Doby

3:27PM - Keeping Cool

So the Great Dictator was really great.

I put on my black overcoat and grabbed my umbrella, ipod and keys, and headed down Hollywood, turning up Kenmore to Franklin, and continued East to the library.

It was twilight, drizzly, empty of people, and the enormous trees greeted me with their magnificence and joy.

The houses spoke to me with great reverance at their magnificence and 20s architecture. Some so huge, it is hard to imagine people actually live in them.

I exchanged my DVDs and went to the pet store and had a lovely conversation with a red headed blue-tailed love bird. He was talking back, and actually the first to start up a conversation.

I'm still pining for a Sun Conure.

Had a wonderous walk home. So much so was I lost in the nature, I missed my street and had to walk back from Normandie, but got lost again.

Regretably, I turned back to Hollywood and civilization to get my bearings, and returned home.

3:40PM - Trying To Keep My Cool

I’ve suddenly had the urge to write. Why waste my inner thoughts on a mildly retarded arrogant bi-sexual?

I think that was the point. I could express myself and none of it was being retained. I found someone who was so self centered, nothing I said got in. Or could be repeated. Yet I was free to delve into strange levels of my psyche without a witness or evidence.

I helped him get a job. Lots of jobs. In fact, the last job I get him--I don’t get. I call him to relay good luck wishes to him and am rudely answered with “Why are you calling me all the time?” when the reverse is actually true.

Many times my phone is ringing with the other end blaring out WHEEL. OF. FORTUUUUNE! in the background and this guy needing to tell me about absurd things his mind has filtered to mush. The last being, “Hey! Guess what! We-uh goin back to whuk!” He can’t make an “r” sound.

A whole explanation of people with signs on strike and they are going back to work. “They musta been on Stwike. We goin back ta wuhk TOOZday.”

“What channel did you see that on?” I question after perusing the internet.

“Fowah.”

Later that evening, I see the iron workers marching across my wide-screen television.

“Why ah you callin me alla time? You know I got minutes!”

“Well, I didn’t get a call to go to work, so I was feelin’ a little sad.”

“Well there’s nothin’ I can do about it.”

“Well, you could comfort me.”

“Go get on another show.” he hangs up on me.

A conversation similar to this had taken place earlier when we were both waiting to be called.

“Maybe they feature me so much, it would look odd if they had me on every week...” my ego ponders.

“Hey I was on deh fuhst!”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“I been on deh longuh! It’s MY SHOW!”

This guy’s dream in life is to have lines. Good luck.

I’ve gotten mine already.

I’ve been tempted to reconnect with other people but after the events that followed I nixed the idea.

Knowing the best solution is to do nothing and turn this poor soul loose to his own devices, which include television and his boyfriend who terrorizes him from a thousand miles away that I consoled him nightly about.

Besides, the best jokes are never heard.

Which could be rubber stamped on my trip to the 99 cent store.

I been riding this bike this prostitue in the back gave me. She started trying to buy me as her personal slave, but when I didn’t respond one evening, she started writing strange notes on my door, which I caught her at, asking for her horror DVDs back as she was putting them in storage and knew I was busy but if they were not returned by 10am the following day, she would be forced to call the L.A.P.D.

"I'm moving SUNDAY!" like that meant something to me.

I had felt bad the evening before this note. For her. As she was crying in my apartment that she wish she hadn’t been born and wanted to show me where she’d tried to cut herself. I gave her a Trazadone, to make her go away. I regreted it as I thought now she will come back for more and demand them. Also, I thought if she kills herself, they will find the Trazadone in her system and I will go to jail. This girl is trouble. I found out the next day she had been telling people I have sex with my dog.

AFTER I give her the DVDs back, I get a phone message while at that same job I didn’t get called to this week saying, “I know you’re mad at me, but do you have my Twilight Zone DVD? If you do, please return it, if not, at least call me and tell me you do not have it.”

So either way this control freak whore gets to stalk me and have me respond. I return the call. “I don’t have it.” I hang up, before she can reply. Another note referring to the Twilight Zone DVDs is posted. I guess put prior to the call. Yesterday she was skulking in the halls while I was going down to do laundry, noting the offical guy with clip board entering the apartment building. She called housing again.

This time her apartment is allegedly leaking. She has not paid rent, and is looking for a way NOT to pay it. Guess she didn’t move out on Sunday like she said.

