Coffee with Batman

I've been working in Hollywood for almost 6 months now (damn, I need a new job) and everyday I'm more convinced that the world has gone fucking crazy. Or rather that the world is making itself seem crazy for entertainment sake. And it's not just the 45 year old semi-homeless guy who gets into his superman costume in the ally by my building that makes me feel this way. It's the whole atmosphere of what people apparently see as entertainment. I like crazy; I like the inherent craziness that any city has. But when it comes to crazy I value sincerity above all else. But when people come to Hollywood they come for a manufactured synthetic sense of crazy. I'm not a tourist, but I think it is safe to say that what draws people to this area in Hollywood is the weirdness (whatever kind of weirdness you like, there is something for everyone). Seeing a guy in a loin cloth handle fake pythons makes people happy here. I have done no official research on the topic, but I would say that the entertainment factor of crazy rises exponentially the further it is from somewhere you would call home. In other words, people would not like python guy hanging out in their living room.

This is making me sound like I don't like fun (which I do) and yes I realize that Hollywood and Highland is one big tourist explosion, but there is something really depressing about seeing it everyday; like walking backstage at a carnival (or just going to the carnival everyday). Also I get bored at work and over analyzing things has become my new past time.

So I saw this article today online. I actually read the study that went along with it too and I just don't know what to think about it. I guess it's interesting, but I can't help thinking it's crap (and kind of pointless). I guess I'm not much of a feminist.

People I know have discovered that I have started a blog and are inquiring about it so I feel compelled to make this available to the general public (aka the 2 people i know who will actually read this).

Whenever I start to write something on here I feel a lot of pressure to make it interesting. Which I think is what made me stop keeping a blog in the past. I know more then anyone else that my life is not very interesting, but then again neither is yours (probably).

I'm not sure what compels people to tell others the crap that happens to them in any given day but whatever it is, it is motivating me to write this. So this morning when I was taking the subway to work (yeah that's right I take the subway in LA, I am avant guard) I took a seat in the pretty much empty train. Then a few minutes before the train is about to leave the station a guy comes and sits in the seat near me. In the first few seconds (before my body realized what was happening) he seemed normal, he was fairly well dressed and LOOKED clean. Before I go on, let me just say that I've lived in Boston, I've worked at Starbucks; I have smelt the homeless. But this guy was the worst combo of pee and b.o. EVER. I literally spent the next 8 minutes (that's how long it takes me to get to work) trying to breathe as little as possible without passing out.