Not understanding why she was being asked to tout an advertisment for cheap satellite TV, Amber Johnson (inset) looks directly at the sun as instructed. ”Gee, that stings!” admitted Amber. How much am I getting paid for this? ”Shut up and smile!” countered Nathan Frakes, her manager and agent.

Signed up on Matchmaker.com. Not sure about my prospects. Found some people attractive. Difficult to just start a conversation.
Looks like most everyone is there for a 14 day trail. Signed up my username is EIGHT367. Wrote The Matchmaker and requested
name to change to EIGHT888. Attempted witty banter style in my essay answers. After 16 years the questions on Matchmaker
have changed very little. Need to suggest adding new genres to types of music. Jungle is no where on there. What about the
Jungle? Ravers everywhere won’t be able to accurately depict their favorite music type. The humanity!


Back in Atlanta in the Check Out Seat. Need to take a picture of this vantage point somehow. Too many people walking
by. I seem to be bonding with girls who have boyfriends for the last 15 minutes. As if to say, ”Yeah, I’m with him, but he sucks.
You look interesting. However, I’m just walking by and I’ll forget about you in 15 seconds.” I’m pretty sure they are thinking
all of that as they walk by. Either that or there’s a five dollar bill or something interesting on the floor near me.


Get to spend a near grand total of 46 hours in H-Town. I could culture yogurt, that’s so much time. In the end, I will try to
recover from the flu shot I got on Wednesday night. Had to sit out of work on Thursday with flu-like symptoms. Considered
calling the hotel lobby to tell them, ”Hey, I have flu-like symptoms. Please don’t send anyone up to clean the room.” Decided
I wouldn’t and just hung out the do not disturb sign which roughly translates to ”Hey Don’t Come In Here!” At one point there
were people having extremely noisy sex in the rooms on my left and right. Must be some kind of punishment for being celibate.
Not being celibate by choice, but apparently another person is necessary in order to not be celibate. Dammit.


This mom and daughter behind me started to diss George Clooney and I was ready to jump up and defend George. Decided
against it since I’ve only met him in at parties and our total chat time doesn’t exceed 10 minutes.
I need to just go ahead and become a celebrity myself so I can get over the
aura and mystique that accompanies meeting someone you’ve only seen on TV and in film. And speaking of film…
I’m gonna go watch ”Monsters, Inc.” tonight. The trailer for ”Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones” is playing before
”Monsters” and I am so totally there. I am giddy. Will report back on my reaction. Stay tuned..


Notice the subtle
redesign on my site? Put some older sections on moratorium until they can be properly redesigned. Will bring up a new section
to separate some of my Creations section. Any suggestions? Email me at .


I’m on the plane now. Dude with a mullet sitting in front of me is reclined as far as he possible can get. Considering typing really
loud. Consider taking a picture of his mullet. Trying to figure out how I can get his head to keep slipping and bumping into the
seat next to him. Bright read mirrored glasses adorn his skull. Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh! I am creeped out. Filmed some Digital 8
video out the window of the plane just to see what it will look like. Been walking around with my camera for two weeks and so far
the only thing I’ve taped are some friends at the office chatting and two minutes of zooming in and out of Atlanta while we were
at 10,000 feet. Should have taped my reactions to the noisey hoo-haw going on in the rooms yesterday.


I’m going to stop now and attempt to write a comedy routine amidst the invasion of Mullet Man’s greased up head. Eeew.