So it looks like vampire movies will be the next big thing... but this one's gonna be from the guy who did Equilibrium! I'm so there...

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The job I interviewed for a few weeks back? Didn't get it, as the position is "no longer being filled."

What the fuck does that mean? *sigh* First time I've ever interviewed at a place and didn't get the job. It fucking sucks.

Dammit, can't one of these people just give me a job already?

Oh well, I found out the Editor In Chief position I didn't get any real consideration for went to the guy who used to be in charge when I worked at Gamecenter, so I don't feel too bad. I just want work...

I sowwy, Liz...

But I love Audrey Hepburn. Forgive?

I'm poor.

No Tahoe. No The Music concert. Oh well...

Time will pass. Life will go on.

Liz, I'm sorry I didn't call you when Cliff and I were thinking about going to Tahoe. But we never made it anyway. And I've seen Breakfast at Tiffany's and My Fair Lady, can I still be your friend?

*Shakes her head at Erin*

Greg and myself were in South Tahoe this weekend as well. We were helping my sister run my parent's furniture store while they were in Hawaii celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary. I wish I would have know. It would have been nice to have seen you. You should really tell me ANY time that you go to Tahoe. That is, afterall, the place I grew up and spent 20 years at.

Greg and I gambled in the evening. We won about $40 bucks each and then lost it all. Ahhh the joy of gambling. ^_^ We also saw "Down With Love" which is a VERY cute movie if you are into the old Doris Day "bedroom" comedies. Its a cute movie without that, but I think one of my all time favorite movies is Pillow Talk, or The Pajama Game. So this was an entirely different kind of special for me. It was nice to see Tony Randal in it also! (I am still a little upset that Greg doesn't know who Audrey Hepburn is...)

So the moral of this story is... in order to be friends with me you should call me whenever you go to Tahoe and you MUST know who Audrey Hepburn is and seen atleast one of her movies.

*reading previous post* Apparently, I leave, and I bring sanity with me. Not that I use it or anything....

Anyway, I have just returned from my long awaited (and slightly dreaded, though for no good reason but an mildly annoying relative) family reunion. I'm happy to say that I was a lovely time for everyone, though there was a horrible accident. I'll relate the accounts as they happened.

We were supposed to leave the house around 10am to pick up my brother. So we left around 10:30am, and hit nasty traffic on 680 and I-80, which I had the pleasure of sleeping though. Nothing really exciting happened on the road, and we arrived around 5pm to my cousin Dale's vacation house on the South Shore of Lake Tahoe.

I'm sorry, did I say house? I'm not sure what to label it. Suffice to say, it has about 12 rooms, 3 or 4 bathrooms (that I know of), a huge kitchen, and a guest house with about 3 bedrooms of it's own. And when I say the house is on the south shore, I mean it's *on* the south shore, with it's own private beach, boat house, and dock. And my father had been worried about where we were all going to sleep.

Anyway, we arrived, I threw my stuff on the bunk bed I was sharing with my cousin Lauren, and proceeded to greet and hug relatives I hadn't seen in 4 years, play with cousins who were infants the last time I saw them, and happily shoot the breeze with my other cousins. I was worried that I might have to theaten one of them with bodily harm, since I nearly killed him the last time I saw him due to his cocky, annoying, nature, but he'd grown up a lot (and I mean a lot, the boy is probably about 6'5" by now... O_o), and so all was well.

Then, while playing with my cousin's son, Jordan, we entered the house to hushed whispers and some very worried relatives. My Aunt Karen had taken a bad fall, and an ambulence was on it's way. We thought she'd just broken some fingers, and scraped herself up really badly. But when my Uncle Jack (her husband) called later, it turns out in that nasty fall, she'd dislocated her fingers, broken bones in her hand, and ruptured her spleen. She was going into emergency surgery almost immediatly, only waiting for the chief of surgery being to arrive.

