The Grand Ennui

Be Bop Re Bop

2009-09-18T05:27:00.004-04:00

I woke up at four thirty this morning and I was starving.
So I fixed something to eat.
But I can't eat alone so I turned on the television.
And a Glenn Ford movie was just starting.
And you know Glenn Ford.
Glenn's a righteous man
A passionate man
Always at odds with himself or society, or both
And it weights heavy on his soul.
And he's loud
And he wrings his hands
and wipes the sweat from his brow
And he thinks out loud
And he's indignant when people don't see it his way
And this movie was no different.
He worked for an airline and was investigating a plane crash.
And fifty three people were dead, damn it
And he needed to know why.
But Glen was a little too righteous, a little too passionate, a little too at odds, a little too indignant, and a little too loud this morning
So I turned off the television and here I am.

Sometimes.

2009-09-17T02:55:00.003-04:00

I had such a nightmare last night that I woke up at five thirty and didn't even think about going back to bed until seven thirty.

If you touch it, you bought it.

2009-09-16T02:57:00.004-04:00

Hey, it's me again.
Can't sleep.
How about you?
I'm listening to music right now.
Sort of sad folky music from the mid 60's.

I wonder if Asian girls with dragons tattooed on their backs like sad folky music from the mid 60's?
Yeah, it's pretty late.
Just after three in the morning, so I'll probably be sleeping till around noon again today, and I almost typed till noon tomorrow, but tomorrow is already today, and I hope I don't forget to make my meds again today.
Fucking bug is attacking my monitor. One of those little no see me's.(mes?)
Go find your own fucking light to be fucking attracted to(too?)

Whoa, I almost lost consciousness there for a second.

Anyone want to fuck, fight, or philander?

Is your boat still floating?

2009-09-15T20:34:00.003-04:00

I'm going to take a shower now.
Did I mention that I shaved my head?
It's cool, but now I have all this shampoo.
Ok, I still use the shampoo, but I just don't use as much.
Is this post going anywhere?
I think this is why I stopped posting in here.
My new tattoo itches, and is flaking.
Or is it flaking and itching?
I don't care.
There is a plastic rat on my desk.
Film at eleven.

Just another day

2009-09-15T01:40:00.004-04:00

Hey, how you doing?
I was going to post something tonight, but I got caught up with emails.
I have a lot of correspondence with women in prison, and they get kind of pissed off if you don't email them right back, I mean RIGHT BACK!

What can I say, confined chicks dig me.

Something, something, ass, ass, ass.

2009-09-13T03:05:00.008-04:00

Man, my fucking back really fucking hurts.
It's my lower back that hurts tonight.
But fuck that.
Did I tell you that I shaved my head?
Did I tell you that I got a giant dragon tattoo on my back?
Did I tell you that I just ate two peanut butter sandos at three in the morning?
What is it about me and three in the morning.
It's like I don't start feeling awake until three in the morning.
And more importantly, why do I find actress Jane Adams so incredibly sexy?

Jane Adams, the actress that I find incredibly sexy, and maybe I should write her a fan letter and tell her my true feelings, or better yet, maybe I should write some fan fiction where Jane Adams and I are stranded alone together on some desert island where our lives alone together are like the plot of an FX sitcom, where we can say shit once an episode and have fleeting blurred glimpses of my ass, and on and on and on and on and on, then suddenly ... I wake up in a cold sweat, my wife by my side, a wife that looks nothing like Jane Adams, and then I really honestly wake up for real listening to some song by Steve Earle, or Sheryl Crow, or They Might Be Giants, or the Pogues, or the Ditty Bops, or Jenny Lewis, or the Old 97s.
The end, while I am still ahead.
And how did I get tangled up in all these wires?

Sometimes strange people are just strange.

