8/29/05
OK, I am becoming a myspace whore. I didn't think I'd really get into it, but low and behold, I am on there everyday getting more friends, working on my profile and completely neglecting my life and porn time. I don't know why either, it's very addicting. For me it's like I'm actually seeing who my friends are, not having to think, "Hmmm, is he a friend or not?" No more do I question this, no sir, now I know! Manana is a big day, got the last day of shooting for the Skippy show pre-show video. The date is coming up quick for opening night, we're exactly 3 weeks now! Holy shit, time does go by fast, doesn't it. I'm really excited to see how this is going to turn out. I've sent out invitations to The LA Weekly and the LA Times to come see the show, I hope they do. It would be nice to have real reviewers come see it. I have a feeling that they'll either hail this as being a 'fun, quirky, demented, brilliant piece of theater' or 'complete shit'...either way I'll have a review. If anyone reading this works for a publication in the LA area and wants to come review the show, shoot me an email. Well, I'm off to rest and dream of rave reviews.

8/27/05
My god, I have not played in front of a crowd sooo devoid of humor in a long time. I did...I should say, Skippy did a spot tonight at the Comedy District tonight and the crowd did not get it. I had a feeling it wouldn't work, but I needed to practice the character for the show, so I went up. The comics loved it, but the crowd...uh no. Now, I found out something after the show. There was this girl in the front who would not laugh at anyone, I mean the whole crowd sucked, but this girl especially. So when "Skippy" went up, "he" used her in the show and did his 'pick up lines' to her. If you know the character, you can imagine "his" pick up lines. I'll give you an example, "Pardon me miss, are you a model? Because I would love to fuck you in your ass." Got it? OK. So anyway, this girl didn't budge, as a matter of fact, she seemed rather frightened. Well I figured she would be, again, the crowd sucked. So after the show I'm in the showroom and the host, Pat Mellon, was talking to the girl and her friend. So they leave (without looking at me) and Pat tells me that she is 12 years old! What the fuck!? I was soooo embarrassed, I couldn't believe that I said that to a 12 year old. That lasted for about a second and then I realized, What the fuck is a 12 year old doing sitting up front at a comedy show on Saturday night!? She was there with an (obviously) older friend, why would she bring her there. And this girl did not look 12, I mean I can usually tell a legal from an ill, but this girl was totally fooling everyone. Shit, I'm wondering if she'll be in therapy in 10 years, "And then this freaky old comedian fucked me in the ass!" "No Jenny, that never happened, you're remembering a comedy show." Today was full of a lot of nothing, although I did work on my MySpace page, check it out. I guess this is the new thing, huh? It's amazing, Dane Cook has over 400,000 friends on myspace. The man knows his shit, I tell you what. Well, I want to start using that site to promote myself, so request to be my friend and I'll addja on. I'm watching late night TV now...can't they get better actors to do those testimonials? "I...uh, I got six-hundred dollars for...uh...my gold...". Jesus, I'll do the thing for $50 and a nice dinner...yes, I'm that poor. OK, my laptop is heating up and I'm starting to sweat, so I'm off.

It's coming...

8/26/05
Afternoon my bloggers...yes, tis a rare afternoon blog entry. Well, first of all, I want to say that I am quite over my last blog subject. I knew I would be, I literally wrote that three hours after the incident, so it was still fresh in me. On the bright side, I'm pretty sure that "poker" analogy will make a great bit soon. But here's a little post mordum regarding that whole situation. The woman in question posted about the incident on her blog and actually took an excerpt from mine. (Although the only thing that pissed me off about it was that she didn't include the poker thing) Listen my dear (because I know she's going to read this), I am grateful that you were EVENTUALLY honest with me, but what you were feeling should've been made clear from the beginning. What you basically did was lead me on. Now again, I am stressing that I am over the whole thing, what I'm doing now is making a point. If you go out on a date with someone, you should know then and there if you are attracted to them sexually. And hell, I'll even give you a second date because I've been there myself. But after that, if it's not working for you, if you aren't feeling it, you don't kiss them, you don't cuddle with them and you certainly don't invite them to sleep over. Even if you're not sleeping together at the sleep over, that's still a very strong signal that you are interested in taking it to the "next level". So ladies, let that be a lesson to you, be honest from the beginning. If she had said right after the first or second date, "You know what, you're a great guy and I really like you, but I just don't feel anything more than a friendship." I honestly would've said, "Oh, well I appreciate you being honest with me, I can't say that I'm not disappointed, but I understand." And I'm sure we would've been fine. So dear, that's why I got so upset, that's why my last blog entry was so...angry - and honest. Whew, glad I got that out of my system. You know, a lesser man might take a quote from her blog and post it here, but I'm not a lesser man, so instead I will quote from the blog of comedianne Tina Dupuy:

God I love her. What else to report? Well, the new look of the Superdork! CD and What Are You Laughing At!? DVD are just about done, and they look great! A big thanks to Adam Cohen for doing the graphic work and to Candice Shores for taking the pictures. And as I mentioned in my last newsletter, if you have the original CD and/or DVD, don't worry, there is nothing different about the content on the discs, it's just the look that's changed. I hope everyone in Florida is alright, I know my family is, so I'm relieved. Hurricanes can be scary, I lived through Andrew back in '92, and it could've been so much worse. I remember the storm was coming right toward us and then took a little dive and hit Miami hard. I heard that's what happened this time too, although don't quote me on that, I just heard it second hand from my dad. But you know what accured to me? When Hurricane Katrina was hitting the coast, it created a lot of big tides and ocean activity. So I guess you could call it Katrina and the waves! Who gets that joke? Anyone? I'll even add to it. And when the storm has passed and the clouds clear away, then everyone will be...walking on sunshine! Come on! That's fucking brilliant! Anywho, I'm off to do some writing with a comedy buddy of mine. I'll see ya'll later.

8/22/05
Fuck women! Fuck'em! Fuck'em! Fuck'em! "Geez Flip, what the hell happened to you?" Ladies, I don't get you. In case you can't tell already the "certain 'special' young lady" whom I have been hanging out with is no longer being hung out with. I know that didn't make sense, but I'm pissed, tired and full of Apple Jacks, so allow me some leeway, k? I get a call from her, and she's all sweet and says (imagine a very sweet, high-pitched, cutie voice) "Flippy...we need to talk." I'm like, "What?" She says, "I'm pregnant...ha ha ha..." Oh, so she was joking, ok. "No, I'm not pregnant", "Well that's good", "I was kidding about that...but not about needing to talk." WHAT!? She actually did the "Hey, I'll make him laugh so that when I hit him with the shitty news, he'll be in a good mood." Yeah, fuck that. So she says, "I don't think this is going to work out." "Why?" "Because I'm an idiot. Oh god, I'm not really good at this, so I'll just say it, I'm not attracted to you sexually." "What?" "I'm such an idiot, you're such a great guy and you're so awesome and I really like you, but I just don't feel it." To which I said, "Then you know what, you are an idiot." I'm sorry ladies, but that's bullshit. If this were a first, or even second date, and she told me that, fine. I've been there, I understand. But we've been talking for a month and have been hanging out almost everyday for the past week. We hadn't had sex, but we've kissed, I've slept over her place twice! You know something, my body hasn't changed in a week, how in the holy name of Jennifer Lopez's ass can you say you're not sexually attracted to me now? And usually in situations like this I might be a sweet guy and say something like, "Well, that's ok. I'll cya later." And chuckle and make some cute joke, fuck that! I told her she's an idiot if that's the only reason. I'm not going to walk away letting her think that I'm ok with this, that's bullshit. I really liked her too. I'm not in love with her, I'm just liked her. And I'm sure I'll be fine soon enough, just right now, I'm fucking pissed. I mean what the fuck? Look, I know I'm not "built", I don't have rippling biceps, long flowing hair and a tight ass. I know that. I have scrawny arms, a little gut and an ass so flat you can balance a shelf on it. (WARNING: EGO MOMENT AHEAD!) But I also know that I'm a good looking guy (not hot), but good looking. When I'm in a relationship I'm faithful, sweet, romantic and everything that women claim they want. Yet why do I seem to find these women. The ones who say they want all that, but also muscles and whatnot. Now mind you, she didn't say that, she never said she wanted muscles and shit, but I don't see what else it could be. And another thing, she has no idea what kind of lover I am. I could've been the best sex she ever had, but I guess she'll never know. I'll just say this: Lookie here!...and I know how to use it! It just seems like this is yet another in the never ending parade of women that I start to like and who fuck me over. And I don't want this to turn into a pity party blog entry, I'm just sick of this shit. The second I start to let my guard down and actually like someone, the rug gets pulled out from under me. God, this is so going to screw up the relationship I have with someone who generally likes me. She'll do something really sweet and nice and I'll just think, "She's being too nice for a reason...she's going to dump me and she wants me to be happy when she does it!....She's massaging me, hey, I'm relaxed...TOO RELAXED! What's she scheming now?..." I think that when you get in a relationship with someone new, the ex's that fucked you over in your past have to call up your new girlfriend and apologize for fucking you up. How great would that be? "Hi, yeah, I know he's really insecure, that's my fault. I dumped him on Valentines Day and then fucked his best friend. Sorry." At least she'll understand and know it's not my fault. But back to the recent byatch. Why would she lead me on like that? Why would she go out with me all the time, hang out, say how great she thinks I am, let me spend the night with her TWICE and then say this? Looking back on it there were signs, although that's not an excuse. Like she never wanted to kiss with tounge..FLAG! And after 5 or 6 dates, we still didn't sleep together, hell, I never even got to second base. Maybe I should've asked, but I just thought she was being extra careful cause she had "been hurt before". So me, being the nice, sweet, stupid guy that I am, I never questioned it. Meanwhile she'd just been screwing with me. It's kinda like poker really, she was bluffing feelings. Think about it. Like if dating were like a game of Texas Hold'em: We're both sitting at the table with our cards (our feelings), and as we play (go out on dates), we're putting money (or emotions) into the pot (or relationship). So I'm sitting there with a King and a Jack in my hands and the flop is a King, Nine and Two. OK, I have a pair of Kings, so I open with drinks. She calls the drinks and raises to dinner. Hmm, I wonder if she has anything, ok, I call the dinner. Here comes the Turn, it's a Queen. Still with the pair, I raise to a movie, she quickly calls the movie and raises to a spending the night!...but not sleeping together. Holy shit, she's probably got the inside straight draw, she has to be going for it. See, that means she's got ligitimate feelings and she's starting putting real emotions into this relationship. I call the spending the night. And here's the River, it's a Jack! I've got two pair! I'm ready to go all in with sleeping together. SHE FOLDS!? Are you shitting me? She shows her cards...a Two and a Seven...you were bluffing with a pair of Dueces!? What the fuck!? She says, "Well, I thought something might come up later." Why even go in that far when you didn't have anything to bet with? Fuck. Go play the slots, that way you play with yourself and no one gets hurt. So now I win the pot of emotions, but it's all bad emotions. It's anger, frustration, confusion, all of the things that I have way too much of. Well, I could go on, but you get the point, I'm just pissed. On the plus side, you guys got to see a good blog entry. Hell, one of the better ones I've had in recent days. So from now on, I guess I'll just be a dick for awhile. And if any of you ladies want a reason, I'll email you her number and you can ask her...or the many number of twunts who fucked me over. Night.