Yeah, that put a bit of a damper on things. But my cousins (they're all adult and stuff, being about 15 years my senior) constantly called with updates, and we kept Jordan and Taylor, Aunt Karen's grandkids, distracted, and since we knew she was going to be okay, we all sat down to dinner, worried, but relieved that she was going to be okay.

That night, we engaged in a Frost family tradition of trying to take each other's money. Yes, that's right, we're all addicted to poker, and that first night I took everyone's money. Ahh... life is sweet. The insults that were traded were quite lovely, not to mention the swearing. Nothing like reveling in the maturity of adulthood. ^^

The next day, we continued to indulge in too much food, alcohol, and the comic attempt at swimming in Lake Tahoe. Now, the previous day, I had chased Jordan (I think he's 4 or 5) around the beach, in and out of the water, and it had been almost warm. But Sunday? Nooooo.... the water was okay, but the stiff breeze was horrid, and while we did walk out into the lake about 200ft out (it's really shallow for a good long ways out), the water, and weather, only got colder as we went. We gave up, and I ended up in the hot tub watching my cousins kids (there are many of them. I feel old.) romp about, try to drown each other and take me with them. My Aunt Karen was in the ICU, recovering, but the morphine prevented any sort of conversations. Uncle Jack, and my cousins, Jack and Lauren, said that visiting was probably a bad idea, so we kept ourselves satisfied with frequent calls from them.

That night, once again, poker was indulged in. Karma came back and bit me in the ass, and I lost all but a dollar of my money at the girls table, while Lauren cleaned us out. At the men's table, my Uncle Bob made an amazing comeback, and won much money from the rest of my family. And after that ended around 12:30, I proceeded to escort my mildly inebriated brother Sean and cousin Ben to the casinos, where I proceeded to loose $10 at nickel slots, and Ben and Sean to loose a bit of money at roulette. They also proceeded to have three more drinks each. I had to drive, so I couldn't indulge. Suck.

We got back at around 2:30am, and proceeded to crash. My brother was suffering the effects this morning, at which I laughed, and we left the cabin at around 10:30, with many goodbyes, and promises of keeping in better touch. We stopped by the hospital (which was really abandoned, and tucked where you'd never find it unless you *knew* where to look), and saw Aunt Karen, who didn't look great, but then I know of very few people who look good in the ICU. After that, we proceeded home, and now I am back in San Jose, and will be returning to Santa Cruz later this evening. All in all, with accidents not withstanding, it was a lovely weekend, and I realized how much I love my extended family. We're going to try and keep in touch more often, and hopefully, since we all have e-mail now, it'll actually work this time. ^^

Jeez, you stayed and read this whole thing? Don't you have anything better to do? Shoo! ^^

Beware the small mechanical dutch children from "It's a small world" at Disneyland who have escaped the happiest place on earth, changed their theme song to "Come on Eileen", feed only on Lara's breast milk and are managed by Dork and Dorby as the opening act for the 'American Idol' tour.


What? You want me to explain that one?

Off to see the sneak preview of The Italian Job tonight... hope it's good! Will post thoughts (as well as my thoughts on Reloaded) in the near future...

Dear God, it appears I may have to sell my kidneys...

The Music are playing in the City Tuesday night.

Mogwai plays there next month.

Holy CRAP!

You could be sitting at home surfing for porn, or you could be listening to my show on the Real Life Radio stream right now....


Forget the porn..


Go to the Real Life Radio site and figure out how my radio show can get you laid. (DISCLAIMER:: DJ Devinoch's radio show stands very little chance of actually getting you laid. He is, in fact, making this up.)

Aaaah! Buffy ends tonight! Aaaah!

And season finale of 24 tonight too... and there's a third season coming. Man, Jack just has tons of bad days, y'know?

I know, I know, I keep promising an E3 report. Soon.

Oh and Christy...

I guess Cliff isn't your little puppy. I just meant that he was cute and furry and fun to cuddle with!

Ah ha! So I am back!