2009-09-13T01:49:00.003-04:00

So, I watched a movie tonight.
Ok, it wasn't a great movie.
Ok, it wasn't even a good movie.
Ok, it was barely a movie, but it was the kind of movie that I wanted to watch tonight, and it was, WAIT FOR IT ... House Bunny.
Yeah, the one where the former playboy bunny becomes a house mother to a broken down sorority, and I guess it was like a female virgin, I mean version, of Revenge of the Nerds, but not as funny, and not as good, but it was what I wanted to see, because I've been thinking some really heavy thoughts lately, and I needed a moron movie, and is that the way to spell lately, well, it will be after spellcheck.

And this is Connie Kreski my favorite playboy playmate of all time.

And I think she was my favorite playmate of all time was because I was seventeen, and she was the first playmate of the first playboy that I ever bought, and I hung her centerfold up in my closet in my bedroom, and I would stare wistfully at her for hours on end, well, I would stare wistfully at her for hours on end when I wasn't pretending I was Jim Morrison of the Doors in front of the mirror in my bedroom.

Jesu7s Christ, I mean Jesus Christ without the 7

2009-09-12T00:49:00.005-04:00

So, I was just just surfing around, and I found an old blog by an old blogger who doesn't blog anymore, and he had a link to a blogger that is still blogging, and that blogger who is still blogging had a link to here ... HERE!!!
Seriously, has it really been ... (March, April, May, June, July, August, September) six months since I posted, and was my last post really post 1398, and if it was, why didn't I at least stick around till I made post number 1400, and I think I'm going to post a picture of a half naked celebrity just for old times sake.

Here's to you Zooey Deschanel, Jesus loves you more than you will know

Woo, woo, woo.
Edited to add that she really isn't half naked, but in my mind she is.

There's nobody here, except the people who are always here.

2009-03-14T21:41:00.004-04:00

So, I'm sitting here, and I'm very hungry, I mean very hungry, I mean like I might pass out any minute hungry.
So, I mean, but, I don't know what to eat.
Maybe a Hungry Man Dinner, mmmmmmmmm, that sounds good, or maybe peanut bu ... no, none of that, or chicken broth, no way am I eating chicken broth, and you don't really eat chicken broth, do you, you just sort of let it slide down, and seriously after my liquid diet I don't care if I ever taste, (ha, you don't taste broth!) I don't care if I ever taste chicken broth again in my mortal life, and did I tell you that I spilt a whole cup of vegetable broth on myself while I was in the hospital, and I started screaming OWOWOWOWOWOWOW, which is not to be confused with WoW, which is still kicking my ass, I started screaming, ok, not screaming, but just a notch or two below screaming, yeah, I started screaming to the negative 2, and a shitload of nurses, and aides, and techs, and social workers, and that guy that used to be on TAXI all came running in thinking that I was about to fall, but I was sitting down, so I really couldn't fall, but they came running in anyway, and oh yeah, I wasn't screaming OWOWOWOWOWOW, I was screaming, well, you know, not quite screaming OWOWOWHELPMEHELPMEHELPMOWOWOWOWHELPMEHELPMHELPME, and they all came running in, and found out I wasn't falling, and maybe the broth wasn't all that hot, but it was hot enough to send me into hysterics, and to cut a long story short the staff cleaned me up, and made sure my secret parts didn't get burnt, and the incisions were ok, and to tell you the truth I felt kind of sheepish about all the hubbub, but not that sheepish, then I went back to bed and had some ginger ale.
I think I'm still hungry, back to you Felipe ...

Eh-thank you Mister Senor Boz.
Mister Senor Boz my friend Eduardo would like to come eh-visit me on my eh-day off ...

You don't get a day off.

Oh, I see Mister Senor Boz, I will eh-fix you eh-something to eat eh-now. Would you like some eh-Mofongo?

Why, oh why, did I eat ice cream right out of the carton at 8:00 in the morning?

2009-03-11T08:03:00.003-04:00

Because it was there.
Because I've really been on an ice cream binge since I got back from LA.
Because it was chocolate peanut butter swirl, or cup, or something like that.
Where's Felipe, I need somebody to draw my bath.
Ok, there really is no Felipe, that's just a character I came up with at the spur of the moment when I was writing an email to a friend that haunts the local drugstore looking for strange products that she herself would never use, but has no qualms about recommending to friends, like I said, Felipe is just a character I came up with at the spur of the moment when emailing a friend and it just flowed out of my mind, into my fingers, and then tippy tippy tapped from my fingers, to my keyboard, where it now resides in my computer and on my monitor, singing it's body electric across the world wide web forever and ever and ever.
I wish I hadn't eaten all the ice cream because I think I want some more.

