Today the wife, sister-in-law, 7 year old niece and I went to none other then Universal Studios. Considering this place is only 25 minutes from my home I am definitely going to have to get a season pass. It is one of my favorite Southern California destinations. Can’t tell you why.
Some things I can definitely tell you:
1) A seven year old will find the Tour Tram boring.
2) Jurassic Park only exists to get you wet.
3) If you take a kid into the Nickelodeon Blast Off, you will get soaked.
On #3 above I would first tell you that the best approach is to just let your kid go into this particular attraction on their own as long as you can keep an eye on them from a safe distance.
I won’t bother describing the attraction in detail. What I will tell you is that this thing is loaded with kids that have the ability to shoot water in just about every direction (and boy will they every). Also, this thing dumps so much water in so many directions that if you here the count down and you are in the attraction, kiss dry good-bye because you are going to be soaked.
There’s still a lot at Universal Studios I want to take in. Can’t wait for the next trip.
OK, the days seem to be flying by at quite an alarming rate. I would have expected this week to actually take longer since I have been stricken with this damn cold for the entire week. I find that illness usually leads to a dilution of time. I guess that since I have had something to focus on every day it has helped to keep the days on track for me. It’s kind of been a busy week with my wife’s birthday and all.
Where the hell are all the jobs?!?!?
All right, it is no exaggeration when I say that I send out at least five resumes a day. That is actually the minimum that I send out. On the average I would guess that I have been sending out probably around 40 resumes per week. That means that I have probably sent somewhere between 200 and 320 resumes since I have been unemployed. In that time I have had about a 3% response rate (based on those numbers). Recruiters seem to love me, by the way. They read my resume, see the cash in their eyes of landing me a gig and happily seem to forward my resume on. That’s the last that I hear from them. It truly boggles the mind. I’ve started scheduling times to call them back. They all seem to say the same thing though, “I’m still waiting to hear back from them… can you believe that?”
Got $60,000 you can spare?
It’s really funny, when you think about it: It’s easier to raise millions then tens of thousands. Really, it’s true. I’ve spent a lot of time on the phone with people this week to try and get my radio show business underwritten for six months. I need the magical figure of $60,000 to do this for the next six months. With that kind of scratch I’ll be able to focus 100% of my time and attention on ad sales as well as show preparation while still keeping a roof over my head and food on the table. In every one of these phone calls I’ve learned about the same thing: The only way to raise this kind of cash is to hit up friends, family, and professionals such as doctors or lawyers. I literally have to hit the phones and start dialing for dollars. This is really one of the things I want to do in life and it is within my grasp. The golden ring is really just inches from my finger. The frustration is just maddening. Now, mind you I could sell all of my video gear and probably finance the first month of doing this my self. I wouldn’t exactly have food on the table but I would be able to pay for the entire first month of broadcasting and buy myself more time to raise more investment money. (*This thought literally just came to me right now*) I love having my video gear and I really wouldn’t want to give it up. I guess I just have to ask which dream is more important right now. I also have to some how get an inside at 97.1 FM here in L.A. They used to run the Kim Komando show and I don’t think they are any more. Just about every talk radio station out there has a call in computer help show. I’ve hosted one that was good enough to have someone else want to carry it. Itâ€™s definitely time to be tenacious instead of timid and get my foot in the door.
That’s it for now, unless something else hits me in the next few minutes.
If you read the entry yesterday you would know that I tried to bake a cake to honor my wife on her birthday. I am sure that no one is more surprised then me at the fact that it not only turned out, but it turned out pretty damn good. It’s even very tasty! (Please, don’t ask about the crossed T on birthday)
All in all it was quite a surprise and a delight to make. I did have to go on line to find out some cake baking and frosting tips however. Whatever those cake pans say, don’t believe that they are non-stick. A baked cake will adhere to any surface and will not let go unless that surface has been re-treated. The best thing about a birthday cake is that, if made in a situation where it is used for an intimate gathering, there is plenty left over in the days to come. I look forward to many helpings of this tasty treat.