Well Everyone else went home on Friday, Greg and I came home today. (Sunday). It was a good trip. Also, Disneyland says hello!

I think the best part of this trip was that it was a big ego boost for myself.
1) A fan of Greg's recognized me first and then realised that Greg was the gentleman with me.
2) A fan asked Greg to draw a sketch for him. But once Greg started to draw Greg, the man stopped him an declared that he wanted a sketch of Lizzie.
3) Tycho actually remembered me by my name.

So yeah. It was good that way. But I am tired. 3 days of walking around a crowded conventions to another day of walking around a crowded amusement park. =0P

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What can I say? I was bored...


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"Ian just confused the words 'halter-top' with 'strap-on.'"

Some sentences cannot be explained away, no matter how hard you try...

News from the road crew on the way back from E3: Apparently they're on the 5 ("we can't be lost, we're on I-5") and hungry enough to eat the first of them to die in their party.

Well, nobody died, but Erich was sleeping so they figured that was good enough. The red vines had long since stopped sating their need for food. So from the deep bowels of the minivan they crept slowly towards their target.

All of a sudden the driver said, "Wait! I see a sign! I can't quite make it out, but... Yes!"

The sign was one of many they had ignored when the hunger was not clawing at them from the inside. Nor was it as unimportant as the signs declaring CAMPING NEXT EXIT. This was the sign they wanted to see ever since they passed the last NEXT GAS 32 MILES sign. This was the FOOD NEXT EXIT sign.

A cheer rose up throughout the group. Erich arose to the cheers, recognized his own hunger and remained oblivious to the fact that just moments before, his own life hand been hanging on the precipice. A tinny voice from within the cell phone requested that the restaurant of choice be a famed 24 hour diner. Luckily, none of those were to be had at said rest stop. The car was parked and the people ate. And I assume it was good. Because I wasn't there.

I wish I had time to make a long post about E3, but right now we just don't have the time. We're heading off for Day 3 shortly, so I'll make some sort of uber-post when I'm back in the Bay area. Until then, you can dream about what's going on, because I'm too busy actually doing it to stop and tell you about it.

Did I mention that my mom came down to the condo? She and I spent the last few (four or five) hours scrubbing the floors and sinks in the kitchen and downstairs bathroom. And we're not done with those rooms yet. Next up, bleaching. Good thing Sherrie's not here, the fumes might send her to Dominican. Don't want that.

Too bad there isn't a device available to the public that can tell you how many brain cells you kill by doing certain things. Maybe there is, and maybe it's making it's debut at E3. Someone send me a postcard if you can find it. Because I am definitely losing brain cells.

*takes a moment for dead brain cells*
*forgets what she was doing*
*raises her head and grabs the Tilex*

Must....Clean...

Thank God for Third Eye Blind... it's been a long, long, long, long, long day, but the new Third Eye Blind album (and having good friends close at hand) has helped. Still missing you though, Christy...

Now's my chance...they're all in LA LA land. Time to take over the site for awhile, who's in? Anarchy, I say, anarchy!



Either that or we should put the squirt in charge. Hmmmm....

I am SO not a morning person...

Oh well, the sacrifices I make for E3. As I'm writing this, Greg and Liz are probably pretty close to getting on the road and will be here in a few hours, so I'm throwing everything together for the trip. I like packing last minute. Gives me plenty of freedom to snag whatever I want.

Time to prep for the really big show. That's right, the majority of The Touched crew will be down at E3 this week. Greg, Liz, Dave, Erin and myself will be down at E3 taking in the sights, the sounds and the smells of the biggest gaming show on Earth. (Christy isn't coming, for several reasons, but the one I'll share being that she wants me to have my time to "geek out" by myself...) I'll try and post impressions each day here so you can hear all about what we're excited about, but remember, I'll also be shopping my resume around, so it's not all fun and games for me... some of us still need to find jobs.

On the plus side, new Third Eye Blind album comes out tomorrow so I'll have good tunes in my possession. Should be a trippy ride. Hold the hell onto something...

