Remember the time I moved to New York?

Okay, so it hasn’t actually happened yet. But my employer finally gave me permission to move, and they asked me to hurry up and do it as soon as possible. In their estimation, that’s November 1.

This begs the question, anyone wanna buy some furniture?

Indie 103.1 is celebrating the life of Johnny Ramone by playing nothing but Ramones all evening. I’ve been listening for about an hour now, and I’ve known almost every song. Apparently I’ve always been a big fan of the group but didn’t know it.

Marchy and I decided it would be cool if someone compiled a book of Broadway pranks. It would be full of anecdotes from Broadway actors, much like Making It on Broadway. However, instead of telling stories of life in New York, the actors would recount stories of pranks or bloopers onstage and offstage during shows.

For instance, if Musical Theatre West’s Les Miserables: School Edition were a Broadway show, we’d include the tale of Alex falling in battle and then whispering, “I got shot in the spleen!”

A long time ago, the film compartment door on my camera broke, and I fixed it with some plastic putty stuff (which required very precise molding and sanding). Eventually I got a new camera, though, and the old camera went back in its box.

Last week I was thinking of selling the old camera on eBay, but I decided to find out first if it was possible to replace the film compartment door (so I wouldn’t have to describe the camera’s injury on eBay). I called up Canon, and they informed me that the replacement door would cost a whopping $8.70, including shipping. That’s less than the stupid plastic putty shit.

Next time I feel like a handy-man, someone please remind me about this.

Apparently the red-light cameras used at intersections in Costa Mesa, Irvine, Fullerton, Cerritos, and Long Beach were designed, built, and installed by a company called Nestor. That makes me feel guilty.

If I ever get an iPod, these are the albums from my collection that definitely need to be on it. They’re not necessarily my favorites, but they’re the ones that say “iPod” loud and clear.

Granted, I could also fit the rest of the albums I own on the 40GB iPod, but that’s irrelevant.

Ash and I tried to go to the beach yesterday, but we failed. It was way too crowded, and we didn’t have enough time before her babysitting gig, so we had to turn around and leave Balboa before we even found parking. It sucked. But then last night we went back, and we parked at the end of the Peninsula, and we walked out onto the beach and watched the waves for a while. I really do prefer the beach at night. Mostly because of the parking.

I was emailing back and forth with a friend this morning. The delay was getting annoying, so I typed: “Why don’t you get your ass online [on AIM] so we can talk like normal people?!”

Then I realized how stupid that sounded, so I backspaced and continued emailing.

Outlook Express thinks that the plural of weirdo is weirdoes, and it tried to correct me when I typed weirdos in an email this morning. But alas, Outlook Express was wrong, and I was right. According to Webster, the plural of weirdo is indeed weirdos. Oh, and I made up a rhyme to remind myself that I’m right: There’s no e before s, stupid Outlook Express.

Apparently I did a lot of driving yesterday.

I drove from Costa Mesa to Santa Ana to Costa Mesa to San Juan Capistrano to another location in San Juan Capistrano to another location in San Juan Capistrano to Laguna Niguel to Dana Point to Costa Mesa to another location in Costa Mesa to Santa Ana to Orange to Anaheim to Westminster to Buena Park to Fullerton to Costa Mesa.