I’m riding this bike a few days ago to the 99 cent store and this creepy niggahed out voice says, “Gimme dat bike!” I ignore it. “Gimme dat bike!” comes up behind me. It is the ex-handy man for the building, who is the whore’s pet that she gets to do errands for her.

I did them once. She wanted a mop and some other stuff. Seems she needs a new mop every three days, throwing the old one off her balconey into the plants I water that decorate the patio in the back.

She wanted me to ride the bike with the mop. “Can’t you just put it over the handlebars?” The reason she gave me the bike is because she apparantly has no knowledge of them and tried to ride it once and crashed leaving the 65 dollar bike as she constantly referred to it, unable to go into first.

She gave me like a hundred and some odd dollars for forty dollars worth of shit and told me to keep the change. Another time she insisted we go to Hollywood Boulevard. There were these hip hop dancers. She orders me to ask them if they are 420 friendly and if so if they would like to join us on the roof.

We go up to this area in the Kodak theater and start smoking pot. They want to leave. She gives one the guy ten dollars and tries to hug and kiss him. He recoils. They leave. She is illuminated with happiness. “I bet they thought we were Hollywood Hot Shots!” beaming with her ugly grin.

Another time I was going to the 99 cent store and this lady pulls out at a million miles an hour of this gas station...backwards. I shake my head as I watch her pull off the foolish feat. SHE STARTS SCREAMING AT ME!

“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO--”

“DON’T DO CRACK AND DRIVE YOU STUPID BITCH!” my NYC angst was back. She turned in front of me to my surprise a few blocks down, giving me the finger. “Oooo,” I exclaimed, taking a good look at her. “You are UGLY as HELL!” I imagine this did not make her feel too good, as some screaming emenating from her green piece of shitmobile coughing down the street reached my ears.

I’m not in a good mood. The night before I tried to watch the show we work on, and no I wasn’t on. But for the first time EVER this clown was. I had called him early to let him know to be by the phone. He was planning on going somewhere where he woulda been on a train and missed it if not for me.

It is only his silhoette and they make fun of him being gay in a way, which I would love to rub in, but I will never talk to him again. That’s for sure.

So, I do see my arms shoot up for a second during a fat drinking contest. I had commented during the filming, “This is the best fat drinking contest in the history of television, ever!”

Surprisingly, a voice answered, “You mean there are more than one?” looking up to see who said that and the shock of it, the star, made me say nonsensically, “Exactly.”

Well, my arms were the only thing I could spot, unlike last week where I got a good surprised shot over “baby formula.” and walking a baby in a carriage which was much more hilarious during filming.

So, I’m not called, I’m not on, and this asshole that I got the gig for told me to go be on another show. The next day I want to do errands but realize they are filming at that moment and fighting it as I could, I was not in a good mood.

I go to my storage and pull out the bike. It immediatly starts pouring. I put the bike back. I take out the cart. It stops. I put back the cart. It starts. I finally ride the bike in the rain which is not too bad really just drizzle.

Trying to find the smallest line, I notice the guy ahead of me has two cartons of eggs in this guy’s wife’s basket, and he is carrying two. I’m like where did you get the eggs?

He replies in the freezer over there. Their normal spot. There were no more eggs. I am disgusted. The guy looks around panicking while I move over to the other line.

At check out, this guy that looks like an old Borat reaches into my basket and starts taking my sour cream.

“What the fuck are you doing???”

“I just looking.”

“You’re shopping in my basket?”

“I just looking.” his wife who looks like she’s outta a bad Kafka story, tries to calm him down and say she sorry.

"You want look in my basket?" He gestures at his purple basket that contains 7 bottles of water.

He keeps pointing to his head like there is something wrong with me. I explode.

“LOOK. THERE IS A WHOLE STORE HERE FOR YOU TO SHOP. THIS IS NOT RUSSIA OR ARMENIA OR WHEREEVER THE FUCK YOU ARE FROM. THERE ARE SHELVES AND SHELVES OF FOOD HERE FOR YOU TO BUY. YOU DON’T NEED TO SHOP IN MY FOOD BASKET.”

Unfortunatly the cashier was armenian I uncomfortably realize. She has no emotion. I am really pissed off.

“How many eggs are you allowed to buy?”

“One.”

“Yeah? How come they got four?”

“Only one," she says to the cashier behind her. "Only one!”

