All things useless and weekendy

1) On Friday night, suddenly thrown together with both Dave and Curran for the first time in two and a half years, we did something kind of bad. Just to be pathetic losers, we decided to go visit Rovere and maybe harrass the students now living in "our" room, 303. (I was an honorary roommate, though my room in Rovere was 302, and I miss it still.... Well, not really.) I got to the 3rd floor landing first, so was the first to see the upper half of a desk lying there, abandoned, as those upper halves so often were. Why did no one want the shelf? I loved the shelf! More room for putting books and bottles. Also, there was that handy fluorescent blinding light underneath that made my rooms look so cold and empty and my face look jaundiced and dead. I loved that part of the desk.
Anyway, the thing that grabbed me about this abandoned piece of furniture was the plank along the top that was branded "ROV 303." I pointed at it, and Dave and Curran went mad, and we decided we had to have it. This was some kind of sign. A plank, with our room number burned into it. Some kind of sign.
So we got a screwdriver, unscrewed the very top, and eventually had to pull the thing off and splinter it a bit.
I maintain that the desk was broken already. Though I feel kind of guilty for it now. Anyway, we scampered off with our bit of wood and sinned no more. We also left a note behind, saying, "Sorry! It had to be done."

2) This morning the subject of stage mothers came up. Mama said, "I think those stage mothers just wanted for their kids what they never got themselves, so they pushed them to do what they didn't want to do." Mom then said, "Yeah, I always wanted Sara to be a go-go dancer. That's what I always wanted to be, anyway." And then Mama says this:

Or one of those strippers. They dance around and all the fellows jump up and clap and all. And they put the money in their little bikinis. But they're just doing it to put their kids through school. Because that's the only job available to them. Easy money, huh?

3) Last year, I made a Friendster profile for Dean Stockwell. I don't know why, but I just did. Sometimes people find the profile and request to be friends. I always grant it. A few people have even left testimonials, although these are mostly my friends. But today I received this message from some 18-year-old named Anthony:

I was wondering if you are currently in the process of developing or elaborating an acting portfolio and or video resume?

My name is Anthony and I am a young screenwriter who is trying to create a network of actors. My goal is to recruit or be in contact with as many actors as possible in the Los Angeles area (where
I reside). By doing this, I can then move forward with a film project, and contribute to my portfolio as a film director. Of course my actual
goal is to become a professional film director, yet to achieve that goal I must accomplish the smaller goals first.

There are many benefits for a passionate actor when developing either a reel, video resume or acting portfolio -if not all three. It is crucial for all actors to analyze their career goals and determine which path is most effective for them. I am providing assistance to at least one effective path in achieving the goal as professional actor.

If you are interested, or want to be a contact please inform me. If you would more information about acting career paths and or my actors network, please feel free to ask.
Thank you very muh.

At first I thought, "Jesus, this kid must think this is really Dean Stockwell." And then it hit me. He probably doesn't even know who Dean Stockwell is. And that's crazy. I'm tempted to write him and give him advice, perhaps refer to Hollywood as the Great Satan.

5) I bought a car. Pictures to come, thank you very muh.