it’s already hard. im addicted. and im procrastinating.
i have so much work to do and a hard out on Thursday. maid’s coming, so i have to skedaddle outta here.
two weeks worth of work boiled into six days.
how will i do it? am i that amazing?
i gotta say this about my first year with Los Angeleno, i always wanted to write more since leaving LAist way back when and it’s nice to write again.
it makes me really appreciate those who do it every day or damn near every day. it’s not easy.
my problem is not in the story ideas. i have 10 a day. good ones. perfect ones.
its: can i remain excited about them 20 minutes after theyre approved?
the answer is rarely yes. so i try to write as fast as i can before i get bored to death.
my brain zips around so much these days FOR OBVIOUS REASONS and social media does not help because each page refresh or full screen scroll leads to two new moments of agita.
thats one thing i miss about not being in Chicago, even though i havent been there in ages, i miss the italians
today at the grocery store this black guy passed me and said nice hat.
turned out he was from the South Side. super rarity to have that happen.
most younger black dudes from that part of town are Sox fans.
they view Cub fans as entitled white boy fratty dudes — and they’re not 100% wrong.
so i asked him why a Cub fan and he said his grandma always had WGN on back in the day.
i wish more networks understood the secret trick that WGN did to us:
Ray Rayner cartoons in the morning, Bozo at noon and the Cubs at 1:20pm.
it tricked millions of us kids to get addicted.
i still dont know how a kids show at noon stayed so successful when most of their target market – pre TIVO – was at school, but thats another story idea for another media outlet.