Last night Dom and I watched a bit of the last debates before our production meeting. I guess someone told Bushy not to yell because his voice was a lot more calm this time. He's still a raving lunatic though. They finally addressed the gay marriage question. I had forgotten that Kerry is actually AGAINST it. However, he truly believes that the government should STAY OUT of it. Bushy, on the other hand, said something like “I believe everyone in America should be treated equally. Except for the homos”. Kerry brought up Cheney's daughter. I wonder if being the lesbian daughter if Dick Cheney makes it hard to get dates. You certainly can never bring your girlfriend home to meet the parents.
They also talked about abortion again. Kerry had the BEST response that I have ever heard a Christian give as to why Roe V. Wade should not be overturned. He paraphrased Kennedy saying:
“Here on Earth, God's work must truly be our own. I think that's the test of public service.”
(I found a transcription of the debates. My liberal, stoner brain couldn't remember something like that verbatim).
This morning on the radio, they announced that there is less than TWO WEEKS till the elections. Just typing that literally makes me shiver. I am terrified. I need someone to hold me.
In less anxious news, our production meeting last night was great. We brought two new people on board who are just as excited about the project as we are. Best of all, they know LOADS of talented people. Whoever says that Seattle isn't a filmmaking community (The Stranger, I'm looking at you) can suck it. Snow Day, Bloody Snow Day is going to be AWESOME. At the very least, this project is gonna be a whole hell of a lot of fun. As is our upcoming Holiday Zombie Carnival. Stay tuned for more details about that! Also, eventually, my filmmaking rants will be on the Tangent Productions production blog, so that I have more room in this space to talk about how retarded Lost is. (Even though I can't stop watching it. I blame the beguiling ears of Dominic Monaghan).
One more quick plug:
Tonight, “Terry” is playing at the NW Film Forum Local Sightings fest. It's free and easy, babies. So come on out and watch it.
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loud shout of 'Hup!'
I found out today that only my boss man in this office is a republican. The other two (Even Lil Hitler) are voting for Kerry. Thank GOD for that. It's weird though. My boss is so nice. How can he want to vote for the anti-christ? I can understand people being fiscally republican (like my dad) but if you're not homophobic, extremely Christian or retarded why would you vote for Bushy? WHY? WHY? WHY?
I still haven't asked my dad if he's voting for Bushy. I don't know if I want to know the answer.
Worst Halloween Costume Ever
This is supposed to be a list of the worst Halloween costumes ever. But if you ask me, a lot of them would be pretty damned hilarious in modern times. I particularly like Small Wonder.
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Another whirlwind weekend! Fun but, at times, weird.
Friday, Faye and I ditched work to putz around. We shopped a little, to finish off our Halloween costumes. Then we hit happy hour at Julia's. We were waited on by a man who looked like a young Giles from Buffy The Vampire Slayer. That made me rather giddy, despite the fact that he was pretty gay. We ate delicious food and drank beer at 4pm. Then we headed back to Faye's to watch the debates with Dom and Sherrard. As most of you know, the debates were ABSOLUTELY FUCKING INSANE. Bushy was grasping on to sanity by a tiny tiny thread, as illustrated by the fact that he was yelling at the audience and coining such catch phrases as “The Internets” and “Babbling Green Eyeshades”. Meanwhile, Kerry was intelligent, gentle, personable, and for the first time, I wanted to vote for him because I liked what he was saying and not because of necessity. That still could have had something to do with who he was juxtaposed against. But when he gave his answer to that raving pro-lifer about his stance on abortion, I was very close to standing up and cheering.
We then tried to watch Lady in White, but it was curtailed because we were just to drunk at that point. That's what we get for making drinking game rules for the debates.
Saturday, I went to see DiG! with Faye, Elyse, Gene and Andrew. It was a REALLY well orchestrated documentary about a band called the Brian Jonestown Massacre and their one-sided rival with the Dandy Warhols. Basically, the premise is that the main guy in the BJM is a mad genius with severe emotional problems. He has every opportunity to be a much bigger star than the Dandy's but he constantly sabotages himself with drugs and hissy fits. The film was extremely intense, and at times, hilarious. Afterward, I had a mini anxiety attack because I had just watched a man's life fall apart before my eyes. I do, however, recommend the film.
