Triple Digits

Hit 100 today at Hollywood Death Cab. I was doing the Barker position, doing my best to rope in the tourists. Made some decent bread. I thought I would just be a puddle of base elements at one point, the heat was relentless. The very last thing I said before my supervisor yanked the mic outta my hand was:

"We're open 365 days a year. Well, except for Arbor Day. On that day -- we just go out and plant tree! Tra-la-la-la!"

I was doing a strange dance as I was singing.

Hollywood Deach Cab has had a mouse problem of late. Someone found a crippled mouse in the breakroom, and tried to nurse it back to health. Made a little bed for it, we were all taking turns feeding it.

Another guide said "You'll imprint on it!" and set the mouse free.

Then the two had a screaming match about the chances of survival this mouse had in the "wild."

The one guide is a muslim, and she tends to take any problem back to her muslim identity, i.e., the mouse was set free to punish muslims. She wears some Muslim garb when doing her tour, and management has asked her to cut back (especially after the bus bombings in London).

Management had to write a four page memo decrying keeping animals on public property, the London Plague and the way rabies victims are afraid of water.

A lot of production is back, and I should prolly try and line up gigs again, but I'm smack dab in the middle of a bizzy summer at Hollywood Death Cab. One of my gay lover's pals who promised work earlier, has been lecturing me as of late on why I don't need to get her help. She is a producer at the E channel. The lady's always claiming moral highground with me, and loves to play Mommy Hollywood. Zzzzzzzzzzz. She's not nearly as morally perfect as she thinks, I've actually heard some very juicey industry stories about this chick and why her various workplaces don't want her back. Every time I end up in her orbit, it's unpleasant.

I'm doing a cabret show for a friend tonight. It's his birthday and he's having a Cabaret-themed night out, I'm playing the Liza Manelli role that I used to do back in the day. Looking like a madman through all my old tattered costumes. Might have to thrift it to get my Liza on.

The tribunal is back in session. My gal lover's pal Blankie and friend Mooch were the ones who pointed me towards Hollywood Death Cab. They have these dinners were the muse on my next move. It's nice to defer your career path to a tribunal. I'm sure-as-shit outta ideas anymore.

Now, they've decided I need to WORK at Boozerelli's as a waiter. HUH? I have no desire to join the food service community, but they say it would be great because I'd get to play accordian! There's a lot of accordian playing that goes on at Boozerelli's, their gimmick is waiter's who can all squeeze the box. Supposedely industry types go to hear the accordian playing for kitsch factor. As much as the Hollywood Death Cab crew loves Boozrelli's, I've never seen the real industry types in here. Seems like more yucks for tourists and drunks, and H-wood is none the wiser that I exsist.