TODAY IN THE FUNNIEST THING OF THE WEEKEND:


While we were looking for a bar to meet our friend Tristan at, Lucas and I (Justin was on his phone) saw an old Halloween decoration in the trash. It looked like a scarecrow witch and so we immediately pulled it out and started playing with it. Then his happened:

LUCAS: (Spooky voice) Helloooo.....I come from the land of.....

LUCAS READS TAG OUTLOUD.

LUCAS: (spooky voice cont.)....Haaaapppy Halloweeen.....

If you don't get it...I don't blame you. But it was the funniest thing that ever happened to me.

Until....I started booking flights for a person whom, and I can't really offer you an explanation as to why, I have been forced to call "Ghost Chebo."

LOVE MY LIFE.

TODAY IN STILLS FROM SHIT I WATCHED ON MY COMPUTER LAST WEEKEND:

TODAY IN HEALTH INSURANCE!!!

Here is the letter I received from Freelancers Union:

Dear Phaea,

Your Freelancers Union insurance coverage payment is now past due. This notice is being sent as a courtesy to ensure your coverage remains active. As a reminder, monthly premium payments are due one month before the start of the coverage month. There is a grace period for payment until the first day of the coverage month.

Your current total outstanding balance is $404. At a minimum, you must make a payment for coverage through April, no later than April 1, 2009.

My response:

I paid my bill on 2/19!!! What the hell do you want from me!!??? If you want to make me bleed just come to my house and fricking cut my arm off!!!!! I give you all the money I owe you all the time!! For generic drugs and terrible coverage!! What do you want from me??? My first born?? I can't afford to have a child because my health insurance is so terrible!!!!

FREELANCER!!!!!!


Phaea Crede

TODAY IN A MILLION YEARS AGO:

Here is a sight that I experienced hundreds of times growing up: The 71 Bus pulling up into the Harvard Station going to Watertown Sq:

TODAY IN MY NEW JOB:

I begin to think an aquarium would be a nice place to get married.

I receive a delightful email.

I get a phone call from Greece.

I lose a bunch of carnet info. Thats a customs form. It's just as fun as it sounds.

I think about SIM cards.

And I welcome the return of Jon Morse.


Shenanigans.

TODAY IN PART-TIME TRANSCRIBING GIG:

Here is what I look like in my various state of transcribing at my computer AND Justin's computer, which saves time.

With headphones:


Sans Headphones:


Then around 8pm, I started drinking.


All in all today, I had a meeting about a TV project, shot a spot for a website and am now settling into my all night transcribing job before heading off to my new full time gig as a production coordinator for an international show.

Who's the hardest worked man in show business? It's me. But I'm not a man. I. AM. NOT. A. MAN.

TODAY IN PROOF THAT GROWING UP IN BOSTON MADE ME A BAD DRESSER:

Here is me:



Here is the woman I sat across from on the Red Line to Harvard:



Any questions?

Eeeeeeee.

TODAY IN BOSTON PEOPLE:

I dislike this man:



He is a loud, Amtrak riding, entitled Bostonian whom I had the displeasure of sitting diagonal from on the train last week. I know he drinks coffee with milk and sweet -n- low, had theatre plans with a New York friend that night, and couldn't figure out if the "email" was working in the train. Also, he had the chicken.

I know this because he is a loud, braying Bostonian.

Note please that he is also is a 4 seat section with his wife with no intention of sharing.

I hate him so much, I almost respect him.