bob_dobalina

flying into los angeles at night almost makes up for the lack of stars visibile from the city. from my jet plane window, its like seeing a star-filled sky in reverse. rather than look up at the constellations, you peer down and from about san bernardino all the way to the coast you can see a vast array of lights. white, yellow and if you look closely there's reds, greens, and blues all coming from streets, buildings, automobiles and anything that switches on after the sun goes down. its almost like the stars became weary of being suspended in space and decided on a small spot of land on the west coast to rest on. the 10 freeway is orion's belt and at the center of the santa monica mountains is a black hole because it is one of few dark spots in the area.
after several frantic hours on the phone and banging away on the keyboard typing e-mails i get to take a bit of a breather and spout bs on my beloved sg page. preparations for the big porn show are falling into place and i have to say that i'm pretty fucking impressed with the results so far. unfortunately, i found out an hour ago that something i'd spend countless hours on the phone trying to set up has been vetoed. the idea was a good one and i was really careful in how it was handled. i made sure the right people were on board and nurtured the concept slowly so that it wouldn't burn out too quickly. but in the end, someone up high got cold feet and killed it. the decision came down and just like that all of my hard work is going to waste, kicked to the curb next to the christmas tree for the garbage collector to haul off to some landfill. at least i'm not the person that has to make the call and inform the other party that the boat won't sail. said party will undoubtedly be mad as hell after making travel arrangements and crew assignments and will have to scramble for another idea for their television show.
as soon as i can get out the office, i'm going to be sedated and hit the gym before going to catch blackalicious at the knitting factory. a little hip-hop catharsis will do me up nicely after being on the east coast for a week and having to punch the clock today. those fucking security guards better not take my pot this time. of course, i should probably do a better job of stashing it away.