8/21/05
OK, so I've been getting some negative feedback regarding my last post, hey, I said it was disgusting, but ok, I won't post anymore about my bodily functions. No poop, no pee, no fart, no puke, no sex...that's right bloggers, no juicy sex stories from yours truly. Guess you'll have to find your porn on your own like I do. Tonight was great! I did my last show in Brea for the week and the crowd was wonderful, but what made this especially fun was that I brought out "Little Skippy" for the first time in public. For those who don't know who Little Skippy is, he is the puppet version of Skippy Greene that Puppet Lady made for me and the show. About 70% of the crowd loved it, the rest were...uh, shall we say, taken aback by him. I don't care, it was great. After I did about 10 minutes of my regular act, I said that there was a comic there who is a big influence on me and I wanted to bring him on stage. But before I did, I put on a surgical mask because I said I was a "germaphobe" and do go this long without a mask was hard for me...people were confused, and I think a bit offended. But when I took the Skippy puppet out of the bag, people started to get it. And then it was just magic...for 70% of them anyway. Here are some pics: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4. Doesn't he look fantastic!? I'm really excited about this show, I have this feeling that the show is going to be pretty big. I'm pretty tired now, had a late night...wink-wink. That's right, I watched the Rocky marathon on TBS! What did you think people, that I got laid? Hardly, besides, even if I did, I can't tell you, :P I'm watching a special on King Tut, it's really interesting. I find this stuff so amazing; all that history, all those artifacts, just tucked away for thousands of years in darkness. And then one day someone finds it buried in the sand and all of that history is brought into the light...literally. I mean to think that maybe something of mine will be lost after the apocolypse (thank you George W.) and in a few thousand years the future humans, or hell, even aliens will discover it and wonder, "Who was the Flip? Why did he draw these pictures of women's breasts? Why didn't anyone bang him?" OK, maybe not that, but you get the point. I'm off to bed, night all.

