Posity-Post

The Tomb is open.

www.tombofanubis.com

I finally got through my writer's block.

Come and visit.

Nix says: Despite the errors, I think it's one of the most coherent things I have written.

PHONE Room?

The above title does not properly express the intonation that makes it funny. For the proper delivery, see or talk to me in person. But it makes me laugh.

So, I'm doing ok in Texican town. I've made a little over 20 grand in 2 days, for the company (and only on paper). However, we seem to be getting quite a few "paid in full"s, and that's fucking cool.

But, damn! It's been the most chaotic fucking 2 days I've ever seen. We're having so many couples that it's taking us right up to the start of the next show to get done. And we're back to doing 3 shows on the weekend. I am SO looking forward to sleeping in, tomorrow, and only having 1 show to do at night. Hopefully, we can keep up the momentum and kick the shit out of Mr. Tuck In Your Sweater.

Interestingly, (for those in the know) that fucker did a show in blue-jeans after he saw John do one in them. hahahahahahah! I just did all my shows in jeans with a nice shirt and my beautiful black VANS and rocked the fucking house.

Seriously, the 3 shows I did today, were probably my best yet and I made great sales on top of that. I keep saying: "If I don't feel comfortable, how can the audience feel comfortable?" Looks like looking "professional" doesn't mean shit, as proven by John and his crazy fucking shirts (that he does not tuck in).

I think it also has to do with who is with me to close.

TJ would always tell me not to say "hell". Fuck that. If an audience is not cool with very slight cursing, then I tone it down. If they're ready and willing to have fun and put down those shields they come in with, then we have fun.

TJ would say I thought I could read minds and shit. No. I read people. It's my fucking job.

So with how uptight he was and how often he would walk in and fuck up my show by talking on the phone or constantly messing with shit (crinkling paper, coming up front to adjust the A/C, and just distracting the audience) I did a totally different demo.

Granted, we did a fuck-load of sales and he is a great closer. However, by being able to just make the demo fully mine, I've been doing just fucking fine, thank you.

I really wish I could keep Jeff as my closer. But I'm pretty sure he'll have to go back to Tommy and I'll be back with tattle-tale-TJ.

I love TJ. He's a great person. But he's a terrible match for me as a closer.

Jeff has grown a lot signing people in and closing. I've been getting him into the show and I've seen much improvement in his approach and delivery.

Hopefully, if he has to go back to Tommy, he'll look to me as I do to Scolly. The person who actually taught him something.

I love my fucking job. Especially, right now.

I should go back to bed.

Nix says: 84 per munst.

Have You Ever Done Weed...On Weed?

That has nothing to do with me, right at this minute. I've just been joking about it for the past 24 hours, or more.

I'm so pissed that I had to fucking leave on my B-Day. And depressed that I missed it and Halloween.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whoever can say whatever you want about my whining and how I chose this profession and whatever else you can come up with. But you can fuck off.

I'm just feeling so goddamn lonely.

I appreciate the myspace comments, btw, for those of you that did that.

Just........

Dunno.

Nix says: Bye

My Wonderful Birthday

It fucking sucked.

I woke up. Packed my shit and spent 12 hours in a goddamn mini-van driving to Texas.

That was exactly what I wanted to do.

@Beaver: Thanks for coming over and for the books. They'll come in handy while I'm out here for so long.

@Quill: Thanks for the call.

I go, now. Must set up for my first show.

Nix says: Happy Fucked-Day to me.

Things To Say? Perhaps.

Lemp Mansion was great. Well worth the $. The ghosts messed with us, a bit. Made friends with the other guests and just had a great time.

Now, I'd like to vent and address certain issues:

"WTF is this "shove" supposed to fucking be?

Why are you making it sound like I just walk around being all smooth and shit and don't mean what I say? WTFUCKINGFUCK?

Fine. You can delete me from internet shit, but I'm still here. And I still care about you. Fuck off. I can't even call you to talk. And the last time I DID call, you acted like you hated me. Fuck all that.

I really hope everything works out for you, but there is no reason for the shit you're giving me. I never did anything to deserve the shit you're making me out to be."

So, finally going back to Texas. And I'm kicking all sorts of ass with sales. ALL SORTS OF ASS ARE BEING KICKED BY ME.

Nix says: Tuck your lips into your nostrils.

Happy Birthday? Doubt It.

I've said most of this on the BJForum, but I felt like actually fucking blogging.

I turn 32 on the 26th of this month. Unfortunately, I leave for Texas on the 26th, as well. So, I get to spend 12 hours in a mini-van on my birthday.

It gets even better! I get to spend Halloween in Texas, as well! Isnt that awesome?

Oh, well. As long as the sales are there, I'll be ok.

