dumb problem

I'm sick, which is never fun. But the one thing that was going to make this day was the arrival of my Netflix DVD. They sent me an email yesterday stating that it would be here today, and they are almost never wrong. Case in point, this DVD did arrive today; the only problem is that it's in my next door neighbor's mailbox.  I can see it through the metal grate and it specifically says: Jordan Pearson, followed by my address, but the stupid mail man apparently cannot differentiate between the #1 and the #2.  This skill is hard, and obviously not one required by the USPS.  I wonder if Bukowski ever had this problem? Probably not.

I guess this scenario mirrors most of my, and probably many others, life. What I want to obtain is right in front of me (I can see it!) and yet there is no way, short of doing something illegal, that I can get it until my neighbor comes home from work and opens his stupid mail box.

first impressions

So I haven't blogged in quite some time.  I could blame it on finals, but I won't.  I could blame it on the gorgeous weather, but I can't; I've only been to the beach once since this bout of beautifulness, every other time I've been in a stuffy four story building selling paper with words printed on it.  So what should I blame it on, you may ask?  Nothing, I just didn't blog.  And since there are only a handful of people who read this (I'm picturing a baby's hand) I doubt I've caused much angst or disappointment.

Anyway, to bigger and far better things, and to explain this blog's title.  A year or so ago I purchased a HBO television series called "Unscripted."  It's about three "actors" in various stages of their respective careers failing and succeeding blah, blah, blah, and it's unscripted.  Ha, the irony.  My reason for purchase was that one of my acting teachers, Diane Baker, was supposedly in it playing herself.  I got three episodes in and disenchanted, I put it aside.  Didn't even get to the episodes with Ms. Baker starring.  Gave it to my brother, who said it was decent but different; a peculiar review.  Saw Ms. Baker a few weeks ago and figured, what the hell.  So I started it again and today, I just finished it.  Wow, was I wrong.  It was great.  So true to the actor's plight.  If you've ever taken an acting class or have thought about a career as an actor you must watch it.  Though it is sometimes depressing to see how many people fail, the series as a whole paints the craft with a very optimistic light.

Okay, I believe this blog to be sufficient enough to cover my aloof ass for the last couple of weeks.