No matter how much of a dork you think you were in high school, I bet you can't easily beat this photo of yours truly right after voting in the 1996 presidential election:

I was talking to a friend of mine recently, and I asked him for a little advice. He’s really good at giving hard truths. He doesn’t hold back. Everyone needs a friend who doesn’t fuck around. This friend is also an incredible actor and knows the landscape of the entertainment business, how people are in it.

I lamented that I would receive news from people I knew in the business, what they’re doing, how cool it was that they created this or that, name drop name drop name drop, what projects are coming up for them, etc. It always seemed like these statements, these imperatives, were all to get me check out what they’re doing and see how cool it was and congratulate them. Something bugged me, so I asked my friend for a good hard truth.

My friend said this: “It’s not a bad thing to expect a friend to ask you how you’re doing. If they don’t, are you sure they’re your friend?”

And then he sent me this video:

I hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time… much needed!

I kinda feel like I need to rock a smoking jacket like Esa Pekka Salonen:

I have been committing to memory all of the transpositions of the orchestra. My intent is to begin writing in their transposed pitches as opposed to concert key. I’ve started with the flute family.

I called the Db Piccolo the Db Pickle, and the C Piccolo the C Pickle.

Off to the coffee pot…

It’s been a long, long time since a jingle made me laugh (first five seconds):

Otherwise, the video was solid BTW…