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Wanted:

One person for part time employment at For the Lulz in Huntington Beach [location]

This person must:
+ Be Hilarious
+ Enjoy practical jokes and pranks
+ Be social and outgoing
+ Know how to count money
+ Be responsible enough to ...uh. show up and stuff. Whatever it is people do for jobs.
+ Be Hilarious
+ The ability to sell water to a drowning man would be nice.
+ Did we mention funny?

+ We can work around student/class schedules, because we're pretty nice.

Inquire within! Or come in and chat with us: Ask for Fred or George. Or both. Or neither. But if you ask for neither, you probably won't get a job.

My piglet has been named. She's Samus. Because she's a tough little thing.

So THAT was Budapest.

Also, wow. Does anybody else not have dreams for a while and then BOOM they're coming at you all at once. At least I see how I got possessed now, which wasn't a whole lot of fun to watch, and like I said last summer, some of you are now required to strike me down should I wind up susceptible to that kind of thing HERE. I mean I'm not gonna feel guilty over something Dream Clint did while he was possessed but I can make damn sure that should I get within a bright blue glowstick here, somebody's ready to go ahead and cut me down for my own good, you know?

Weird night. Really, REALLY weird night on top of a really weird day at competition and a weird morning of dismantling camp as well. Sorry, but it's weird to go from Middle Ages to Superhero back to Middle Ages to packing up your household's tents and equipment into your modern U-Haul.

My life is incredibly, incurably weird, but my kid, who isn't speaking to me now, don't ask me why, took first in both of his events so color me an incredibly proud coach right now. Sorry, about that Queen. Your kid's just better than you are this week. But hey, if you ever need a hand...

So, how do you tell a workplace creeper that you're still not interested in them? Things I've tried:

1) Oh, no thanks, I like our work relationship the way it is!
2) I don't think we're allowed to have interoffice relationships.
3) I just don't like you that way, I'm sorry.
4) OH GOD MY LEG IS ON FIRE
5) *running away screaming*

Yes. I literally tried to just run from him after eeping and throwing a flash drive at him.

So why is it that when you finally call someone out on the fact that they've replaced you, when you've tried to avoid bringing up that fact for months now, that you're the one who ends up feeling shitty? I mean, Hell, it's not as if he doesn't have a RIGHT to have a romance and be happy. Hell *I* have one and I'm happy. I just...

It's... Just that I'm no longer any active part of the guy's life and he's stopped giving a shit about me and it HURTS and when I finally tell him how I feel, I'm the one who feels guilty about it?

I'm...confused. And NOT the one at fault.

My boss officially sucks, let that be known. Would anyone happen to know of a place that could use a lounge singer with a very flexible schedule?

Otherwise, I might have to take my talents to Disney... The parks or something? I just have the feeling they would not appreciate my... personality? I do believe that's the most delicate way of phrasing it.

My show opens this weekend. At last! So, who can I count on seeing there for my big debut?

Do you guys ever think about your dreamworlds, and are sort of glad that you're not someone else in them? In hindsight, I complained a lot about what happened to me, but then I remembered hearing the story of the Ringbearer and then the Battles I wasn't a part of.

Maybe I'm just talking a big game here, because I don't know that I could honestly handle more than what I got.

( Mentions of dream violence )

Honestly, how much crazier are these dreams going to get?

This county is entirely too law-abiding.

I've been thinking of taking a cooking course, in my free time. Less to learn how to cook and more to meet other people who share my passion, so I'd be looking for something fairly advanced. I'm something of an epicure, I suppose, and I would love to be able to share my love of cooking with someone other than my daughter.

Perhaps if there are others in the area who enjoy food as much as I do, we could start a little group of some sort.

That's it, I'm offa cat naps.

In the further adventures of Scud's fucked up dreams (it's a show. Basic cable, y'know), did not die after being nearly eaten alive. Was saved by a very buff dude with absolutely no sense of humor and a flare for overly stylistic kung fu. Vampires, he said, and put on these shitty sunglasses even though it was the middle of the night.

So, right. Vampires. Gotta watch out for them, ya know. And super buff versions of Corey Hart, I guess.

At least I didn't die.

Simply extending my thanks to everyone who went out to LA last night to see the show. The amount of money raised and donated was truly humbling. Really. I can only hope you all enjoyed watching as much as we did performing for you.

Increased security at the Studio means I get home quite a bit later now than when I first started filming! It's getting to be a bit of a pain though it's absolutely worth it. Makes for a really, really long day!

My manager got some very strange messages from
I can't mention fan mail on here, can I? Without meeting ridicule?

Hopefully this next week will be calm. I'm thrilled to be doing what I'm doing! I've met so many amazing people and made some wonderful new friends!

Hypothetically speaking, how much is too much of an age difference, for a relationship? I've been having some pangs of morality lately, and I wanted the opinion of you fine folk to put my troubled mind at rest.