Ryan's Journal

"My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?" — David Mitchell

Toluca Lake, California

Posted at 10:15 pm, August 1st, 2004

It’s a well known fact that attractive women can use their hotness for good or for evil. It’s also well known that the likelihood that a woman will use her hotness for evil is directly proportional to how much hotness she possesses. Today at Kinko’s a woman came up to me who was so far off of the charts that the thought “I need to come to Kinko’s more often” actually flashed through my head before my idiot filter was able to stop it.

She wanted to borrow my cell phone since hers had died and the person she was meeting at Kinko’s hadn’t shown up. Knowing that evil was imminent I was on my guard, but since I had no where to be I handed over the phone, and watched for the next twenty freakin’ minutes as she argued with her boyfriend. Judging solely by her looks I had expected that she might either steal the phone or else use it call in a bomb threat or something somewhere, so being able to just sit around and wait for her to finish was in a weird way almost a relief.

Toluca Lake, California

Posted at 9:50 pm, July 28th, 2004

From an essay by Paul Graham:

“The distinguishing feature of nasty little problems is that you don’t learn anything from them. Writing a compiler is interesting because it teaches you what a compiler is. But writing an interface to a buggy piece of software doesn’t teach you anything, because the bugs are random. So it’s not just fastidiousness that makes good hackers avoid nasty little problems. It’s more a question of self-preservation. Working on nasty little problems makes you stupid. Good hackers avoid it for the same reason models avoid cheeseburgers.”

Burbank, California

Posted at 12:40 am, July 28th, 2004

Ocean’s Twelve (the sequel to Ocean’s Eleven) is filming on the lot right now, and while I’m not generally the movie star stalker type it’s impossible not to be curious about a film starring George Clooney, Matt Damon, Julia Roberts, Brad Pitt, Catherine Zeta Jones, Don Cheadle and Bernie Mac. They’re using three gigantic soundstages for filming, there are more than twice as many movie star trailers parked on the lot than I’ve ever seen before (each with a nametag of “Linus”, “Danny”, “Rusty”, etc), the sets look to be huge, but sadly aside from knowing that Matt Damon’s car is much, much nicer than mine, and that George Clooney is apparently driving a souped-up Honda motorcycle these days, my lunchtime strolls have otherwise not been very informative.

Ocean's Twelve

Toluca Lake, California

Posted at 10:30 pm, July 12th, 2004

And yes, I know the site is unavailable. I think it’s an issue with the router, but I won’t be home to fix it for another two weeks. It’s thrilling to know that after finally getting the site onto all of the major search engines that I’ll probably be dropped again. Thrilling.

Toluca Lake, California

Posted at 10:00 pm, July 12th, 2004

I think this is the longest I’ve gone between entries since starting this journal… anyhow, here’s a summary of the last two weeks:

July 2nd

The Goob had the brilliant idea that we should go to the Giants vs. A’s game on Friday, so I flew home and we headed off to the stadium. We missed the first couple of innings standing in line for beers and dogs, but it was all good. We had bleacher seats, and no sooner had Aaron told me that they never hit home runs when he goes to the game than Bonds cranked one about six rows in front of us. In all the Giants hit something like six dingers, at least ten people were thrown out of our section by security, and they gave us these cool rainbow glasses to watch the fireworks with.

July 3rd

Lounged around all day, played some basketball at night (and got rocked in game two after playing it close in game one) then caught a late night showing of Spider Man 2. All women should be red heads.

July 4th

The Goob worked all day, then at night we went to a Native American sweat lodge ceremony. We were early, and the people who owned the land where the lodge was located were setting off fireworks. The third one they launched hit a tree, veered towards the ground, and lit some grass in a gully on fire. Aaron, fireman in training, was astute — “Um, there’s a fire over there, um, burning… in the grass… the fire.” Meanwhile everyone else ran for hoses and buckets, and disaster was averted. The sweat lodge started really late, lasting for almost two hours until well after midnight. It was an intense experience.