8/19/05
I am tiiiiired right now, I've been feeling so run down today, allergies and a stomach ache that would choke a camel. Don't know how that's possible to choke a camel with a stomach ache, but it's the saying. WARNING! DISGUSTING STORY AHEAD! I was driving to Brea today for my show, and right around where the 10 freeway meets the 60, my stomach started to speak. It said, "Hey Flip, we've got a problem down here." "What's up stomach?" "Well, you know that green tea and chicken you had a few hours ago?" "Yeah" "Well, we did our thing to'em, but now, they're ready to leave." "Oh, ok, well tell them that I'm in really horrible traffic now and that I'll let them out in about an hour." "Uh, that's not good enough..." And right at that point my ass started to quiver and I felt this...well, it can only be described as a...ok, do you remember that Who concert where all those people were crushed while trying to push themselves through the doors? Ok, that was my poop at the foot of my ass. And I'm in traffic, bumper to fucking bumper and my stomach's going, "We are at terror level red! Level red!" And my ass is going, "For God's sake, let them out!" And my poop's going, "We want out! We want out!" I pulled off the next exit, found an El Pollo Loco and had one of the best moments you can have. I know this is really gross, but I think a great BM can be better than sex. Then again, I haven't had sex in so long, maybe I'm just grateful for any kind of release. Wow, I guess my life is really boring when pooping is the subject of my blog. The week in Brea is going great, I've been having really good shows. I'm trying to do new jokes this week since I've played Brea like twice already this year. Oh, I have been hanging out with this really special lady recently...sorry ladies. :D She's really cool, attractive and fun...and she seems to like me too! Wow! She's probably reading this now looking for a mention of herself, she's so narcasistic...like me! I try not to make things bigger than they are at the moment, so I'm just enjoying the time I spend with her, and I do enjoy it. Well, I'm about to pass out. I think this blog will go down as the one that started shitty but ended pretty. Shitty! Fuck me I'm funny!

8/15/05
I really have to change that intro video, I'm sorry about that. I gotta tell ya, I am enjoying this new CD, it's called "Back to Bedlam" by this guy named James Blunt, he's like the #1 guy in England, but his stuff isn't available in the states yet. But you can download it on iTunes, go for it. He's really my style of music, I love that ecclectic stuff (did I spell that right Dave?) I love Jeff Buckley, Ben Folds, Radiohead, Ray LaMontage, Rufus Wainright, music that's off the beaten path you know? But then on the other hand, I also love "Weird Al", Billy Joel, Elton John...I'm actually looking at my CDs now to see what else I have...ELO, a shitload of showtunes, Eminem, I'm just all over the place. Fuck, why do I feel like I'm leaving a myspace profile. I have a profile on that, but I haven't done shit with it, I guess I should. I've seen so many people meeting people that way, not to mention the promotion aspect of it. I'm getting really excited about the Skippy show, I've got a rehersal tomorrow, going to show the director and Kyle the "gift" from Puppet-Lady...in case you didn't get it, she made me an amazing Skippy puppet for the show. She is fantastic! I'll post a pic soon, I don't want to give anything away too soon...yes, it's that good! Today was a dud of a day, just finished up my DVDs for Brea this week, and I'm doing the photo shoot for the new covers to "Superdork!" and "What Are You Laughing At!?" on Wednesday. I know what I'm going to do for the "Dork" CD, but still not sure what to do for the DVD. Hey, if you guys have any ideas, pass'em along, I've got a day. OK, I'm off to bed. Oh, I also want to wish my roommate a very happy birthday!...Happy Birthday Fred!

