I just spent four long hours in a muggy truck lifting heavy objects; my feet are sore and smell like dirty socks. Note to self... it's been seven years - time to get new shoes.

Last night Chuck and I dragged Amanda [kicking and screaming] out for a night of running around on camera, we decided it's boring to just make a video of us standing in front of famous objects waving like dorks, so instead we thought we would make a hint more interesting; so with no real opening or explanation, Chuck is being chased by Amanda through the streets of Universal City, down Hollywood Blvd., in and around the Kodak theater / Chinese theater, and in the subways. As of now, the video remains unfinished; it was around one o'clock and we told Amanda we would have her back by midnight since she had get up at six for work (so we suck). But in the end, we had a fun time and if we can come with something goofy for an ending than it should be online soon for all to see. I know... the suspense is terrible.

I think I will be marking sept 5th in my calendar; a US geophysicist, Vladimir Keilis-Borok has made the prediction that southern California [a 19,300-square-kilometer are of it at least] will by hit by a 6.5 earthquake by sept. 5th. Now, for our family members reading; don't be alarmed, earthquakes may do some damage to buildings but in general no one dies during them... if anyone does; it's due to some freak accident. I knew an earthquake would come some day... I suppose I was just hoping to ease into the experience; so much for that.

Blast! I was going to take some pictures with Chuck's digital camera but the batteries are dead. I could walk to the car and get more but I'm too lazy.

I have a dilemma; Ikea called me and offered a job [assuming my criminal background check comes back clean], but if I take it then Amanda and I will be on completely different schedules. Plus, we really like working with eachother. Do I take the Ikea job [which pays more, and has benefits] or do I stay with Amanda at the dirty Toys 'r' us unloading trucks under the hot California sun?

Well I would like to ramble on for another few paragraphs but Amanda wants to put in "Boyz in the Hood". Oh but before I go, I have to tell this funny [pointless] story: I was running out to the living room to look up a website I had book-marked on the Mac, and I was trying to be quiet because Chuck was passed out face down on the couch, right as I was making my way past him, out of no where, he woke up as if the police were kicking down the front door and he had a warrant out for his arrest. He jumped so suddenly that it actually made me jump, and then he just sat there on his side; disoriented and foggy-eyed, looking around trying to figure out "what the hell just happened". Perhaps you had to be there. Okay. Goodnight cruel world.