The Adventures of Felipe, Boz's Slightly Effeminate Manservant. #2

2009-03-10T21:19:00.004-04:00

Hello, I am once again Felipe, Mister Senor Boz's slightly effeminate manservant.
Ever since Mister Senor Boz's eh-mucho serious health problems of the past few months. I have taken to eh-sleeping on a pallet at the foot of Mister Senor Boz's bed. Mister Senor Boz assures me that this is no longer necessary, but I can tell by the eh-tone in his eh-voice that he eh-longs for my companionship.
Mister Senor Boz is a proud man and oftentimes you eh-must listen to what he eh-means, and not eh-what he says.
Eh-scuse me, but I hear Mister Senor Boz eh-calling for my services from a room that is not this eh-room. Such is the life of a slightly effeminate manservant.

The Adventures of Felipe, Boz's Slightly Effeminate Manservant.

2009-03-10T16:21:00.008-04:00

Hello, I am Felipe, Mister Senor Boz's slightly effeminate manservant.
I am 25 years old, but I have been told frequently that I could pass for 15.
Mister Senor Boz has been very eh-busy lately and one of my new eh-duties is to make sure that Mister Senor Boz's delightful blog, The Eh-Grand Ennui, does not fall into disrepair.
Eh-scuse me now, I have to go take my music lesson. Mister Senor Boz would like me to learn to sing and play in the fashion of the post heroin addicted Eric Clapton so on nights when Mister Senor Boz has trouble eh-sleeping perhaps I can serenade him till slumber embraces him.

I heard that Eric Clapton song, where he pushes his son out the window, twice on the radio today.

2009-03-09T17:23:00.003-04:00

Hello, this isn't boz.
I'm just some guy who hacked into boz's blog today to see if he is keeping his word about re-inventing blogging.
So far, I'm not real sure.
I mean, you know boz as well as I do, and mostly his intentions are good, but yeah, he has a short attention span.
That's all, I've only got five minutes before the internet police can trace this hack.

Have you ever sneezed 15 times in a row? I have.

2009-03-08T12:56:00.002-04:00

Damn, it's like one in the afternoon, and I just got out of bed, you know, not because I'm lazy, but because of daylight savings time. I have this theory about daylight savings time, My theory is the day before DST starts or ends I always stay up as late as I can and then totally disregard the time change on the next day. Of course, this fucks up my whole day, but it's a small price to pay for my sanity, or my tenuous grasp on sanity, or my long walk off a short pier to the bosom of insanity.
Don't forget to turn the lights off when you leave, I'm going back to bed.

I don't know which clock to believe, the one that says 3:24, the one that says 4:24, or the one in my head that tells me that it's time to kill the ..

2009-03-08T04:23:00.003-04:00

monkeys, kill all the monkeys.

Just a picture of the mountains outside my airplane window on my flight home from LA. I did tell you that I was in LA, didn't I? Anyway, I don't know what mountains these are, they might be the ones around Los Angeles, or they might be the Rocky Mountains, or the lesser known Bullwinkle Mountains

I'm so very sleepy, but you know, when I close my eyes there's nothing there, well,
that's not really accurate, because if there was nothing there I'd probably be asleep, so there is SOMETHING there, it just isn't sleep. I think maybe it's a hologram of GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, yeah, that's it.

All my old blog friends are dead and gone ... sniff, sniff, sniffer-o-o-o-o

2009-03-08T00:06:00.004-05:00

Ok, I left one blog link, but that's mostly so I'll know how to post new blog links if I ever get any new blog links, but I'll tell you, they're all gone, ok I should probably link Malone's blog, cause he sort of still blogs, and did I tell you I met him when I was in LA, and we both said that we were going to re-invent blogging, but I think it's still in the planning stage, or maybe the procrastination stage, but uhhh ...
Long live blogging and ...
Long live the dancing baby.
Vive la baby!!!

