Voodoo Child v. 16: it doesn't have to be eternal to be immortal.

It's early, I'm tired, and I haven't blogged. I'm a little hopped up on adrenaline, and I want to go back to sleep, seeing as to how I went to bed late and all.

First off, the last few days I've been with my students as they get ready for their PCN. It was hell, I tell you, from a technical perspective, but in the end, as with this group, they are strangely blessed with the ability to pull it off. What's amazing is that they really do this over and over again. I'll mark this as the worst pre-production I have ever seen. Congrats, kids. Like I said, no one knows you screwed up until you show us that you messed up. Chewing gum on stage. Kills me.

Last night, I got home pretty late. Mango was passed out, but I hadn't eaten dinner at that time. I get home, tell him I'm hungry, then  figure it's too late for us to go tooling around for food (and i'm not going to Lucky Chances, sorry), We instead go to Jack in the Crack, which excites Mango because he gets to relive his College Late Night Food Run experience (Jumbo Jack with cheese and 4 tacos). Two experiences with the porcelin gods should mean that his college days are over, baby, over.

This morning, my dad is shouting, MY CAR! MY CAR! VOODOO WAKE UP! SOMEONE TOOK MY CAR! He let his ride warm up in the driveway, and went into the bathroom to, uh, drain, and he heard the truck driving away. So yep. Someone jumped into his truck and sped off with it. He gave chase on foot, but couldn't get a good look at the person. We called the good ol' SFPD and they sent over two women officers (while Dad was talking to them, I went to get Mango, who was in bed, that there were two pretty hot women cops outside...he came out, went to wash his face and be presentable, then they drove away. Hahahah.). It's frustrating that someone might be watching our house, or that we are probably at risk being so near a crappy part of town and on the end of a cul de sac (if that's what the bourgeois call the dead end) where we get a lot of foot traffic from the hood. I also learned that if we happen to see the car and take it back without calling the officers, we get taken down at gunpoint. Fancy.

Well that's it for now. I have a video for you to watch since you do rely on some cultural references:

Little boy. Beyonce. WTF? WORK IT OUT, HONEY.

Enjoy. Shitty morning, long week, and I'm ready to take a vacation again...but that's life. You get up and you move on.

Voodoo