Later, we supped at the Canterbury and rushed off to see Dom's short “Kitchen Soup For the Soul” play at the NW Film Forum Local Sightings Festival. It was part of the “Tragedy and Comedy” series of shorts. Dom's played right after a very long “short” about people dying/killing themselves/living in drafty houses. The best part was that the women who played the dying, neglectful mother in the previous short, also played the mother in Dom's short. That's comedy, baby.
After a day in dark theatres, we went to the Wok and Grill and were horrified to discover that the greatness of the place is catching on with the locals. This is upsetting as I was hoping we would be the only ones who would annoy the old lady who runs the place and make her stay up way past her bedtime. If other people do it too, we won't be special in her eyes. Sad.
After a brief excursion to the Rosebud, where we realised we never want to go there again, we had one final (probably unnecessary) drink at The Satellite and then retired. Good times and loud conversations were had by all.
Sunday I nursed a hangover (why do I even TRY to drink hard alcohol anymore?), fucked around in the apartment, went to yoga (great class!!) and then it was MY turn to see my work on the big-er screen. “Terry” played in a series called “Dancing and Dating”. I'm pleased to say that “Terry” looked great on the big screen. The music was a little loud, but that's what happens when you ROCK. It was also, in my opinion, one of the better pieces. But there was one, called “Rent's Due” that seriously kicked the asses of all the shorts I've seen so far. I hope you can all see “Terry” on Thursday at 7:30 and you will also be able to catch “Rent's Due”.
This morning, we all arrived for our Monday morning 7am crapfest. Everyone, that is, apart from the Lil'est Dictator, who fucking requested the 7am meeting time in the first place. She arrived at 7:50 and her only contributions were to bitch at Boss Man for making jokes, violently smack her tea bag around inside her cup, and ask me if I've done my homework. (She assigned me readings to do “outside office time” in order to “better acquaint” myself with my “new position”. I haven't done them). Hate. Her.
It's going to be another long week.
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It's FRIDAY!
Well, not really. But I'm taking tomorrow off to gallivant around the city with Faye so it's LIKE Friday for me. Especially since this week has seemed like a goddamned eternity.
I'm not sure what Faye and I are going to do tomorrow. We were originally going to crappy matinee and then maybe hit Shorty's or something. But the matinees that we haven't already seen are just TOO crappy. So we need a plan B. Either way, I'm just relieved as hell that I don't have to be here tomorrow.
Tonight is the NW Film Forum Grand Opening Bash. I can't wait to see the new space. It will be even more exciting when I see my music video on the big screen there, next week. (I'm assuming the screen will be big instead of bigger than small, as it was at the old NW Film Forum space).
Even though it's my Friday, I might call it an early night because, man, I have felt like crap this week. So maybe a little tour of the new space, a free drink or two, and then home to watch “Lost” and straight to bed. We'll see what happens.
Even though I'm pretty tired, I'm also a little overexcited right now because last night we had our first official production meeting for Snow Day, Bloody Snow Day. We decided to plan a big-assed zombie holiday carnival as a fundraiser. That's going to happen sometime in December. I've been brimming with ideas and emailing everyone and everyone has been telling me to chill the fuck out. :) Stay tuned for details.
Happy Fun Entry About Nip/Tuck
Last night was the season finale of Nip/Tuck. The previews promised it to be “so shocking, you will poop your neighbors pants” or something. This season has been surprising in its trashiness, sure. But it's pretty hard to shock me. Joss Whedon seems to be the only television writer who can do that sufficiently. And even he hasn't done that in a long time.
****SPOILER ALERT****
(Like anyone reads my blog for Nip/Tuck updates)
So, I started watching, thinking “Bring it on, Ryan Murphy. What have you got?”. I wasn't shocked when it was revealed than Famke Jansen was a man. (Hellooooo, horse face). I wasn't shocked when Joan Rivers wanted to get surgery to look older to make her grandson happy. I wasn't shocked when Adrienne killed himself (that boy was WAAAAY too fucked up to live). I wasn't shocked when Sean told Julia he loved her and it looked like he about to go on a Kamikaze mission to kill the Carver. But the last shot of the episode…ok, it didn't SHOCK me, necessarily. But I never saw it coming at all. So, bravo, Ryan Murphy. You got me. I am indeed concerned for Christian's welfare. Because the LAST thing that guy needs is to get ass-raped again. And he seemed to be making so much progress toward not being so much of a prick. Hmmm…UNLESS, we're supposed to believe that the Carver KILLED Christian, because he told Sean that he was going to kill HIM. In that case, that IS shocking. While I'm thinking about it, how did The Carver even KNOW about Christian if Sean was the only one who did the television interview. Unless the Carver is THEIR ANESTHESIOLOGIST!! SHOCKING!!
