In 17 Minutes Time ...

In 17 minutes time, my laundry will be ready to take out of the dryer. I did my whites first- just waiting on my darks.

Lately I have felt the need to take it easy. I've been working on this new show of my coming up this wek, but all the while I have been wanting to just lay back and watch the world float by. This isn't anything new- I've been feeling this way for about a month and half. I think I need to get away from LA for a little while. I was going to take a trip, but a sudden change of work scheduling put an end to that and now I find myself stuck here until Christmas.

Come this Thanksgiving, I will have been here in Los Angeles for 5 years and I think that time is best shown by the items on my fridge.

Some of my favorite things on my fridge which tell of the last 5 years are:

My offical membership certificate to The Idaho Spuddy Buddy Fan Club.

My picture of me in Piccadilly in London, which comes from a game show I was on where I won a trip to London and during my stay, I did stand-up there in North London.

A drawing I did at LACMA the first year I lived out here, where I worte my name in Eypgtian Hyrogliphics. I'm sure it is very accurate.

Postcards from shows I saw or did, such as "Plan F".

My wonderful magnet collection, which includes a magnet of Tipper Gore and one for each state in which I have lived in my lifetime.

I have postcards from friends and loved ones, pictures of the coolest people, who I am lucky they consider me their friend. And of course pictures of family.

There are a few relics from my old sketch comedy truope, The Pretty Okay Ho-hum Spectacular on Ice!

and what interests me most of all, is the magnetic poetry I find. Some are true windows into my feelings and thoughst of some of the most important moments of my life in the last 5 years. Some of them are silly and random, others are deep and meanigful. It's amazing how such a daft little knik knack like magnetic poetry can capture something like that.

Some of my favorite little wordings are these:

Such Dud with shallow marbles can't have such blonde. Even if he spells the door to active excellent this.

Know-it-alls fool no smarty

Her's, it is a handsome unstupid love. Knowing all erases no problem.

Dazed mind without fabulous you. New want awaits him at coma. Densa are we, loosing simple peace.

Shit out of life.

I only wonder what my fridge will look like after the next five years and if it will still be this fridge here in this apartment. Such mysteries could keep my up all night and then ease into my dreams as I drift off into slumber.

... Well, laundry's done.