As EVERYONE is leaving work, we're having almost daily going-away parties, and today is no different, so I have to leave at noon. But a few things first...

...Thanks for your email about the anniversary/birthday entry. However, It Was Fake. But you knew that right? Y'all who asked what happened to the cats were just kidding? Right? Right? Shit. I did, however, work at the Learning Annex and for Louie Anderson. Oh, and I like Boggle. And I went to NYU. The rest... not so true...

...The Giants finally won a game. But away. Not in their new home. I already bought tickets to a Giants game in August, even though I had no plans to be in S.F. for August, that's how psyched I am to see the new park. And the A's are, once again, a very exciting young team. If you live in the Bay Area, go see them...

...Is Keeping The Faith any good? Lemme know if you've seen it...

...We just got called to go talk to the BIG BOSS upstairs. He's heard my little group of 3 are very unhappy and ready to quit. That's not entirely untrue...

...Shit. I just remembered I'm going to Berkeley for Easter. And I've been saying it like that for so long, that I didn't realize until now that I'm leaving, in like, 36 hours...

...Oooh, but I'll have my new laptop with my new modem up there. I'm all Kraftwerk and shit...

...Everyone once in a while, I get in OverTime mode here at work. All that matters to me is racking up overtime. It usually lasts only a week or so, but there is something so wonderful about getting a massive check. I guess I'm really just saying that I'm incredibly shallow and I really like money. Fine. Be that way...

...Mentioning my time at the Learning Annex made me nostalgic. Is it possible to be nostalgic for a period in your life where you wanted to shoot yourself in the head every day? If it is then, man, I miss the Annex. I actually had a good time there. It's a long story, but basically the most insane people in the world live in New York City. The most insane people in New York City take classes at the Learning Annex. Hence, I spent my days signing up the Most Insane People in the World for classes in things such as "how to have a better orgasm" and "wine tasting" and "how to get out of paying taxes." Todd and I worked there together. That was one perk. There were a few more. I saw Kevin Bacon and Kurt Vonnegut speak for free. I stole a phone. I made out with a co-worker. I learned the true humor of putting empty fax-paper rolls up to your eye and going all pirate-like, "Arrrrrrrrggg!" I ended up getting fired. That's a good story. Maybe I've told it. I think I did. But once again, I busted out of that place all righteous and Jerry Maguire, going, "Who's Coming With Me???" And simultaneously my other 8 co-workers said, "Learning Annex, may I help you."...

...And I turn 28 on Tuesday. My mom is pissed because I won't tell her what I want. How do you tell your mom: a 6-pack of Guinness, a pack of smokes, and Cate Blanchett?...

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY: Woke up. Went to work. Came home. Had sex with your sister. Watched Benny Hill. Went to bed. That was a good day.

The Corin "Corky" Nemec Happy Song Corner

 
 
If it was up to me. You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me. Wit your hands out lookin up to me. Like you want somethin free. When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me. But now that I got this little company. Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease. But you won't get a crumb from me. Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton). I told em all. All them little gangstas. Who you think helped mold 'em all. Now you wanna run around and talk about guns. Like I ain't got none. What you think I sold 'em all. Cause I stay well off. Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off. What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad. Tryna get this damn label off. I ain't havin that. This is the millenium of Aftermath. It ain't gonna be nothin after that. So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap. You can have it back. So where's all the mad rappers at. It's like a jungle in this habitat. But all you savage cats. Know that I was strapped wit gats. When you were cuddlin a cabbage patch... speaking of which. Tricks always be coming up to me asking me, "Ooh. Ooh. Corky. Corky. What was it like to be on "Parker Lewis Can't Lose." And then they be wondering what "happened" to me. Shit, I'm in the lab with a pen and a pad trying to get my new sitcom idea off the ground. Motherfuckas forgot about Corky...
 
 
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