Now the mexican guy starts in “She craysee. Dat lady craysee." He keeps goin’ and goin’.

I’m the entertainment at 99 cent store. perhaps more so than the new audio they got goin'.

"Hello this is the weather at the 99 cent store, some congestion at the produce isle where people are taking advantage of our fresh fruit and vegetables! etc.”

“Look, she got two, he got two, and I got zero.” I try to make the twilight zone crowd understand. It is useless. I take my shit and get out.

A guy I recognize makes a turn in front of me with his angry face pinched up screamng with fury "BISSHHH!!!"

"ENJOY YOUR EGGS!" I scream for a while as he swervingly drives away.

GODDAMN IT WHAT ELSE WILL HAPPEN.

I put away some food and forgot there was a Taco Bell Tumbler of now watered down soda on top of the frig so the dog doesn’t drink it, that flies off the frig.

I try and enjoy it for a second, and it is beautiful as I actually see it in super slow motion sloghing out of the cup, turning to a small independent wave of lurching fluid liquid. It hit the floor not touching anything else. My towel in it’s laundry bag coffin was conveniently peeking out. My luck was turning.

I took my books and dvds back to the library. I got There Will Be Blood that was repeatedly recommended to me after I obsessivly reenacted The Butcher’s more gruesome scenes from Gangs of new york to the shock of my cooworker Cook.

I decided to walk in the rain and listen to the new tunes I had put on my iPod. Unfortunatly most of the new songs were Ramones, as one of the unlabeled disks was all Ramones. I wasn’t in the mood.

I get to the library and trade in The Daniel Day Lewis flick, House Bunny which I indeed saw myself AS A TOTAL NERD in, and something else for Constantine, which I keep thinking I’ve never seen before, Steve Irwin and Jaques Cousteau’s son or relative going after deadly sea animals. The sea snake was bad ass. They put this giant crocodile back in the ocean after like all these men had to tie it’s jaw and subdeu it and all this shit, they open it up and he says with great flourish this is extremly dangerous everyone stand back when we open this gate.

The gate opens up and this salt water gator like almost walks down these steps on the boat and jumps in the water. Steve JUMPS IN AFTER HIM! He was playing with the sea snake and all the poisonous animals. They showed a stone fish and a blue ringed octopus and they took the poison out of the stone fish and some sea snakes so they can make antidotes.

Also I got The Great Dictator which I’m gonna watch now and finish this later.

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9:03AM - Doby on My Name is Earl

1:58PM - Doby on Raines

around 40:07 to the end...
(I'll post stills later)

12:19PM - Larry :)

6:17PM - lkjlksjdf

11/2/07 3:29 PM

"As you know as of November 1st..." No I DIDN'T know. The writers went on strike. I don't got the rent. I DO but it's still in checks owed to me. That's how I see it. I'm not working today. I finally got My Name is Earl and CSI NY episodes that I thought I was on to work somewhat. I don't know why these writers think they can get money for this. The shit barely works. I could hardly be seen. I am seen pretty clearly for a second on Journeyman. The shot makes no sense. It's just on me and my friend Gary kinda bored and pissded off. Cause they didn't tell us why we were there. Then they told us to pick up some boxes. The boxes were garbage boxes. And they hadn't fed us. So all the props in the open market were pretty much inedible but people were stealing them and eating them. I was one of them but the muffin or whatever it was had been sitting in the sun. It was too nasty for even me.