I believe the above to actually be a misnomer. This thing has to be a flu. It’s too damn strong and too damn stubborn to be just a cold. I’m convinced of this because the wife and I both got symptomatic on Friday of last week. It is now Wednesday and I feel the worst I have felt so far with this.
The funniest part about this is it makes me question my own resilience. You see, if this were a situation where I had to go in to work I would probably opt not to. The thought of having to drive in to work, put in the hours while enduring this just doesn’t add up in my head. Of course you and I both know that I have no job to go to as of yet so this is a moot point. Still, I wouldn’t be willing to go to work like this, yet I have gotten up of my own free will at 7:30 AM and I have gone to the grocery store. Definitely not the activities of someone so sick they wouldn’t go to work, right?
I have to admit though that the circumstances surrounding my outdoor journey are a little more then the need for some milk and the latest edition of the Weekly World Examiner News Enquirer (you see, they are all the same in my mind). Today is my wife’s birthday. Because I love my wife dearly there needs to be a cake today. I am going to make that cake. In order to make it, I need the ingredients. The ingredients are at (you guessed it) the grocery store.
Now this, in itself, reads damn funny because I am in not what one would call an experienced baker. Even with this knowledge (or lack there of as this case may be) I am actually endeavoring to make a two layer cake. I know nothing about it but have already successfully baked two nine inch pans filled with batter that have now become yellow golden goodness just waiting for cooling, frosting and decoration.
This is going to be interesting.
So, I must take my leave of you now and begin my journey onto the world wide web to find cake decorating tips. I also need to go buy a picture frame real quick as well as get in touch with the guy who has the screening tickets for Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back tonight (can’t even tell you how thrilled the wife is that I am dragging her to the screening on her birthday).
There is nothing more fun and rewarding then getting a head cold during the summer. It’s just one of those things that I always think about with giddy anticipation every time I go searching for this years swim suit in mid-may. You know, as I flip through the suits on the rack I just start to day dream about the intense heat, the throbbing pain of sinuses coupled by the frustration of the hot and humid air around you. Then there is that desire just to put my head into a gigantic pair of vice grips and apply a counter-pressure to make it all go away…
OK, I don’t really go shopping for swim suits every year.
I also don’t look forward to what I’m going through right now with one hell of a head cold. This is the type of thing I’d never wish on someone else during summer, so I can’t figure out why the hell I got nabbed by it. I’m pretty sure my kharma was running pretty well lately. I do favors for people and don’t ask for anything in return… I just don’t get it. Why have I been stricken with painful sinus, sore throat, and the inability to fall back asleep at 4 AM in the morning (yeah, it’s 4 AM right now and I’m up… probably because the cold is kicking my ass so much that I went to bed at 9 PM)?
I am convinced of one thing right now though: these cold strains are getting more and more powerful. I think that man has made a mistake in not focusing more attention on the “cure for the common cold.” Why? Because I think the “common cold” is getting stronger and stronger with each mutation and it is leading to something very dangerous. Granted I am getting older and older every year and it could just be that my older immune system is less resistant to the effects of the common cold and that’s why it seems worse (or I’m just getting to be a bigger and bigger whimp). There might be some credence to lend to this considering my wifeâ€™s cousin’s kid (technically a second cousin but it sounds less innocent that way) who is somewhere around four or so is the one that gave us the cold. He had the sniffles the whole time he was here, but he pretty much had one day of fever and then bounced back with amazing power and agility. My wife and I are on day five now of this cold based plague and we’re still waiting for the amazing bounce back with amazing power and agility. Hell right now I’d settle for a feeling of just slightly better with no power and a little bit of agility.
More to follow later… how do I know? Because it’s 4:07 AM and there is a ton of day still ahead of me… I’m bound to write something more…