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Let's start with the night before I left. Lydia and I went on a very fun movie date at that little theater in Los Feliz in Los Angeles. We went to see "The Aristocrats." Cool idea, but after a half hour we were very bored. The mime was cool and you the one or two reversals on that one joke were nice, but it got very stagnant after a while. Another irritating thing about that film is that even though it has 100 interviewees, it has no text with any names on the screen at all, which makes it seem even more like an in-joke for comedians, to the exclusion of non-comedians like me.....And also the editing keeps going back and forth from one camera to the next when there's no need to, to the point of distraction.

...Lydia and I went out to the lobby and tried to get the squeaky voiced teen to let us go into one of the other movies, but he wouldn't. I politely asked him to call the manager, and he did. I asked the manager to either let us check out another movie or give us our money back. I lied and very politely told him that the Aristocrats "Really offended me". (They don't cut you slack if you think the movie just sucks.) Since the movie is about a joke where people shit on their kids and then it goes downhill from there, he didn't question it. He said we could go to either of the other flicks.

We went into that penguin flick, about ¾ of the way in progress already. We laughed, we cried, we held hands, we tried not to laugh too loud. It was a nifty flick (though still I don't understand why it's the second-biggest grossing documentary ever. It's certainly not the second-BEST doc ever. It's standard National Geographic fare. Hell, at least the Aristocrats had a unique idea. Only ONE unique idea, but at least it had one.

We left tearfully and sneaked into the last half hour of "The 40-Year-Old Virgin". Now THAT is a good movie. I wanted to not like it, but it's very fucking good.

This was one of the best dates to the movie I've ever had. Mew!

Lydia went back to my place, crashed out and woke up two hours later and she drove me to the airport. Thus began the longest day of travel I ever had. From the time we left my house until I arrived at Marika's house in Prague was 22 hours. In that time I
-Flew from Los Angeles to North Carolina to Frankfurt Germany, to Prague Czech Republic.
--Got recognized in Frankfurt airport by someone who hadn't seen me in ten years.
--Answered e-mails on a hard-to-use airport Internet Kiosk with a broken keyboard with non-English characters that slowed my typing from 90 wpm to about 7 wpm.
--answered 67 e-mails, including dealing, as best as I could, with five people who were very angry at me, for varying degrees of "it's my fault"-everything from "somewhat my fault" to "not even close.

--Found that this German kiosk blocked myspace for "being a dating site" and blocked kittyfeet.com as being "pornography", which it is not.
--had three layovers totaling about 7 hours, including one where I was late getting back to the terminal and they were announcing "passenger Dean, passenger Dean, your tram is leaving". I stepped onto the tram and they were all pissed at me.

--Was on one flight with announcements in three languages. (English, Czech and German.)
--Slept about three hours on the plane. Got to my friend Marika's in Prague, slept one hour more. Found out her roommate Rebecca knows almost everyone I know in Houston. Walked around Prague with jetlag. Feel alternately physically wrecked, and also a little empty, but sometimes weepy. Sort of like being drunk without the pleasure…empty and disoriented, vacillating with feeling like telling my friends, 'I fucking love you, man." Then crying.

--Met the coolest dog in the world, named Magoo. He lives where I'm staying. He was born with only one eye, and the breeders who had him couldn't sell him and were gonna put him down. Marika and Rebecca and Pamela saved him. He's sweet, sort of reminds me of a cat.

I'm fighting off sleep for a few more hours so I can go to sleep and begin on a somewhat realistic schedule tonight. It's 9 pm here now, (noon in LA). I'm trying hard to stay up three more hours.

Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrow. I'm gonna get off and upload this. I'll let the photos do the talkin…..

Love, mwd.