I worked CSI NY yesterdayand went to find a to go container that they probably ran out of at lunch. None of the Tony's catering employees were to be found. I looked at the left over and out pork. Another extra was straggling and noted the three flies that just landed on it and nods, I don't think anyone is gonna eat that. I took the aluminum that he had pointed out to use as a to go and took the whole pig. It was a huge block of pork. I had to resist the temptation to eat it or even try it myself because then I wouldn't give it to the dog. He had been a good boy and I was out of dog food. I knew he might throw up later, he coughed a lot when I was on the phone with Shaolin later and I knew that's what it was. But fuck it I said. I don't want to deprive him of the joy of gorging himself. Then he had the nerve to steall a tootsie roll pop the guy before at the smoke shop gave me for Halloween. His name is Harry. Harry tried to pass himself off as Italian, but he is Armenian. It IS Little Armenia for Christsakes. Sorry, been realding Catcher in the Rye. It's impossible to read on set because it's so rich , I find myself lavishing on the rhythm and the preciseness, with this zen simplicity that I end up reading the a paragraph over and over all day. It's really hard being the smartest kid in class. No one to talkk to. But I foisted the last paragraph of the chapter where he leaves the school. I think it's Chapter one. Not sure. Had to give the book back as it was over due. I surprisingly realized I have no books in here when Shoulin wanted me to find a book. I have one book on the meanings of the Tarot. Oh, and a shadow book I got at the 99 cent always store. I have a feeble fan light contraption that made the black transparencies actually appear on my wall and ceiling. That entertained me for a good three hours during a previous call with Shou. I don't know how she has the patience. How many times can anyone listen to the same damn questions? That she has no answers to. It's so stupid. I'm so frustrated. Is there magic or not? Is there love or not? What the fuck am I supposed to do? Why do I think I'm supposed to do something? Does any of it matter? I just wanted to cover up under the blankets when I heard about the strike. No work and all today. And it's the 2nd and I got llike MOST of the rent in actual U.S. dollars. Then I got work for Monday and I'm a happy clam. I like to read I like Don Marquis. I had a fit. For real, at the Hamilton Fish library when the librarian never heard of James Thurber.

I found the Cathay De Grande on MySpace. All these people have memories and pictures of the place and the people, but I don't recognize any of them. Top Jimmy and El Duce. They're all babbling about "so and so" and "so and so" always has some cutesy name like Pirate Pete or some shit. Who the fuck are these people? I feel no need to participate in their shit. It's compounded by the fact the guy on The Shield who did wardrobe was all rapping to me about how we knew the same people from The Cathay, and then started arguing me about the Zero. He then corrected himself at like round 8 that he meant the Zoo. What the fuck is the Zoo? I didn't know one fucker he was talking about. And he didn't know any of mine. I tried to explain it was rockabilly and punk club and he started arguing with me about that too. I thought it was the coolest thing about the club that it had a duality, and those were two awesome things to mix. Then he started raving about him being on some Flipside Video of the place. I saw some footage somewhere don't know if that was it and it was all the same fuckin' people I don't know. They have a bulletin board for memories. I said too many. If they want mine they'll have to $pay$. Some fucker is releasing Top Jimmy Live audio. That's a nice way to remember him. I'll remember him in my book. Which is why I'm writing now.

I haven't been very creative. And it's been difficult with money worries and bein' without Troy. I feel like I'll never see him again, and then I feel like I'm gonna turn the corner and there he'll be. It's paralysing.

I saw a bird at a horrible pet store next to where we were filming CSI NY. The show is actually really good. I was trying to watch it online but it was freezing. I don't think you see me at all. On that one or Earl, though I did see me when they have the lamb, I see my hat anyway. Troy's hat.

The bird was so cute and it looked like it wanted me to take it away with him. He was $150. I shoulda asked if that was in pesos. Media Luna I don't know why I was asking for someone on set to translate that for me. I wasnt gonna buy a pet from a pet store that carried chickens and ducks, although I had a little fantasy about the duck swimming around in a little duck pond I would make for it. The last bird died. I think I just didn't feed it. I'm not sure. I got some 99 cent bird food and it was curtains for Greeny. I noted he wasn't waking me up or replying to the thousands of birds that called to him every morning. They stopped, but you could hear the urgency in their voices, like Harry? You okay? Harry, you there? HARRY? I'd like to get this breed. It's a Half Moon Conure. It's small, hearty, comes from Mexico, (I c), and bonds deeply with its owner and is very talkative and playful. UNLIKE fucking PARAKEETS. Shou told me her friend had the same feeling for her parakeets. So, I'd like to get one a baby from a hand fed breeder or whatever the fuck. The beginning of the birds life. No more damaged goods. After dating Troy, I'd like something in my life that wasn't already totally fucked up.

2:34PM - let er rip

Current mood: morose

12:06AM - i feel like killing myself

I feel like killing myself.

I'm so bored. Nothing interests me. Going to work is like going to work in an insane asylum. My main function in life seems to be making the rent and getting food. The only emotion I feel is missing someone who doesn't exist. When I dropped dead on Hollywood & Vine I was almost happy. Nothing pleases me. I hate all people. I wish the world would blow up. Decay is the only real thing. There is no sense to anything I do. The world is an assorment of shades of gray. Nothing matters.

