I think I'll go to Boston.

Does anyone still read this blog? I forgot about it.

But in case anyone somehow reads this but not Facebook, I'm moving to Boston at the beginning of July 2011 to go to BU Law! I made a nifty countdown clock to show my time left in L.A.. To be honest, the only reason I'm posting anything is that I wanted to point to it like this ------>

Crabs!

Hi Everyone.

Been a while since I posted. Sorry about that. Lots of good stuff happening, not the least of which is that I have new office companions.

After the untimely passing of Coltrane, my betta, my awesome boss Joanna brought me the gift of 2 hermit crabs, Cake and Louis.

Pictures below.

That's Cake on the left and Louis on the right.
Also, go Sox.

The boys with Kat, queen of television licensing.

In their terrarium amidst wildlife.

New Career

I'm quitting the music business to ride steers.

Ok, not really, but I enjoyed riding the mechanical bull at Saddle Ranch, located on Sunset Blvd, just a stone's throw from my new house in Hollywood! I move in 11/10, and I foresee more trips like this one.

New Car!

So I finally got sick of fixing the many small things that were going wrong with Heather, my trusty '93 Honda Accord. Heather was a good car, she served both my sister Gina and myself well, but it was time. She's 13 now, and she's got 153,800 miles on her.

So after very, very extensive research with the invaluable assistence of Ms. Connie, I settled on the Nissan Versa. It's very reasonably priced, it's a hatchback, it's got fun toys like Bluetooth and CVT (Continuously Variable Transmission -- no shift shock-- see the commercial). Also, I handled the license for the song used in the most recent Nissan commercial, Mellowdrone's "Oh My", so I thought that was kind of neat.

It took several trips to Nissan dealers, the last of which was an entire day, but I finally got it.

Enough story... pictures!


Me with my old car, Heather, the '93 Honda Accord



New and old next to each other. This is historic.



Jodi, my salesman, shaking my hand as he is about to give me the keys.



The interior of my car (psst. don't tell anyone I didn't take this picture)



The exterior of my car (psst. That's not me inside, and my car is silver, not blue)

7-11 is scary sometimes

Hey all-

Just got back from 7-11 looking for some late night Gatorade. I had a very strange encounter that I need to re-tell.

I was waiting in line with a few people, one of whom was a friendly Asian woman who was making small talk with everyone in line and with the man behind the counter. She was perhaps slightly friendlier than I would have been at 11:30 at night at 7-11, but she was perfectly pleasant.

Also in line was an extremely large, bald anglo gentleman. For those of you readers who followed the late band Junk Nugget, he looked like a much taller, more muscle-bound version of Mike Ward, our guitar player. As in, if Mike is Bruce Banner, guy in line is the Hulk.

The conversation in line went like this:

Asian Lady (to Huge Bald Guy): "Having a nice night?"
Huge Bald Guy: "Yeah whatever."

[Asian Lady pays and leaves]

Huge Bald Guy (to me): "I mean, I'm not racist or anything, but I fly where the eagle flies if you know what I mean."

Me: "Yeah, totally."

Now, a couple of things bothered me here.

First of all, what the hell did he mean? Like... he only talks to white people? Politely responding to this Asian lady would have been some kind of betrayal to America? Or had he convinced himself that the lady trying to fill the awkward silence in line in 7-11 was interested in him romantically? And thus not "flying" with her would be saving himself for a white lady- a "place" where the "eagle" would "fly"...? I just don't know what "flying" is...

Second of all, what made this guy think that was ok to say to me? He wasn't crazy, so he wasn't just muttering. This made perfect sense to him, and he said it to me as if it were obvious - as if I would agree with him! And he waited until she left, until only I was there and he could speak freely. Do I look like a guy who would "get" something like that?

Third of all, I totally copped out and agreed. And I didn't even take any time to consider it. He had barely finished asking me before I agreed. I know that taking a stand against what may or may not have been racism in defense of a lady I didn't know and who was no longer there was probably not a good enough reason to start an argument with a guy who was of questionable sanity and character and who was unquestionably enormous. But it still made me feel like a sissy. Like a simpering little man.

I'm gonna drink my gatorade now.

Weird...

Best. Site. Ever.

www.danielfabiano.com

I know it's been a while since I've posted, but you guys gotta check this out.

(psst... it's not me)

More good news? Impossible!

I got a job at Sony!!!

This is a picture of me reviewing my new hire materials and being happy.

My official title is "Licensing Coordinator"

I'll be licensing music by Sony artists for film and television.

And I'm still working in Santa Monica!