Now Jessica's birthday is the 22nd, so we're gonna visit my sis on Saturday and then spend Sunday night at the Lemp mansion.

I already knew the basic story of the Lemps and all that, but I've been doing a lot of reading and getting pumped up to go. We're actually staying in the William Lemp Suite, which is where ol' Willie shot himself. Nice!

@Spawn: Anubis is back and has stated that he is now FINALLY getting around to sending out the prizes. I specifically brought it up. Let me know when you get your shit, bitch.

That's about it, dammit.

Nix says: Tetris, Tetris, Tetris, Tetris!

That Was Fun

I actually had people over, last night. And was awake, too.

Me, Jess, Jeff and his girl, one of Jess's friends and Marcus played games and laughed, a lot.

That's a shit-load of people.

And then I made dinner for me, Jess and Marcus.

This is a boring post. Just had a good time and wanted to share.

Tonight is dedicated to the Tivoli for Evil Aliens. SUPPORT INDEPENDENT FILM!!!!!

Nix says: Weapon Mouth

Well, Another One.

I just keep hearing songs that make my personal soundtrack.

Guster: Dissolve

Well it's true he was so young
But you are here
And the moment clouds your brain

You could have even saved him
That means nothing
You could have even been there
It's a lie

How can you blame him for your life
It's a mental suicide
and it carries you away

Dissolve your fears into one
Try to figure out
Dissolve will find a way

And it's true we aren't immune
But there's a way
And denial clouds your brain

To try and understand him
That means nothing
To try and find the meaning
It's a lie

How can you blame him for your life
It's a mental suicide
And it carries you away

Dissolve your fears into one
Try to figure out
Dissolve will find a way

To right or wrong
To understand
To figure out
It's in his plans
To leave alone
To find a way
To figure out
It's not your fault

And it's the both of you he's ruined
He's torn away
All the desire born inside

You could have even saved him
That means nothing
You could have even been there
It's a lie

To try and understand him
That means nothing
To try and find the meaning
It's a lie

Dissolve your fears into one
Try to figure out
Dissolve will find a way

To leave alone
To find a way
To figure out
It's not your fault
You see yourself
Mother would be proud of you
To leave alone
To find a way
To figure out
It's not your fault
You see yourself
Mother would be proud of you anymore

I've Been Having Dreams

It's the end of the world.

I had these just before Katrina fucked up New Orleans.

Something is coming. Prolly bad.

This is my song, today.

Oingo Boingo: Noone Lives Forever

You worry too much
You make yourself sad
You can't change fate
But don't feel so bad
Enjoy it while you can
It's just like the weather
So quit complaining brother . . . . . . .
No one lives forever!!

Let's have a party there's a full moon in the sky
It's the hour of the wolf and I don't want to die

I'm so happy dancing while the grim reaper
cuts, cuts, cuts
But he can't get me
I'm as clever as can be, and I'm very quick, but don't forget
we've only got so many tricks
No one lives forever!!!

You think you got it rough?
What about your darling doggy?
Ten short years
And he's getting old and groggy
I don't think it's very fair
Cold, chop, low, but it's all relative my friend
No one lives forever!!!
Let's have a party there's a full moon in the sky
It's the hour of the wolf and I
Don't want to die (but) . . .

No one beats him at his game
For very long but just the same
Who cares, there's no place safe to hide
Nowhere to run--no time to cry
So celebrate while you still can
'Cause any second it may end.
And when it's all been said and done . . .
Better that you had some fun
Instead of hiding in a shell-Why make your life a living
hell?
So have a toast, and down the cup
And drink to bones that turn to dust ('cause) . . .
No one, no one, no one, no one . . . . . . . (etc.)
No one lives forever!! (Hey!)

Fuck That Jazz...I'm Happy!

I don't know if this is the original artist, but this is my mood, today. I love this movie. I'm gonna die.

Hugh Jackman
Song: Everything Old Is New Again


When trumpets were mellow
And ev'ry gal only had one fellow
No need to remember when
'Cause ev'ry thing old is new again

(Dancin' at) Your Long Island Jazz Age parties
Waiter, bring us more Bacardis
We'll order now what they ordered then
'Cause ev'ry thing old is new again

Get out your white suit, your tap shoes and tails
Let's go backwards when all else fails
And movie stars you thought were long dead
Now are framed beside your bed

Don't throw the past away
You might need it some rainy day
Dreams can come true again
When ev'ry thing old is new again

Get out your white suit, your tap shoes and tails
Let's go backwards when forward fails
But leave Greta Garbo alone
Be a movie star on your own

And don't throw the past away
You might need it some rainy day
Dreams can come true again
When ev'ry thing old is new again

I might fall
In love
With you again