9:57PM - another survey

40 Things You Have NOT Been Asked In A Survey

1. Do you know anyone in prison?
Ma baby's daddy.

2. Have you ever logged onto a boyfriend/ girlfriend/ crush's myspace?
What do you think MySpace is for? Duh!

3. When is the last time you ate peanut butter and jelly?
Avoid them at Crafty.

4. Do you have a desk in your room?
No. There's nothing in here.

5. Have you ever gotten naked at a party?
Only at C.B.G.B.'s.

6. What kind of car do you have?
Razor electric scooter.

7. Are you named after one of your parents or grandparents?
Yes. My grandfather David and my other grandfather's friend in the cavalry who chased Pancho Villa, Frank.

8. Does your first significant other still live in the same town as you?
He's dead.

9. Do you throw up gang signs?
Tuts.

10. Have you ever broken a rib?
Someone else's.

11. Would you rather be a girl or a guy?
Depends what drugs I'm on and who I'm fucking.

12. Who is the most spoiled person you know?
Most of my friends are starving artists.

13. Would you rather have a million dollars or true love?
True Love.

14. Have you ever had sex in church?
No.

15. Is your boyfriend/girlfriend a Marine?
No.

16. Do you watch the Grammys?
No.

18. Which one word would describe your current/last relationship?
Boo-hoo.

19. Would you rather date someone 2 years older then you or 20 years?
2.

20. Have you ever had an eating disorder?
No.

21. Do you have a porn collection?
No. Only in my mind.

22. How many proms have you been to in your life?
None, but I was in Prom Night.

23. Have you ever been in a interracial relationship?
No.

24. Is your birthday on a holiday?
No.

25. Are you old enough to vote?
Yes.

26. Do you have any friends or family in the war right now?
No.

28. Do you worry about global warming?
No.

29. Do you like polar bears?
Yes.

30. Have you ever been cheated on?
No.

31. Have you ever been on birth control?
Yes. It's called celibacy.

32. What slang word(s) do you call marijuana?
Smoke, pot.

33. Are you an atheist?
No.

34. Did you lose your virginity to your neighbor?
No.

35. Did or do you think your childhood dreams will come true?
Some did: Went out with Joey, Cowboy took me to batcaves, I'm a rock star and I'm on T.V.

36. Do you wear your sweetie's clothes?
Yes. I wore them the other day on My Name is Earl.

37. What's your opinion on gold diggers?
Who cares?

38. Are you a country or city girl/boy?
Both. But mostly city girl.

39. Is your car a 2002 or higher?
Scooter is, yes.

40. Do you want to hit something?
Some Kush.

9:14PM - Look for me on these shows:

I don't know when any of these air / aired:
The ones on the bottom haven't aired yet!

11/30/06
Ugly Betty
Strip Club Patron

12/4/06
Raines
Comic Book Store Customer

12/5/06
In Case Of Emergency
1055838
Meth Addict

12/7/06
My Name Is Earl
ALJ014
Crab Shack Funeral Attendee

12/11/06
CSI: NY
314
Banquet Guest / Runway Party Goer

12/12-13/06
My Name Is Earl
ALJ15
Crab Shack Patron

12/15/06
Cold Case
414
Tweaker

12/15/06
Brothers & Sisters
114
Club Goer

12/20/06
My Name Is Earl
115
Wrestling Fan Group B
(I am coaxing a female wrestler to get up.)

12/22/06
Scrubs
613
Patient

1/3-5/07
20
ER
Street Background
(The guy from six feet under was on and throws up almost on me.)

1/8/07
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
715
Coffee Shop Patron / Hotel Bar Patron
(I'm sitting next to one of the principles who is drinking coffee.)

1/10/07
Madness Of Jane
Pilot
Psych Ward Patient

1/11-12/07
Ugly Betty
114
Fashionistas
(You can only see me for a flash if you know where to look.)

1/16/07
Las Vegas
415
ND Street Atmosphere
(I'm on your right stairs of the courthouse.)

1/28/07
N.C.I.S.
85
Paparazzi
(I got cut out! - I think 'cause I looked like the punk rock star there, she was really nice to me!)

1/19/07
Drive
Pilot & ep. 1
Jazz Club
(I'm having drinks at the Jazz Club.)

1/22/07
Shark
114
Court Gallery
(You can see a flash of me only. I'm not in the first row, I think second.)