8/14/05
THANK YOU PUPPET LADY! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!! Puppet-lady has come through and given me a wonderful gift for the Skippy Greene show. I will be posting some pics of it soon, but trust me, it's a splendiferously, fantastical, incredible-spledible kinda thing I could ever wish for. Much gratitude to you my dear PL. Well I have been in a rather good mood lately, life seems to be evening out pretty well. I had a nice time the other night with a certain young lady...not that nice...but nice. It's nothing serious, just enjoying getting to know someone. But I had a bit of awkwardness, we went to the Improv because I had a spot there, and there was a girl at the club who I had gone out with. Nothing ever happened between the two of us, but I know she really liked me, so I got a bit of the cold vibe from her. Is that fair ladies? Just because a guy doesn't reciprocate your feelings, you have to make us feel bad about going out with someone else? And I'm not going out with anyone now NOR did I go out with her. I just don't want to feel like an asshole for not liking someone back. Wow, did that sound 7th grade. "You don't like me back, you're a weenie!" We said weenie where I came from. So anyway, to recap a very short blog, I'm happy, content and extactic (thanks again Puppet-Lady!). Hope you guys are smiling. Oh, for those of you on the mailing list, I'm sorry I haven't sent out an email in awhile, I've been busy. But I will get one out this week, promise. Night all....sidenote, it's about 2 hours since I made my post but I had to add something. I'm chatting with a friend and he's having some doubts about relationships and he said that he misses being single because you have, "....first dates, the excitement of the first kiss, the feeling of the first time with someone, new inside jokes...." to which I said, " yeah, and i'm sick of having SO MANY firsts...i want to start having forevers". For some reason that just struck me as relevant and perfect for what I've been feeling lately. I'm sick of playing the dating game. Anyway, don't know if that sounded stupid or sissy or whatever, but I just thought I'd share.

8/11/05
I'm so tired now, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night and I was up early to meet with a producer regarding my spot on "Inside Joke". My episode is going to air soon, I'll letcha'll know when...did I just say y'all...just call me Larry the Rabbi. "Git-R-Snipped!" Anywho, I had a set tonight at the Comedy District, it was really fun, a packed house. First time I've seen it packed. The set was really good except the "American Idol/Simon" joke fell flat on it's ass. The first time that's happened, very strange. It was like the set was in full swing and then the audience just shut down, not a peep, nothing. I know it happens, but this time it really threw me off. I had an interesting night outside of comedy, very level 8/9 shit. I'll try to open up about it without really opening up about it. Let's just say that tonight I did something that I've needed to do for a little bit and it involves a friend, an ex...well, one in the same really. It's strange how things from your past...waaaaay in your past....somehow still affect you. (I spelled it affect, not "effect", thank you Ludwig) I just know that what's going on with her now, I just can't be there for her. It hurts to say that, but for once I'm thinking of myself before her, and as much as it hurts, it also feels good. Strange isn't it? "It hurts and still feels good". I guess what I mean is that it's hard to say what I had to say, but I knew, for my own sake, it's the right thing to say and do. In the past she and I have had many times where we didn't talk for awhile, and with those situations it generally happened when she fucked up and I just said (to myself) "Fuck it, I'm done with her", and left it at that. There was no explanation from her, no bitch out from me, just a cut off of communication. This time I explained my position and what I'm feeling, she said her peace, and I made the decision not to talk to her for awhile. I feel strangely like I have taken a huge step. And let me say this too, I'm not in love with her anymore, so don't go thinking that I'm still not over my ex, that I'm pining away for her, it is not that at all. Again, it's just how things from our past can still affect us in the present. Shit, I think I opened up a bit too much there, you lucky dogs. Don't know if anyone is going to post about this on the boards, should be interesting though. Well, I'm off to bed, I'm tired and I have to get up early for a Skippy rehersal. Night all, thanks for reading.

8/9/05
Back in my own bed with my kitty cat laying at my feet...ain't life grand? So I'm at the Improv tonight...shocker...and I end up doing a quick spot, it went really well. I've got a new joke about Latina women that's working well. So I'm in the bar and I see this familiar girl standing with another comic...another look, it's Fiona Apple! No shit, Fiona Apple is dating a comic, how weird is that? This is the woman who dated PT Anderson ("Magnolia", "Boogie Nights" director) and now she's dating a comic. Makes me feel good about one day dating Jennifer Anniston. If anyone knows her, point her my way please. I don't know why, but she is so appealing to me. Although the celebrity I'm most attracted to is probably Rena Sofer...but she's married, so she won't be leaving him anytime soon. Or will she? We'll see. Hey, will she/we'll see...my god I'm brilliant! Anyway, things are going well over here, I'm in a bit of an emotional quandry right now, long story that I really don't want to go into now. No offense guys, but this kind of emotional turmoil is reserved for close friends, it's very level 8 kinda shit. For those of you who are new to the blog: Levels 1-3 of me are things like "comedy musings", "complaints about life or relationships in general", "political rants", things like that. Anything that's more personal goes into the levels 4-10, and those are off limits to public postings, sorry. Hey, if you want to know this shit, woe me into a friendship. Can you woe a friend? I know you can woe a lover, but a friend, I don't know. Anyway, I'm still on east coast time, so it's 3 AM for me, so I'm off. Night all...right crawl! Ha! Brilliant!

