Will somebody buy me a Commodore and this thing.

Entry 5E (fivey)Today is the day I was born.

Today I am 23 years old. This is what my face looks like today. There is a lite rain outside and I am having spaghetti for dinner. I am in Portland Oregon, and haven't taken a shower. I booked a ticket to Japan. I set up my parents new high definition cable box. I wrote two emails to two of my professors, and received a few text messages. I got the twenty pounds my nana sent me exchanged into 39 dollars and showed my dad how to use Itunes.
Last night I went to Ground Kontrol and played a lot of my favorite games, including the tron disk game, that is my favorite. I got to level 3 of the 70s star wars game where you blow up the deathstar over and over again. I lost two quarters in the machines, but then found two quarters on the ground. My amazing friends bought me beer and gave me quarters.
So far this has been the best birthday I have had.
Also my cats brought me breakfast in bed. Which was sweet, but there was a lot of hair in it, and Missy put her favorite cat toys in the omelet, because she doesn't understand the concept of an omelet.
(sorry the quality was so bad I only had time to sneak a camera phone image before they bolted out of the room. They thought I was still asleep I think.)

Entry Supplemental

This is fairly self explanatory. It's also my favorite thing now.

Entry # 4 D (fourdee)

Hello.
I'm in a class for "screenwriting".
Colby's in this class.
Our teacher told us some great stories about his real life exercises; including being a dirty COLD WAR spy for the United States. And teaching a class of BLACK PANTHERS.
I get kind of bored though when he's not talking about those times. So I have started drawing these silly doodles and leaving blank word boxes. I pass the papers with the drawings on over to Colby and she gets really annoyed, which is half the fun, but sometimes she will fill in the bubble. Here's my favorite example.

Here's another...



This one was Colby's blurb idea, but she refused to write it in, so I did later.

I drew this little doodle before all of these...
Then later, today in fact, at HOME, I drew this...

Ok everyone Thank you.

ENTRY supplemental 2- We can build you

So My Philip Dick teacher (Mr. Wolk) hands out some papers for us to read. one of them contains an image like this.

Under which there are some words loosely describing what is taking place. "Cyborg of Dick at Nextfest in Chicago" That's not what it read at all, but you don't need to know exactly what it did read because some assholes made a robot of Philip K. Dick. Don't worry I've looked into it for you. It was unveiled at the 2005 Nextfest and designed by some wizards who are affiliated with Hanson Robotics, the FedEx Institute of Technology and the Automation and Robotics Research Institute. The first thing that hit me was how much this thing looks like Phil, Apparently the skin is some magical copy-written wonder polymer (f'rubber), that hides some low energy electronics that move his face ever so subtly. The face was produced by roboticist/ sculptor David Hanson of said Hanson robotics. Hanson says PKD was the one who got him into robotics vicariously through his books. He spent $25,000 of his own money making this robot. So This other magic person Andrew Olney wrote the software that runs through the head. Apparently it has all of dick's writings in its memory and can recognize the sound and site of Dick's friends and relations. They even used Dick's work as a basis for the software. The head was put onto a body and the body was put onto a representation of an american 1970s living room. Ok so let's recap this Robot is amazing, These people are magic, and the the head is missing. Oh yeah I didn't mention that yet, well this wonderment parade of my dreams was rumored to go on tour at comic-cons then rest in the Smithsonian in a plastic case, but it seems the head has escaped, possibly to whale's mouth(oh vague reference), but more likely toted off my marauders, the luckiest airplane passengers/flight attendants in the world are probably as we speak, feeding cereal to PKD in some dimly lit apartment, listening to the local affiliate of UPN playing Blind date reruns; you see On a flight to Las Vagas Hanson left the head safely tucked away in the overhead bin. He walked off the plane got a connecting flight, went home. Then probably punched himself in the dick for leaving a 25,000 dollar high-tech fantastic dream in a smelly tan-colored american-west 747. "I stuck the bag containing the robot head in the overhead bin and fell asleep. I didn't even know we were changing planes in Las Vegas. The flight attendant woke me up, and I walked off the plane in a fog - with the robot head still in the overhead bin." The head was allegedly found and put on board the next flight to San Fransisco, but somewhere somehow the thing japed. (god that's clever to learn more about that reference check out the wikipedia on "the man who japed") Well the program and "brain" of this PKD is still intact on someones laptop. America west may sponsor a new one made, but in the mean time that head is out there, possibly in an undeclared luggage warehouse, possibly in that dimly lit living room, but quite definitely in my dreams.

Entry #3 C (Three Cee)

Happy Dr.MLKJ day everyone, and I think you know who you are. First off it's been a while and a lot has happened not only to everything but more importantly me. But nobody wants to hear about either of those coincidences. Let's start this session by looking to the past, my past.