1/23/07
Bones
2AKY17
ND
Pedestrian

1/26/07
The George Lopez Show
Factory Worker
(I didn't know this was a live show! Not even when I got there, I thought they were doing pick-ups! I knew something was up when they gave us scripts!)

1/31/-02/01/07
Jericho
217
Townsperson

2/5/07
Criminal Minds
217
Homeless Shelter With Guitar
(I'm outside playing my guitar, then inside eating, then skitzing in the corner with a blanket on my head. I was mad they put me in a bed and changed their minds. Ha-ha!)

2/7/07
Gilmore Girls
2T7767
Townsperson / Bicyclist

2/9/07
Final Song
Film
Scantily Clad Gypsy Camp Party Goer

2/13/07
My Name Is Earl
ALJ21
Appliance Customer
(They never used me on this one. I think my hair was too rock and roll that day!)

2/14/07
Cold Case
Homeless With Guitar
(I'm jumping around with my guitar at this homeless camp they made in Griffith Park's old zoo!)

2/16/07
Washington Mutal
Commercial
Talk Show Audience

2/21/07
It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia
301-305
Eco-Aggressor With Guitar
(I'm giving instructions to some people, then I play my guitar.)

2/22/07
Jericho
219
Jericho Townsperson
(I don't remember which one of these but I was in a bar, and waited in a food line, and watched some people get off a bus, and there was tear gas.)

2/23/07
Ghost Whisperer
219
ND Village Atmosphere

2/26-27/07
Life
Pilot
Uniformed LAPD

3/2-5/07
My Name Is Earl
ALJ23
Courtroom Spectator

3/7/07 Iron Man
Film
Park Atmosphere Ferris Wheel

3/9/07
Demons
Pilot
ND Pedestrian

3/12/07
Ghost Whisperer
EP 221-222
Village Square Atmosphere - Outdoor Waitress

3/12-13//07
Viva Laughlin
Pilot
Casino Black Jack Dealer

3/15/07
Heroes
Ped Group B
NYC Pedestrian

3/18/07
Women's Murder Club
Pilot
Parent

3/19/07
Chuck
Pilot
Dignitary Group H

3/20-21&23/07
Semi-Pro
Film
Group 3A Fan

3/27-29/07
Gilmore Girls
2T7771
Family/Friend
Group A Graduation Attendee
(I was in the front row.)

3/31/07
Good Girls Don't Get The Corner Office
Hollywood Club Goer

4/3/07
Untitled Sachs & Judah Pilot
Pilot
Punk Club Patron

4/5/07
Company Man
Pilot
Economy Airline Passenger

4/9/07
House
Bar Patron
(They never used me.)

4/10-11/07
Get Smart
Film
Female Airline Passenger

4/12/07
Criminal Minds
Union Station Group A

4/19/07
Traveling In Packs
Pilot 25
Special VIP

4/20/07
CSI: NY
324
Evacuee Group A

4/23/07
Saving Grace
Visitor / Club Patron

4/27/07
Untitled Kohan Mutchnick
Pilot
VIP Guest

4/30/07
Brothers & Sisters
125
Traveler

5/2/07
Made Of Honor
Film
NYC Pedestrian

5/7-8/07
Prom Night
Film
Hotel Guest / New Onlooker / Parent

6/18/07
Monk
6009
SF Pedestrian

7/2-3&9/07
The Shield
702
Latino Tenant

7/13/07
Californication
106
Funky Boardwalker
(I was by the CD stand with my friend Gil.)

7/18/07
Cane
Distillery Employee

7/20/07
Cloverdale
Film
Bridge Crosser

7/24/07
Shark
202
Courtroom Gallery

7/26/07
Life
Alley Pedestrian/Spectator

7/27/07
Women's Murder Club
Clinic Patient
(I was in a wheelchair.)

8/4/07
Tonight He Comes
Film
Bystander Onlooker
(This was a huge crowd scene, I doubt I'm visible)

8/6/07
Eli Stone
102
Pedestrian

8/14/07
Women's Murder Club
102
Hallway Visitor

8/16/07
October Road
202
Townie

8/20/07
The Shield
Perp / Prostitute
(This is a must see! The star is really nice!)