July 5th – 12th

Flew home Monday, and the effects of the sweat lodge really kicked in — I’m not great with heat (imagine that, the guy who loves Alaska and Antarctica) and I was drained all day. By Tuesday the smoke and steam had given me a really sexy voice, and by the time Saturday rolled around I had no voice at all and was reduced to speaking in signs. Julie had fun with that one, and then today at work my voice left me again, allowing the boss to have all sorts of fun at my expense. With luck I’ll soon be capable of communication more advanced than nodding, although I’m not holding out a lot of hope that I’ll be resuming my concert career before the week is over.

Toluca Lake, California

Posted at 10:25 pm, June 27th, 2004

Went and saw Fahrenheit 9/11 yesterday — the lines from the theatre streched for over a block, which surprised me. It disappointed me that Moore twisted facts in the first half of the film (the Bush-Bin Laden connection is very sketchy) because I think it blunted his message during the second half of the film. That message, however, was spot-on: the responsibility of putting someone’s life in danger is a grave one, and those in power owe it to those fighting to never put them at risk needlessly. Moore’s harrassing Congressmen was a bit over the top, but it made a point: if you don’t feel strongly enough about a cause to send your own son or daughter, what possible right do you have to ask someone else to?

Aside from the film, a highlight at the theatre was a lady passing out anti-Patriot Act flyers while we were standing in line. Person after person refused to take a flyer, and finally when one person turned her down she just smiled and said “All right, save the trees.”

Toluca Lake, California

Posted at 11:20 pm, June 24th, 2004

The itinerary for the Falkland Islands portion of the Fall trip is just about nailed down. Since almost all of the lands in the Falklands are privately owned the only way to visit is to make arrangements in advance, and then hop a ride on one of the small government planes to get to the chosen destination. The public face of this air service is apparently a man named Fraser, and he informs me that it will indeed be possible for me to visit everywhere I’m planning to go, but that I’ll be limited to thirty pounds of baggage. For a two week trip I’m guessing I’ll have 10-15 pounds of camera equipment, so there is a very real danger that a choice might have to be made between filters or extra boxers; let it be known that I really love my polarizer.

Anyhow, here’s how things are looking thus far:

Toluca Lake, California

Posted at 11:55 pm, June 20th, 2004

Crazy weekend. I had planned to be in Mojave tonight so that I could watch the Spaceship One launch tomorrow morning, but while driving through there on my way home from Vegas it was a zoo — there had to be at least four hundred RVs parked at the airport, every hotel was booked, traffic detours were set up. I may regret it some day, but getting up at 4:00 AM and fighting a crowd to get a glimpse of the takeoff wasn’t the experience I was looking for, so I headed home.

Prior to driving through Mojave the weekend was filled with a trip to Vegas & Death Valley. The Vegas trip was good — when I arrived it was about half, it then moved to full, and tapered back to half by this morning. There may have been some looping, and Pukes was doing his share of skeet skeet skeet. I’d never been to Death Valley in the summer, and while I planned to stick around until sunset, the lack of shade and 114 degree temperature was a bit more than I could handle, so after a few hours of hiking I moved on. It’s an incredible place, but I don’t see how anyone can spend much time there during the summer without spontaneously combusting.

Toluca Lake, California

Posted at 12:45 am, June 17th, 2004

The team of myself and Adrian pulled off the bowling miracle of winning tonight’s evening out while nearly also winning the award for lowest average score. Our strategy of progressing through the bracket as the lowest scoring winner was indeed a good one. The drinks that followed with the Brits were of course enjoyable, but even more enjoyable was the rather spirited discussion about quids and bobs and stones and spots and boots and crowns. The world needs more Brits in it.

Toluca Lake, California

Posted at 10:10 pm, June 7th, 2004

Another Meat Massacre is in the books; the ballads about this year’s edition are still being composed. Aaron got the festivities started early by riding through the grocery store in an electric chair while we were purchasing food. Later, when the Home Run Derby started we brought beers along, and as a result the event went from the normal ten-plus innings to a four inning affair followed by much imbibing in the shade. The actual Meat Massacre was the usual good time, with much meat consumed and more than a few people grabbing their stomachs in obvious signs of distress after eating far too much. A couple of memorable highlights include the shitfish story and tales of Trey’s pool sharking days (“Who’s the guy with the barco-lounger on his truck? All right, let’s rack ’em up, baby!”).