Exhibit A: contents (1 hand-me-down bell-bottom jumpsuit, composited of cotton, elastic and nylon; presumably) (1 swing-set, composited of regular-style swing accompanied by strange seat swingy level see-saw thing) (3 advanced talking PeeWee Herman doll)

There also appears to be some sort of plastic container under me, I assume a bubble making kit, but I don't feel that detail is important.

Moving right along Next we have a representation of my father in Oil. It's about as done as it's willing to be, as per usual I'm not in love with it, but once I get an ugly enough frame to dress it, it will hang.

It appears (to my mother) my Father is 28 years in the photograph this is based on, the shirt is of course younger and possibly ageless because it does not appear in the photograph as my father was not allowed to wear shirts until he was 40. This is what I gather from the family albums, I've never asked. Also had the canvas been larger I'm sure a can of beer would be resting somewhere. Interesting note; this painting is pretty hideous and my father's final words on the matter were; "I don't like the subject matter"

This is where our trip to the past ends. I would love to tell you more about it, but for that we will have to shcedule a private meeting. My office ours are posted on the portland state website. If you were wondering

Monday: Some road movie bullshit 5.5- 9?

Tuesday: Man sits in front of room and talks slowly about what-ever he can recall about Philip Dick and whatever else, as he wears his biker pant leg strap and changes between reading and seeing glasses. 10-11:45?

Screenwriting 4:40-7?

Wednesday:

Thursday: see "Tuesday"

Friday:

(author's note: question marks appear where times are incorrect or uncited)

Thank you.

Entry Supplemental

Where do I start?
So I was watching Perry Mason, like you do, and this flashing blue 3d bullshit starts yelling at me telling me that Ktw unit 8 is keeping me safe. At the same time they are showing their latest "hard hitting" "journalism" of some asshole with a haircut harassing some old Asian shop owners because they had a few pipes for sale in their liquor store, behind a locked case, out of view of anyone under 4 and a half feet. They are basically telling the old people in portland that drug addicts/pervert-criminals are hopping from 7-11 to plaid pantry shooting up with drugs available to anyone! cue: stock footage of woman with child, hands held together- zoom into those hands, now invert the color!!! FUCK! the colors been inverted this is it man, it's over, go have sex with everyone you know. meanwhile the shop-owners have no idea whats going on and I doubt they even know what the pipes are for, not that it is illegal to sell them or anything. The newscaster is unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his superman emblem as he tells them he will call the authorities. The tiny bewilderds behind the counter immediately pack up everything in the glass case and are apologizing profusely.
Noel is pissed here's the letter I get back...

Dear noel-

We have received your comment and will get back with you shortly.

***************** Your feedback *****************
I watch your news broadcast regularly, and recently saw an
"investigative report" from Unit 8. Showing stores that sold "pipes"
around Portland. I was very disturbed by this "report" It seemed as
though these small business owners were doing nothing illegal or
immoral, it seemed they didn't even understand why they were being
reprimanded. The pipes all seemed out of sight of children, and
behind glass counters! I am not a drug advocate, but seeing as it is
not against the law to sell pipes, I do not understand why you are
terrorizing people who are contributing to Portland's economy. One of
the scenes showed a docile Asian man complying with your
"investigator" in fear. I have low expectations for my news, but you
have managed to not live up to them, I don't think I will watch your
content anymore. I am very unpleased, and hope this type of thing
does not continue, please just report the news instead of making it.

I will be on the edge of my seat you bunch of penises.
here's a sample of what you get from this crack team... (sorry I couldn't find the actual promo and can't embed them because of youtube)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCuUzSpsIr8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMAftpDLYgo

ok, on to other issues. My sister is up from Burbank and my other sister is up from hell, and they went out to dinner with my parents. Luckily I was spared but did end up making some slightly horrible/ delicious foods
One a Salad

This salad is made up of your typical iceberg lettuce. diced tomatoes and topped with parmesan , here's the part where I am pregnant- it has canned sliced peaches and sun-dried tomato tortilla. A little thousand island dressing mixed with a sweet orange Poppy-seed dressing. It was pretty good... I'd recommend it.
Next
Cheese and Spaghetti Soup

For this I used fresh tomato soup (organic canned tomatoes and fresh tomates with you know some shit cooked up; you can find recipes anywhere) Then I just made some spaghetti, you have to make sure it's real dry before adding cheese. When you do add the cheese, do it a lot, then bake it or something. then throw the soup on a little. that's it. It's not great but it was worth trying. 6 out of ten for this one actually.



Great alright I think we covered everything. I'm coming to California on the 26th- 31st