8/21/07
Moonlight
103
ND Onlooker

8/22/07
Deal Or No Deal
Game Show
Audience Member

8/24/07
I Know What Boys Like
aka House Bunny
Film
Café Patron / Food Court Onlooker

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8/28/07
Journeyman
104
Artist

8/29/07
CSI: NY
406
Zombie

8/31/07
Life
105
Uniformed Cop

9/5/07
Viva Laughlin
103
Dealer / Casino Cage

9/10-13/07
Tonight He Comes
Film
Punk
(I heard this made the news when they closed off Hollywood Blvd. I'm with Superman and The Gold Man! You must see Transformer Man!)

9/14/07
Shark
207
Court Gallery

9/18/07
Side Order Of Life
Airport Atmosphere With Luggage
(I was at a table by the entrance mostly)

9/19/07
CSI: NY
408
Nurse

9/24/07
Ugly Betty
207
White Person / Female Wedding Guest

9/25/07
Journeyman
106
Patient
(I was in a wheel chair for all of five minutes. and I walked though the hall like six times.)

9/26/07
Ugly Betty
207
Female Wedding Guest
(I'm at the end of the aisle when the bride comes in and starts to walk down.)

9/28/07
Dexter
212
Radio Reporter / Parent
(I was to your right of the ceremony.)

10/1/07
October Road 206
Delicatesan Patron / Parent / Townee

10/2/07
Big Shots
Hip Art Director

10/4/07
Moonlight
Hotel Guest
(on gurney!)

10/8/07
Changeling
Fitting

10/10/07
My Name Is Earl
Camden County Citizen

11/12/07
Changeling
Protestor

9:13PM - Survey

Survey ripped off from Libby ripped off from Lisa

1. What does your MySpace quote mean? - I stripped my hair from black to red and it was very wild and that's what Joey Ramone said about it.

2. Elaborate on your default photo: - It's by Alren Helm.

3. Who is the first person on your top 8? - Christopher aka Superman

4. What’s your relationship with the people in your top 8? - Men I have fucked, bands I've worked with, chicks I met mostly on set.

5. What exactly are you wearing? - Not much. A jug head hat, suspenders, levi shorts...

6. What is your current problem? - Not famous enough.

7. What do you love most? - Showing off.

8. What makes you most happy? - When the camera is on me.

9. Are you musically inclined? - By now you'd think so.

10. Which shoe goes on first? - Depends I wear boots sometimes.

11. If you could go back in time, and change something… - Of course.

12. Ever have a near death experience? - I passed out on Hollywood and Vine and my heart almost stopped and I couldn't breathe. I didn't mind dying. It was a solution, anyway.

14. Name an obvious quality you have: - I'm amazing.

15. What’s the name of the song that’s stuck in your head right now? - The Night Has A Thousand Eyes.

16. Any celeb you would marry? - None that are alive.

17. Who will cut and paste this first? - Your mom.

18. Name someone with the same birthday as you. - The first officer on Star Trek Next Generation maybe, Gene Rodenberry too, Pres. Clinton.

19. Do you have a crush on someone? - No.

20. Have you ever vandalized someone’s private property? - As much as possible.

21. Been in a fight? - As much as possible.

22. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience? - As much as possible.

23. What’s the first thing you notice about the preferred sex? - If they're a loudmouth.

24. What do you usually order from Starbucks? - Crapachino.

26.Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose? - You can hurt yourself all kinds of ways so yes.

27. Say something totally random about you? - I'm crazy.

28. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? - This girl from Blue Velvet, Linda Blair, Judy Garland, your mom.

29. How old are you? - What a dumb question.

30. Go out or stay in? - In and out.

31. Do you wear a watch? - No, I have a cell phone, duh.

32. Do you have anything pierced? - My ears and brain.

33. Do you have any tattoos? - Not yet.

34. Do you like pain? - Apparently.

35. Do you like to shop? - Not at malls, but at Out of the Closet and 99 cents always stores.

36. What was the last thing you paid for with cash? - Cigarettes.

37. What was the last thing you paid for with a credit card? - Food.

38. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? - Niki at Central Casting. She didn't give me the job.

