Missives From Obscurity

And Now... This Update

I’m sorry. Oh, I am so sorry. Hello! I apologize for having neglected you, loyal readers of the Labyrinth of Meat Coils. Well, I guess I’ve been a bit distracted. By finding work. By ducking my creditors. I’ve been concentrating on other things, I suppose, like maintaining a positive, affirmative outlook on my life in L.A., trying to keep the cracks from developing. Oh, well, and… I’ve been trying to meet men for sex, whoring around… or, well, trying to whore around. This worm’s not getting any bites from any of the fish… or chickens… except… well, trying to meet other men, only to discover that my husband and I still have a few very pleasant surprises in store for one another, breaking new sexual ground, mixing it up, har har har, chicka bowm bowm.

But, so… what’s new, what’s happening, what’s popping?

I’m working back at Ascent Media. AppleOne, my temp agency, got me an assignment back on the same floor, working in Billing with people I already know from November and December. The job’s fine. Lots of stress goes on there. I actually contemplated a Blog more than once to chronicle the atmosphere and the people. Perhaps I still will. Because it’s very entertaining, the things that go on at Ascent Media, the stresses people whip themselves into for no discernable reason.

It’s been raining a lot here in L.A. Torrential downpours that are washing multi-million dollar homes into the ocean and down the hillsides of various exclusive neighborhoods. Of course it’s tragic that people should be losing their homes. There have been deaths in mud slides, and not all the people affected are wealthy… hell, the very fact of their home probably keeps them slaves to unfulfilling jobs, most of them. But I have to say: People! This area is KNOWN for mud slides and earthquakes and unstable cliffs on the coast! I’m not suggesting you deserve what you get for building where you’re building… I’m just saying… I’m just saying!

I’ve been reading a lot. Clive Barker’s second Abarat book. Novels about gay men that have high praise for them on their covers but that I feel are just the same claptrap: “I’m horny and gorgeous let’s go to the bar and get shit faced and fucked and then mope about what a burden it is to be young and gay… don’t hate me because I’m beautiful, don’t you dare hate me because I’m so fabulous!” Fuck… who writes this shit? Worse yet, who reads this shi—oh, wait, I read this shit.

I’ve been sticking to a regular schedule, the theory being that discipline needs to be introduced into my life, that through discipline I will realize my goals and my dreams, that through discipline I will finally know that every choice I make is in accordance with the divine pattern of full life and happiness. I am getting in touch with my inner grasshopper, wax on, wax off, luminous beings are we!

And watching a lot of movies that I get from my newest toy: Netflix. I love Netflix!

But I think my time in Los Angeles is coming to an end. Perhaps even sooner than I know. There are forces at work that indicate a move to the East coast within the year. Opportunities are opening for Jim in Rochester, New York and he’s giving them very serious thought. He asked me to give it serious thought. I didn’t even give it all that serious of thought and an opportunity opened up for me there, as well.

Two fucking years of hoping and praying and sweating and bleeding and crying for opportunities in Los Angeles… even opportunities to just keep my head above water in Los Angeles only to hit rock bottom (almost literally that day I was on the cliff in San Pedro) and I’ve only just NOW finally entered the film industry… and then the very back seat of the last bus on the furthest highway in the remotest boondocks (okay, that metaphor’s a little overwrought, I think… still…) of the film industry! But less than one week of sort of thinking about Rochester and a prime position pops open. So perhaps it’s time to embrace opportunities outside of Los Angeles, before I end up like that guy who wrote to Dan Savage after ten years of trying to make it here and not succeeding and being suicidal. Dan told him to leave. I think Dan’s got a point. And so maybe I should follow the advice.

I don’t know what’s gonna happen! Well… that’s life, I suppose. You don’t know what’s going to happen. You just live it, try to find happiness in whatever situation you’re carried through, keep the hope alive that someone will finally bring ultimate ruin to the Bush administration, and Blog your little heart out… and maybe get a blow job over a saddle once in a while.

Well, that’s a bit personal… and on that awkward moment… adieu for now LOMC readers! I have some living to do.

posted by Joe Lopez @ 8:59 AM