It's been a while, I know, and this chapter isn't much, but it's all I have at the moment. Feedback, as always, is appreciated. And if you haven't read what's gone before, you can read everything but the latest chapter in the Barrenhollow saga here...

“Barrenhollow Blues”
A serial novel in progress (Week 6 of ???)
By Cliff Hicks


It’s amazing how the powerful can carry such an air of knowledge until you call their bluff and ask to see their cards and they come up short. The Fist hadn’t known anything. River hadn’t said anything, if he’d even known anything, which I’m not so sure that he did. It seemed like Barrenhollow’s most influential criminals were losing touch with the word on the street. Or maybe there is no word on the street and that’s the problem.

Ah, hell. Maybe it would be wiser to go somewhere higher up. Someone towards more of the top. Someone higher up in the circles of Barrenhollow instead of the thugs and streetcorner vendors. But that would mean I’d have to deal with Dahlia. And I don’t particularly want to deal with Dahlia. But I’m not sure I have much of a choice at this point. I was honestly running out of options and didn’t like the fact that it felt like my information had dried up like the desert. Information was the greatest currency in the city. To be without it was be worse than poor. If you weren’t in the know in Barrenhollow, you weren’t worth knowing.

“Barrett?” Cordy’s voice snapped me out of my idle thinking. “Are you alright?”

Outside of The Fist’s mansion, I was still standing with Cordy at my side. I’d been lost in the thought of the moment, running over the last few days in my head, trying to work out what it all meant. And unfortunately, I wasn’t making any headway. It kept going around in circles over and over again, from the stones to why people wanted them to the hitmen that had come bursting through my door. We were being pressed between two countries without a good reason why. And I was starting to get caught up in the mental chicanery again when Cordy’s voice broke the silence yet again. “Barrett, what are you thinking about?”

“I’m just trying to think what our next move should be, Cordy. I’m trying to think of who could tell me what the hell is going on here.”

“Oh.” She seemed upset by that, nervous at the fact that I didn’t have all the answers. “Who are we going to talk to next?”

“Not we, Cordy. Me. I’m going to talk to a few people on my own, so that I can see if I can get some information.”

“Barrett, you’re the one who told me I should come with you.”

“That was for dealing with the Fist. I liked having you there to distract him a little bit. It let me watch him and figure out what he was thinking without worrying about revealing too much. But these people, the ones I’m going to have to go talk to now? They’re not the kind of people who’ll be distracted by you. In fact, they’d probably be cross if I didn’t come alone.”

Cordelia sighed slowly, looking down at her feet before looking back up at me once more. “If you think it’s best, Barrett…”

“I do, Cordy. I wish I could bring you along, but it wouldn’t help things any. It’d only make things worse. Sorry.”

“Ashe will probably be glad to have me home anyway,” Cordy said, rejectedly. It was hard to leave her while I continued to go out and work, but this was, in truth, going to be difficult enough without her presence. “You’ll come get me as soon as you’re done talking to them, right, Barrett?”

“As soon as I can, Cordy, I promise,” I told her. She nodded and mounted her horse, blowing me a kiss before she rode off. It wasn’t something I was fond of doing, but … well, she and Dahlia had not gotten along famously and it would only make things more difficult in the long run. Besides, after Dahlia, I had been considering talking to Faltone, and Faltone didn’t like anyone, especially women. When Cordy rode off, though, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness, almost as if sending her away would only complicate things between her and I.

As if they weren’t too complicated already.

Slowly, I climbed atop my horse and pulled my cloak around me. It was starting to move into evening, which meant I had to hurry to find Dahlia. She certainly was no night creature, so if I didn’t find her before the sun set today, I would have to wait until it arose tomorrow. But I certainly wasn’t eager to see her again, no matter how much I needed her help.

Ex-lovers are like corpses – you should bury them unless you have no other choice.

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Like I said, not much, but all I've got right now.