Ok, I'm done now.
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****WARNING****
THE FOLLOWING ENTRY IS LADEN WITH MELANCHOLY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
It's pretty gloomy outside. For some reason, though, I was happy about it when I walked out the door this morning. The warm dampness hit my skin and I smiled. But now I am in my office where this is no weather. It's always 60 degrees and fluorescent in this place.
My mom called me last night to tell me she has a spot of melanoma on her back that she has to get removed. It's not a huge deal as long as she acts on it fast. And she's had cysts before. It's all because she's been living in sunny places for 30 years. She's a walking advertisement for sunscreen. Makes me very glad I live in a place where you don't see the sun that often.
She also told me about how she had to kick out her new roommate because the lady was starting to mooch. I worry about my mom because, since the divorce, she has been letting people take advantage of her in this way, letting them stay with her and eat her food and make demands. She has no leech radar and doesn't get rid of people until they've been sucking her dry for a while. My mom's lack of self-sufficiency has become the #1 reason why I don't want to get married. She was married to my dad for 30 years and she completely forgot how to be on her own. As a result, she makes poor decisions. I had to tell her that for a while, she need to stop trusting people outside her immediate family and learn to say no to people who ask her for favors. Hopefully, this will help her. She will have to get a job soon and she's terrified. She hasn't worked since I was a small child. I never ever EVER want to find myself in such a situation. Obviously, times are different, married women, even stay at home moms, are a lot more independent than they used to be. But it still worries me. Sometimes you don't know you're complacent until it's too late to do anything about it.
This is all frighteningly familiar.
The ones I actually agree with are in bold. The rest paint a clear picture as to why I moved away from there. Comments in italics.
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You have drunk tea/water/any beverage out of a mason jar. What do you mean it's unusual to pray at football/baseball/basketball games? Biscuits go great with ANY meal! You know the difference between sweet tea and tea with sugar mixed in it. You know that Methodists are just Baptists that can read. Methodists can read? Forget roasted peanuts, you like your's boiled. You know there's more than one way to have your okra. The War between the States was about State's Rights, of course! And the Gulf war was about oil. And the current war is about “tur-ists” Wally World is what you call Wal Mart. You've been to the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party at least once. Wasn't of drinking age when I lived there. But I knew about them. Florida's just different. It's worse, but not that different If you're a guy, you've worn shorts with boots. You love going to the State Fair, and the Rattlesnake Roundup, and the Chicken Pie Festival, and Mossy Creek, and Buckarama, and……. etc etc etc. You call people of all ages sir or ma'am. I had to when I lived there. It's rude not to. But I only call older folks that now. If you're a girl, you've been pet-named either sugar britches, darlin', or butter bean. Only by waitresses Sure you know Bubba, he lives two houses down in that nice triple wide with the above ground pool behind it. Here's a tough decision: Sweet Potato Pie or Peach Cobbler?? Jeff Davis and Bobby Lee are national heroes!! You haven't ever seen snow, but you sure would like to! You say/have said any of the following, “I reckon”, “Mash that button”, “I about fell out”, or “Hey ya'll! Watch this!” {{{Shiver}}} You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from the South. |
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This morning, as I was walking toward my office, I very nearly got hit it the face by a crazy woman who was gesticulating wildly and shouting obscenities at a passing bus. Ah, city life.
I just found out that, contrary to what I originally thought, my office is open on Columbus Day. Apparently, the discovery and subsequent assimilation of a nation is cause to celebrate for banks and lending institutions, but not so for financial advisors. Oh well. At least I get to skip on Friday.
Other good-ish news:
Both “Terry” and “Love and 145 Watts” were excepted into the Bellingham Projections Film Festival. This will take place the weekend of November 7th. I'm not sure when my films will be playing, but if it happens to be on Saturday or Sunday, Dom and I will be taking a little roadtrip to Bellingham. Anybody wanna join us? Rooms at the Day's Inn are only $45/night.
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