Spent all morning in NYC. Took a few pictures, but my hands were frozen, so I didn't put much effort into photography. I bought a little wicker lizard from a street vendor. All those damn street vendors are exactly the same... selling hats, watches, scarves and 911 "art." But then there's a man selling little braided wicker animals. They were cool as shit. So I bought the lizard... because I have a lot of things with lizards on them. Don't know why, really.
Met with my father's producers so they could go over his wardrobe for the millionth time. Stripes are a sin. Stripes are a sin. No stripes on television. No stripes.
Everything I own is striped.
No motherfucking stripes on television! (Just driving the point home.)
Interesting to note, the wardobe/stylist woman has been Dennis Leary's wardrobe woman for ten years.
Everyone was complimenting me on my new highlights. I'm still trying to get used to them. They're so bright, it almost looks like I've got blond hair with brown highlights and not the other way around.
Interesting to note, the producer has a painting of a woman blowing her nose into a tissue that is morphing into an exotic fish. She is also surrounded by dozens of other exotic fish. He had no idea why the painting was what it was, but said a friend painted it for him.
Galloped around Virgin Megastore for a bit. It's sad that I know where everything in the store is now. Sad that it's now MY Virgin Megastore. I feel like I'm cheating on the one at Downtown Disney, but she is dead to me.
Poor poor Planet Hollywood, signs in their windows "As seen on NBC's hit reality show The Apprentice!" How pathetic of them! They're located on the busiest block on the entire planet, and they still can't get business.
Back at home, Ryan's package arrived. My Christmas gift... January 30th. It makes sense though. He painted me a fucking painting! A painting! Space painting! Which is awesome. And also awesome because I use to get on him about doing something artistic again... because he used to in high school. Let this be an example for YOU Adam Wekarski.
And also, Natasha made me a little space bag and Adam Bolduc gave me a space lamp. The room grows ever increasingly "spaced-out."
I'm starting to believe Ryan is in a conspiracy to fill my walls with nice framed things... the album display he gave me for Too Delicate To Be Thrown and all.
Now I'm gearing up to begin mixing the song he sent along. It's going to prove a challenge and I'm going to have to pull out all the stops... but I shall work my hardest. No doubt. This new stuff is going to leave the last album eating it's words if you ask me. (From a songwriting / elegant execution stance.)
So I leave you with a picture of a poorly disguised cell phone antenna. The poor owls! It's bad enough that the rodents are all hiding away for warmth... but now the owls will go and try to make their home in a "seemingly" ordinary tree, but NO... it's metal. A metal cell phone antenna tree. Try to see if you can pinpoint which tree it is... I've given a hint... because I'm sure you'll need it...
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