Bigger in Texas

Accents Happen
















Marks the Spot.



I am that good.











Sin City roll out soon. What's good in San Francisco this weekend?

Sky High

Crack heads don't get this high. Things are really good. All natural is the way to go, just the way I like girls. (I'm not a fan of make-up. I don't like surprises in the morning.)

I forgot how serene clouds can be.








I spotted this clever bumper sticker on the way to San Diego. This guy has balls to be rolling around with this on his Alpha Male Chevy Truck. I bet his girlfriend/wife (that he met online) loves riding in the car.





San Diego has way too many museums. Gabi loves model trains and I love Hawaiian shaved ice. I got mine and he got his.

You think you got problems? Try living the life of this traffic cop, that's some pressure. Plus, he's only like 3" tall. This man has no confidence.






This was my favorite pic of the weekend. I really like how the drive-in screen stands out. I could not have snapped a better pic if I set it up.



All my life, I couldn't wait to grow up so I could go to clubs. Not to drink or meet girls, but to dance on light up floors. I just assumed all dance floors were like Saturday Night Fever where each block lit up to a different color as you danced on it. Cold reality hit and it hurt. UNTIL, I went to The Jazz club in China Town (that's gotta be an oxy moron). Best dance floor so far.



This place opens in May in San Diego. I may have to make a visit.



One of my friends was being ignorant and suggested that I go to SD so often these days was becasue of the Jehovah girl. Unfortunately, that joke would have worked if she was a Mormon.



One picture. One thousand words.



Imagine.






Pacific Beach has wayyyyyyy too many bars and clubs. And way too many trees that are inside of clubs.



I'm going to Dallas for work next week. Anybody know what's good?

Oh What A Night

Ever wake up in the morning and you just hear that song in your head? There are not many times in a young man's life that he comes in contact with Ray Romono, in a very compromising situation (one blonde and one brunette),



Woody Harrelson (Kingpin is still one of the best comedies, "We don't have any cows, we got a bull")



and Barcelona's red hot export Pau Gasol, who was quite the gentleman.



So, I get star struck. I am not ashamed to admit it, but I do. Needless to say, the guys at work make it rain because of this. I really can't explain why I do but it may have something to do with me being such an autograph hound when I was really little.

There is no reason a place like such should serve fancy Ham and Cheese sandwiches. I thought it was a joke when someone told me.



Back to San Diego this weekend.....whoop whooooop.

If you like Arrested Development

and if you need an acting coach, then you can just eat your heart out (what the hell does that even mean?) or be really jealous for a dumb reason.


I found that I deal with stress so much different these days. People really should appreciate stress because it only makes you better. To live an unchallenged life is a life of static. You alone bring things into your life, so you have to know it is for a reason. I will probably be awake earlier than your parents tomorrow morning but it's not all bad considering I get to go to a conference in Hollywood for the next two days. Besides those haps, I gave Al Green a rest as it was getting played out on a daily basis. Then again, Al Green never hurt nobody.



Yeah, those are black socks. And what?

Go Green

I have always loved Kermit. The fact that he was the star of the show and he stood not more than 2 feet. That says much about his character, he has good character. I also hate when people say that. That always gets the "Um, thank you?"

Push...

Estelle and Calvin Harris have been pushing on the gym Ipod rotation. Kanye and Estelle bit some Daft Punk for American Boy but I guess it still works. Hype Machine that song, or check the space.




I am camping at Coachella for the first time this year. I really can't wait to see Mr Harris funk shit up.

In the case of little 2 month old Jamelia....

you are NOT THE FATHER! or you ARE THE FATHER! (either way, madness erupts)



Unfortunately I work Monday - Friday in the day time, so I don't get to watch the only good thing TV has to offer......The Maury Povich Show! Back in the day Maury used to bring on cute kids with terminal diseases or disabled people but for some reason that never brought in ratings. Go figure? I guess someone realized that people enjoy watching paternity test. Especially when you got shows themed around "I slept with 15 men and need to know who the father is" I need to quit this day job so I can watch Maury.

KROQ Micro Brew this Saturday. Word. Tell your mother.