39. What is on your desktop background? - Leopard spots.

40. Do you like redheads? - Depends. The guy on Life is nice.

41. Do you know any twins? - I did, but one died.

42. Do you have any weird relatives? - J.D. Salinger. Weird enough?

43. What was the last movie you watched? - Broke Back Mountain. I cried.

44. What was the last book you read? - Train Your Dog.

45. Did you or do you go to college? - Yes.

46. What is your favorite pair of pants that you own? - Levis 501.

47. What is your favorite day of the week? - The day when I'm working on a cool show like My Name is Earl.

7:32PM - Radio Show now Sunday nite

The internet went out yesterday...

this one:

or

this one

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Instant Party in Your Pants

9:21AM - Doby Radio this Saturday Live

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Will be on this Saturday live

Requests:
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There is no set time it's when I feel like it.

10:14AM - She Forgot To Go To Work

8/12
1008 am

SHE FORGOT TO GO TO WORK or
MIRA MIRA OFF THE WALL

I'm living with a chick who came into my room nite before last to tell me my Alan Watts mp3 was playing too loud for the neighbors.

"Can you turn it down?"

"Can you stop speaking in tongues?"

I was trying to blot out her psychotic episode: she was making gutteral exorcist like noises interspliced with Kill Kill Kill screams.

It had escalated from casual comments of Scientologists shooting her with electrical shocks, and long showers accented with giggling to this.

I told her I was gonna call 911 if she didn't shut the fuck up. I had already heard her fourth beer can open, so it didn't surprise me she parroted me to shut the fuck up.

When I came home the day earlier I shoulda seen the signs. She was at the kitchen table with an inverted scarf on her head and a distorted frown staring at a 24 DVD on her Sony player that is on non stop, even when she goes to bed: she puts it by her.

Her first comment was, "I'm psychic with my guy (Kiefer Sutherland), and I think he can see you. Can you not walk around in your underwear?"

I think what set her off was I thought I was HELPING her by telling her that Kiefer is down the street at Spaceland a lot.

Reality not a popular topic with her.

Her next comment was, "Your world is very toxic. The music, Troy..."

HER world is that I am channeling Kelly La Brock. She's responsible for Steven Sagal's career and he's trying to hurt her, she was Annie Oakly in a past life, Jerry Hall was Eva Brahn in a past life. Kiefer won't let her go out with other men and has drawn her to L.A. to be with him. She was gonna work on this new show Dirty Sexy Money with Donald Sutherland and was gonna say, "Hi, pop!" when she saw him. The shoot got cancelled. Too bad. It goes on and on, I can't keep up.

It's actually good fodor for this film I might get called Insanitorium where I will play a full blown mental patient. (No kidding!)

We talked about me staying two weeks in September and she said, "Well, maybe. I'm not getting my vibe with Kiefer when you're around. I need time with Kiefer."

Well, I shut myself up in this 5 x 5 room with a tension rod and sheets so now I'm in a tent, so she is alone and that's what the fuck happened. She sits for HOURS a day staring at the Sony DVD player. I think I will be scarred auditorily forever from that dink dink dink dink theme they have on the show.

I came home yesterday from errands and saw a cop car on the corner and they said if the insanity level met their criteria, they would take her away for 72 hours and then she would either be released or go to an institution for further treatment. I might be doing her a favor.

The manager had already come in here before I landed telling her she couldn't make that much noise as tenants complained. It dumbfounded her that they didn't understand that Steven Sagal was hurting her.

What set her off that time was it turned out the manager, a real nice guy, was IN a Steven Sagal movie.

Reality has a detrimental effect on this girl.

Yesterday, on returning to the apartment, she had that kerchief on and as bad as my eyes are, I could see duplicate paragraphs written on her computer screen as in Jack in The Shining.

"Doby..." she starts. She always has some direction, advice, favor she wants and its like nails on chalkboard her fucking accent. "I went through 37 years of what you and Troy..."

"I don't care."

I head for my room.

"Why don't you move out and I'll owe you $200?"

"YOU GIVE ME BACK ALL MY MONEY AND I'LL MOVE OUT."

"I don't have any money."

"THEN YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME. AND IF YOU KEEP ME UP ALL NIGHT WITH YOUR BULLSHIT I'LL CALL AND HAVE YOU TAKEN AWAY."

That sunk in and she agreed not to talk to me anymore.

Last night only one beer can pop was heard. No babbling. One roommate she had here ran out screaming and left. She just wanted to "scare me out." I had the intelligence to make her sign a receipt for the rent and she weazled the ten she owed me for more for the phone, and then wanted more money for food. I told her I'd buy my own food.

I know she was booked for today. Must've slipped what's left of her mind.

Current mood: nostalgic