I wrote this in class. And I can't drive home, I think I would crash if I tried. So I need to let people read this. Maybe some understanding will take place.

5/5/03, 7:02pm
I'm having a hard time dealing with life lately. Friends are supposed to support you, right?

You can't answer, why do I even ask?

I told Young I wanted to get my weapns out of my room, because I didn't want to be tempted. Half of me thinks I'm over-reacting. The other half wonders what it would feel like.

I'm worried about myself. But how do you force yourself to do something that you don't want to do? How do you do something to help yourself when you don't know what to do?

All I know is that I don't want to go home. That's bad.

When the sight of your friends makes you want to run far away, I consider that bad too.

And of course, there's the hard fact that I do consider them my friends. And I don't want to lose that friendship. But if I want to kill myself because of it? Then what do you do?

What do you do?

Killing is not an option. I'm not that desperate. At least I hope I'm not. I know I don't want to do anything. But, honestly, no other options come to mind. Well, other options come to mind, but they're none of them things I want to do. They involve never seeing people again, and I would hate that. I just keep thinking that if I'm such a horrible person, why should I even be around?

And I'm lazy. You'd think that'd be a notch in the knife's favor, but me being the actor I am, I'd have to do the dramatic thing, and the dramatic thing is just too much work.

But I can't make how I feel be seen. They don't believe me. They never believed me before, why would they believe me now? I hardly believe myself anymore, even though I know I'm telling the truth. But if my friends say I'm lying, then I must be. How can I have faith in myself when they don't.

It's not all my friends. Not by a long shot. But enough of them seem to. The ones I care about. Hah, I care about them all. But they don't think so. I'm just selfish because I think I care, but I don't.

But when just a few don't believe you, then what do the others really think?

I still don't want to go back to the house. I don't think driving to San Jose is a good option right now. My hands/arms/mind aren't so steady right now.

But I have nowhere else to go...

I have returned.

Not that I went very far, mind you, but for anybody who actually cares (all... well, none of you probably), I'm back again. ^^

I went skiing. I forgot to mention that. My dad decided to have an impromptu "lets have a family outing!" thing, only without my mother, since she's down with bronchitis again. She didn't mind. Us out of the house was probably very relaxing for her. That way we weren't constantly breathing down her neck to *REST*. She probably got more rest with us gone. ^^ Anyway, so we went to Lake Tahoe (North Shore, if you're wondering), and stayed in probably the nicest, not horribly expensive motel I've ever stayed in up there. It even had a mini kitchen in the room.

Skiing itself was *really* good. The storm that just hit us left a ton of the loveliest powder I've ever had the privledge of skiing before in my life. We were at Squaw Valley, and at the peak (8200 ft), the snow was still flying, making things perfect. Well, except for the windburn I got on my cheeks, 'cause I'm an idiot and I forgot my ski goggles. Sunglasses don't make up for that lack. There were hardly any other people up there (people seem to think that all the snow will be gone in May. Silly them), and my brother and I enjoyed 5 hours of happy, skiing goodness.

Of course, now I'm sore as hell, but it's a good pain. ^^ And the windburn smarts a bit, but that'll teach me to forget my goggles.

I gambled a little too. Lost most of it. But I won $8 at the nickel slots, so those have become my gambling vice of choice. ^^

Okay, enough babble. I need to help my mom with dinner.

Saw Confidence last night. It's definitely a film for people who are crime film afficiandos... others may or may not enjoy the movie. People seemed to have mixed feelings about it, but Christy and I both enjoyed it.

Oh, never again should I be awake at 6:45 a.m. Let me stress that... NEVER AGAIN

Looking for an interesting and yet edgy movie that speaks to teenagers without patronizing them? Have you seen Better Luck Tomorrow yet? You really should...

We found Mongolian BBQ without that much effort this time.

Perhaps we are no craftier than the ninjas... we'll see...

Have you seen the new HULK trailer yet? No? I think you wanna...

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