(Addendums to the previous post: 1) Before In-N-Out, Coyote 7, Roy and I rendez-voused at the local
Best Buy so I could find Seasons 4, 5, and 6 of "Smallville" and grab them while they were still on sale.
Coyote 7, on the other hand, got himself computer speakers with a subwoofer. Bass! How low can you go?
C7 was victorious, and I was 2/3rds victorious: Season 6 was sold out. So I got a raincheck. Wooh!
2) When Roy and I got back to the Kzinti Freehold, we watched "Hitman" (Unrated) and largely enjoyed it.
It seemed pretty close to the source material [the games], and the actor who played Agent 47 seemed
very familiar, but I didn't know why. So I looked him up on IMDB. Of course! Timothy Olyphant! He played
Sheriff Seth Bullock in the HBO western drama "Deadwood". I failed to recognize him without hair or hat.
3) The giant painting of Pascal will be travelling to Burning Man this year. It will be on display
and will gather more messages and signatures. It will not be burned. It should come back to me.
Some of Pascal's ashes will also travel to Burning Man and will be placed in the main pyre.)
Sunday April 6th
I call Spino at 11:30am and leave voicemail. Roy calls him back at noon, also leaves voicemail.
We're getting hungry and figure El Spinoleone will flake again.
Roy, having seen a couple of Shakey's in the neighborhood, wants to go there for the lunch buffet.
They don't have Shakey's in Phoenix, and he's jonesing for some of that delicious Shakey's pizza.
And so am I! I check online to make sure they do the buffet on weekends, then we head out.
We go to the one on Sepulveda Blvd, the same one I sometimes frequented when I worked at Sony Connect.
It's been remodeled to within an inch of its life and looks downright respectable!
Heck, the first slice of pizza I got had small sliced tomatoes and basil on it! Basil! Holy crap!
It was also pretty darn crowded and lively. Roy and I got ourselves some food and chowed down.
The pizza was as tasty as ever. Roy sampled some of the chicken and it didn't look too good.
It didn't so hot either. But no big deal, we were both really here for the pizza.
Shakey's makes nice thin-crust pizza with a delightfully crunchy crust, just the way I like it.
I was ravenous and consumed 25 slices of varying sizes.
Roy looked slightly bewildered at this gastronomical performance.
"You eat like a Kzin," he did not say. :)
Afterwards, we stopped by the local Best Buy so I could use my raincheck and get "Smallville" Season 6.
I checked my cellphone and saw a call from Spino. I had heard nothing because Shakey's was so noisy.
Well, it was too late anyway. Roy only had 20 minutes left before he had to head off to the airport.
We went back to the Kzinti Freehold for a bit, and Roy decided to leave early for the airport.
We said our goodbyes and he drove off.
I walked through the front door, went to my room, sat in the chair and checked my e-mail.
Then I sat there,thinking...
And it hit me.
A deep sense of loss.
I was lost.
Pascal was gone.
I had no job.
My benefits had run out.
Roy mentioned needing a roommate.
He's got a 2bed/2bath.
Phoenix rent is hella cheap.
If I can find a good job in Phoenix, maybe I'll take him up on his offer.
Get out of L.A. for a while. Do something different.
And besides, they have Trader Joe's and In-N-Out in Phoenix. :)
In the meantime, I was depressed.
So I applied myself to a constructive task to chase away the blues.
I started cleaning and sorting Pascal's massive CD collection.
It worked pretty well.
I have to be careful, though.
Can't let the dark thoughts eat me.
So, got a lot of stuff to do, things to research, sorting and cleaning to do.
I'm gonna be busy for a while.
Besides, the French thing is still ongoing and may reach its conclusion soon.
Things are about to get interesting... :)