8/8/05
OK, first of all, I got the phone to work, so I'm keeping it. It seems that "all" phones (not counting handhelds) can only take 5-10 seconds worth of video, or so they tell me. If anyone out there has a regular phone that can take more video than that, let me know so that I may strangle my T-Mobile dealer. I'm at the airport now, my flight back to LA leaves in about an hour, luckily the Tampa Airport has wireless. I've noticed that a lot of airports are doing that now, it's very cool. They obviously realize that people are bored and sitting around on their asses is a lot more fun when you can look up porn. Ohhhh, why did I go there? BECAUSE I CAN! I had a great time working at McCurdy's this week, what a great club. And the crowds were great too, I had people come back to see me in the same week...how fucking cool is that!? Well, I need to get going, flight is boarding.

8/6/05
I hate waiting on customer service lines. The music is cheezy and every so often a nice, sweet voice says to you, "Thank you for your patience, someone will be with you as soon as possible." Fuck that, someone should be with me now, hey, if you know that you're going to be delayed so much that you have a recording appologizing, why don't you just hire more people? Hmmmm? I got a new cel phone (I know, I know, I just bought one a few months ago, but it stopped working and, honestly, it was just a bit too big for me) and I'm having problems transfering my phone numbers from my old phone to the new one. I know that I'll eventually figure it out...well, I hope or else I'm going to return this one. Oy. I wish I wasn't such a techi-nerd, that way I could just get a standard phone without all the bells and whistles. Nope, instead I have to get the one with the video camera, still camera, blue-tooth, dick sucking, singing, dancing, hoola-hooping and farting features on it. Why dear God why? OK, here's the first problem I'm having right now; this phone came with a video camera, cool right? Right. But it's only allowing me to shoot 5 seconds worth of video...who the fuck only wants 5 seconds worth of video!? So I'm on the phone with customer care and they don't know how to change it. And now I'm finding out more about what I was told I could do but can't. Fuck! I don't think this is worth it. I might just return this thing, I mean it's a great looking phone and in theory, it's a really wonderful piece of technology, but if this is what I'm going through the first day of having it...uh, I don't think so. BTW, I've been on hold now for at least 10 minutes waiting to talk to another operator about another problem. And this is all before I am going to call the manufacturer about the video thing. Shitty doo. Aside from all of this, I'm having fun in Sarasota, the shows have been really good. Last night I worked with an old buddy of mine, Lou Angelwolf, it was really great seeing him. I haven't seen him in about 4 to 5 years, and it's weird, when I was starting out, he was a big touring headliner and I was this little shit of an open miker, now I'm headlining and he's appearing with me. It's like I'm his peer now, and that is really cool. (2 HOURS LATER!) FUUUUUUUCK! I've been on the phone with these dicks for about 2 hours or so, and now I'm calling the manufacturer...AND NOW I'M ON HOLD AGAIN! You mother fuckers! People, let's revolt against these dick heads! Let's rise up in the streets and yell, "Hell no Moto, I won't holdo!" Come on you putz's. Fuck this, I'm returning this phone, it's not worth it. OK, now this is pissing me off. They (Motorola) says that the Razr V3 is NOT meant to capture video, only play it...YET...when you open the "video" section of the phone, it has an option to...drum roll...CAPTURE VIDEO!!!! What the flying shit? Was someone just fucking with the general public when they made this phone? "Hey, let's put a video capture option and let them take only 5 seconds of video, but tell them that you can't!" Just hung up with them and according to Mr. Moto, the video is only a "sample feature" of the phone. Ah...so you're blue balling us! Gotcha. You know what, I hate it when women do it to me, and certainly don't appreciate a phone company doing it to me. At least with the woman I can think of her later while finishing off, can't do that with a phone, can I? I'm off to return this thing and get a simple phone I guess. Word to the wise, technology ain't all it's cracked up to be.

8/2/05
I'm in Orlando, tomorrow I have to get up and drive to Sarasota (about 2-3 hours) for my show, so I am making this short...thanks to Jade for letting me crash with him. Fuck, that was short, night!