Spring forward ... and fall flat on your face and get a nasty gash in your forehead, oh no, not me, not this year.

2009-03-07T22:10:00.006-05:00

Boz, what happened to your hair, I ask myself using the third person, which I have become so fond of.

Yesterday:

Today:

This is what happens when they ask if you'd like to try a #2 clipper attachment, and you're like, what the hell, it will always grow back if I don't like it.
It sort of looks like I'm getting ready for brain surgery, doesn't it.

Maybe this proves that I'm not such a nerd after all.

2009-03-06T18:04:00.003-05:00

Ok, World of Warcraft is kicking my ass.
My character's name is Bozbozenboz, and he's a human, and a paladin, and I really don't know what that is, but he has a big wooden hammer that he's supposed to kill things with, but so far all he has killed is a cute little bunny, and he's been killed twice, once by some kind of rat or something, and another time by a couple of teenage punks with spotty complexions hanging around outside the bowling alley, and to add insult to injury some level 14 geek with a character name of something like GoodKingPoofEnToofer called me a noob!!!
I have a long road ahead of me.

Nerd alert, nerd alert, nerd alert ...

2009-03-02T19:48:00.002-05:00

It's not my fault, I was brainwashed and re-programmed by the dvl family. Now I just need a suitable screen name, and a clue to what the fuck the game is all about.

More from LA

2009-03-02T17:13:00.003-05:00

This picture was taken from the terrace of the Beverly Plaza which is a huge mall just about a mile and a half from where dvl lives. The mall is like 15 stories high, and has all sorts of cool stores that I have never heard of, but they did have a Foot Locker and that is where I used my two $50.00 gift cards to buy myself two pairs of Chucks, and while we were on the terrace dvl drank a coffee from Starbucks (I think it was Starbucks.) and I drank a diet Coke from either a Chinese, Korean, or Thai restaurant.
This is probably the first of many pictures that I took of the hills surrounding the city, which of course, dvl was quick to point out that I must really love the mountains, and that was just before she tried to harvest my organs to sell on the black market and sell my soul to the Scientologists on Hollywood Blvd.

The Grand Ennui, and blogging in general, reborn!!!

2009-03-01T16:43:00.003-05:00

Talk about old school! Look who I met in LA, dvl and Kevynnn Malone, and we all agreed that it is time for a rebirth of blogging, normal people style.

Please dear God, don't let Will Smith produce, direct, and star in a movie about President Obama.

2009-01-24T19:33:00.002-05:00

I mean, he can do Bush if he wants, but NOOOOOOOOOOOObama.
Thank you.

No sleep

2009-01-23T10:59:00.000-05:00

Feel dead.
Must go back.
To bed.
Ack.

I hardly did anything that I wanted to do today.

2009-01-22T01:02:00.002-05:00

I didn't shave.
I didn't take out the garbage, but I can take that out in the morning, I mean, there's no big rush about it, because they never pick up until late in the afternoon, except maybe for tomorrow.
Ok, they don't deliver mail on Sunday. Monday was a postal holiday, I didn't get any mail on Tuesday, and I didn't get any mail on Wednesday, and it's time like these when I question whether I actually exist or not.
I watched way too much television tonight, and ate way too many Reese's Pieces, and ???
Ohhhh, I used my new four slice toaster tonight, and I was kind of worried about how well it would work, because I bought the cheapest one I could find, but when I took it out of the box I realized that it was the same cheap brand as my two slice toaster, and that's always worked pretty good, so that eased my fears, yeah, like I was really afraid.
My fingers are telling me to quit making so many typing mistakes and go to bed.
So, I will.

Do toasters come with built in mp3 players?

2009-01-20T09:29:00.003-05:00

When I wake up I am going to purchase a four slice toaster.
I used to have a four slice toaster but MB in the depths of her dementia buried it in the back yard.
I do, however, have a two slice toaster, so maybe I should just buy another two slice toaster and duct tape them together.