishing warm water with salt in. I like to sleep and watch movies. I hate that feeling like you have to throw up but you can't. The assholes at Suncoast won't even give my reserved copy of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" to my girlfriend. I wanna watch it, damn it.

I haven't even had time to revel in the fact that my five cavities were filled. My mouth is swollen. I can feel the stitches with my tongue. I haven't brushed my teeth or showered since Monday morning. This is the first time I've sat upright for an extended period of time, and I feel sick.

But why am I telling YOU all this? You know. You've probably had your wisdom teeth out. And you can gloat because it's over for you. Yeah, why am I bothering. Happens to everyone. Better go then. Wouldn't want to waste your time.

I'm going to sleep.

Someone please wake me when the new Pearl Jam record comes out.

I had a dream last night about Froot Loops.

So this morning I bought Froot Loops, and I am at this very moment eating a heaping bowl full, hoping that my dream was pointing me in the direction of some greater answer or explanation, one that awaits me at the bottom of this bowl of sugared (but 1/3 less, or so the box says) cereal.

So far, nothing.

But maybe it's more meaningful than I think.

I just came up with a great anti-Napoleon Dynamite sticker. If the fans get to shove it down our throats, why shouldn't the people who dislike the movie have the same opportunities?

I've been thinking of more. How do I get them made?

How do they pick the directors for the Harry Potter movies?

Sorting hat?

I wanna do one.

Please?

Freak needs to improve his homeland security system. I just broke in and stole this.

October seems to be starting well.

First, NIN_LIVE_WITH_TEETH last night. All types of good fun.

Then I discover my submission went through, and "Dogg's Hamlet, Cahoot's Macbeth" has been added to IMDB. Hooray for lots of things. Go vote and comment. Just search for "J. Paul Zimmerman" in names (yes, Joey Zimmerman's the one), continue on to "Dogg" and vote and comment.

Love ya.

I think I'm ready for my girlfriend to be back. My evolution seems to kick in reverse when I'm without her for an extended period of time. Dishes start piling up in the sink...I start to think my cats are plotting against me...I think Lunchables pizza would be a fun snack...

I DID however fulfill a childhood dream the other day. Pizza for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Oh wait, I've done that before.

And now I'm hung over and I have an awful taste in my mouth.

Moving next month, too. So long, Mar Vista.

I thought there was more, but I guess I'm done.

Going to Seattle this weekend.

Theatre Sports.

Dead Can Dance.

Twin Peaks's's Great Northern Inn.

It's an artsy/goth/nerd/improv snob's dream vacation.

Back in the director's chair after a year. Just as chaotic as I remembered. What a night. Shooting delayed due to crucial camera component gone missing. Shooting delayed due to my car getting hit while parked on the street. And now, everything we've done possibly scrapped because the house we're shooting in will be unavailable soon.

I'll still take it over acting any day.

Anyone wanna invest in my next picture?

Nevada City Film Festival..................accepted
Westwood Film Festival.....................rejected
California Independent Film Festival.......rejected
San Diego Film Festival....................rejected

We'll keep trying. I mean, I'll keep trying. Sorry, Freudian slip.

Never mind.

New Pearl Jam on the way.

New Tool on the way.

Now all we have to do is get out of this damn technological fiasco caused by Mercury.

See you all at the end of the tunnel.

Jumped on the "World of Warcraft" bandwagon tonight.

Look me up. Lightbringer server. An undead priest called Krux. Level 5.

Fun. Times.

Well, August hasn't been going so well up to this point. I imagine it will only get worse. Perhaps things will be SO good after this month, I have to endure a little bit of anger and frustration. It's pretty hard keeping my cool, I tell-you-what.

First of all, there's the story of my past two entries, complaining about damn Craigslist and how I can't post a simple ad for a casting call. It keeps getting deleted. Today marked the third damn time. Gettin' mighty sick of it. This is the smallest frustration. Check me out.

My car's out of commission. Happened on Wednesday afternoon. I was drivin' round the valley (stupid goddamn valley), and suddenly I'm having acceleration problems. Oh crap. I take it to Firestone, they send me elsewhere. So the guy looks at my car and says it's the transmission. Most of the problem is due to an electrical error that's been plaguing my car for nearly a year. And because it hasn't been solved, now my transmission is busted. So poor Alexandra has to come pick me up and take me home. The best is yet to come. I call the next day. Not only do they need to keep my car until Saturday, possibly even Tuesday, it's gonna cost me anywhere from $900 to $2500. Who loves that? I KNOW I DO!

So with no ride, I try to figure out what else I can do. I remember about my auto insurance...my brand-new policy was cancelled in May due to non-payment. Strange, I thinks to myself, I signed up for the auto-debit thingy. So how can they not have been paid? Oh well, I'll worry about it later. Er...three months later...it's too late to pay the balance and reinstate my prior policy. So I open a brand new one. For...what the fuck? Over a thousand dollars more?! Because of some "suspension period" before my policy was cancelled? No fucking way! Too bad. Gots to deal with it. So I pay the fuckers, and come home. Then start to think. And talk to Alexandra. She makes so much sense. I do some digging. Lo and behold - I most certainly WAS on the auto debit system. So how did my payment not go through? WELL, turns out AAA claims my bank turned down their payment request. Odd, I thinks. Never had a problem before. More than sufficient funds in there. This needs investigating! So I put on my investigating cap and make several calls to the bank and to AAA. I give my bank the exact date and amount of the alleged requested payment - my bank says there was never a request for payment! This is proved by my account statement, which would show any denied requests. Sure enough, they're right - there was never a request made for payment. Now I'm winning! I've got the fuckers. So I call AAA, "Hey, you guys never even TRIED to get that money. What gives, yo?" (in so many words of course). They says they'll call me back once they've looked into it. Meanwhile, why don't I fax them a copy of my bank statement saying there was no request? Sure I'll do that.

Hm...it's past five and they haven't called me. Office is closed for the weekend. Fuckers.
Gee...the fax number doesn't work. How peachy.

So now I have to wait until Monday to fix all this shit. Sweet Lord, I'm fucking angry and pissed off and depressed. There'd better be something damn good coming up around the bend. This is hell. Oh yeah, I nearly cleaned out my checking account to make the down payment on my new insurance policy. And I can't get more money till Monday. This fuckin' blows.

Interesting, huh?

Well, don't tell me I never cured your insomnia.

Fucking Craiglist users have done it to me again! This blows! Damn it all to hell, I just want to post a damn casting call notice!

Goddamn cocksucking pieces of shit Craigslist motherfuckers.

Delete my goddamn posting?

I'll show them. I'll show them all.