inferiority complex taxidermists behind 8


I relaxed for a minute or two when I got home and then headed over to the Canterbury with the lovely and talented Faye to start our evening of debauchery. We chose our table and sat and waited for our people to show up. It was one of those evenings where people came and went and we stayed affixed in our seats like so much immovable furniture. But happy, drunk furniture. We were visited by the likes of sweet Erin, krk, Andrew, Derek, Aiyana, Elyse, Erik, Borgia, Sherrard, another Chris and a cast of hundreds. People came and went and ordered and once again we made the mistake of not paying as we went. So at the end of the night, Faye and I were left with a bill full of things that we weren’t responsible for and the guilty parties nowhere to be found. Some people owe us some money. But before that happened, we had a lot of fun talking with the peeps, playing music on the juke, getting nearly concussed by a flying volleyball, eating delicious fries smothered in fairy dust, drinking a lot of beer (though not as much as we were charged for) seeing a stranger’s penis, and avoiding people from ye olde alma mater that we didn’t necessarily want to see. T’was a fun and eventful night, to be sure.

We had much to do so I only slept in till around 9:30. We listened to some more music from our composers for “Snow Day” down in L.A. Then I got ready to go to the Seattle Animal Shelter to check out the kitty selection. Like this guy, I have been wanting a kitty of my own for quite some time. I had cats growing up, but in my adult life, it has been mostly rodents (whom I loved dearly but their lives are far too short). My last two rodents had to go and live with Auntie Faye because Dom’s cat, Marilyn, wanted to eat them and it gave them little rattie stress disorders. (For some reason my first two ratties weren’t afraid of her at all. But she definitely wanted to eat them too). Anyway, I still wanted a pet of my own. Someone to pet and love, etc. Marilyn is very much Dom’s cat. She likes me ok but she doesn’t want to sit on my lap and rarely wants me to give her the hugs and pets that I have in abundance to give. So a cat of my very own was the only solution.
After taking care of some more film business, Faye, Dom and I arrived at the Shelter just as it opened. Despite some guy standing outside the door trying to give away a beautiful dog by shouting about how his owner had killed himself and the dog had been abused, the shelter wasn’t quite as depressing as I’d prepared myself for. It’s run by good people who make sure to only let the animals get adopted by the right folks. You have to fill out an application before you can even pet an animal. Anywho, after passing a few kitties in the front room (including THE fattest house cat I have ever seen…seriously. My guess is that she tipped the scales at 20 pounds), I went to the back where I met many nice cats who needed a place to live. I had some requirements that needed to be met. Adult cat, male (because Marilyn would NOT get on with another girl), and not too old because, as much as I wanted to take home that sweet 15-year old boy, I don’t think I could handle getting attached to yet another animal that would be gone in just a few years. Also, the cat in question must be friendly, mellow and a lap cat. We found a fellow right away who seemed to meet these requirements. He was a bit younger than I’d wanted (11 months), but he was pawing at the cage to get our attention. His information said that he was very friendly and a lap cat. He had only been at the shelter a day or two and was brought there by a pregnant woman who had owned him for only a week. Apparently, she couldn’t handle all the spraying that this un-neutered cat was doing and, whatwith the bun in the oven, she didn’t have time to deal. Well, he was getting neutered before anyone could adopt him, so as far as I was concerned, he had no problems. I filled out the form and earned my petting privileges. The cat in question (unnamed), was placed on Dom’s lap and immediately settled in. He took a brief sabbatical on my lap but then returned to Dom’s ready for a nap. He seemed pretty cozy wherever though and was very much enjoying the barrage of pets that we gave him. He also didn’t meow once (which would make a great foil to Marilyn’s loquaciousness). We were sold. I filled out more paperwork and the young lad was mine. Unfortunately, we couldn’t take him home that say because he needed to be snipped first. So he was set for the knife on Monday and Monday evening, his groggy, furryness would arrive at his new home. Hooray for kitties.

Faye and I returned to my house to write. We had planned to finish the 3rd draft of our feature on that day. Well, writing always takes longer than you think it will. We did make quite a bit of headway though. We probably have one more day left. It’s really close, though. REALLY close. And, if I might toot our proverbial horns, pretty damned good. Certainly the best thing we’ve ever written (together. Faye has written plenty of amazing things on her own).

We then headed off to Woodinville for Ben’s roomwarming party. His parent’s had hooked up the pad with a sweet new “media room” and Ben wanted to break it in with a movie party. I have never been to Woodinville and I’m not sure if Faye has either, so we weren’t sure if we were in the right place. You follow 520 to the END and then you keep going. Whoa. And then you drive through Deliverance and turn off onto a secret street that curves up a spooky hill and then you end up in a vast expanse of a cul-de-sac. And that’s the way to Ben’s house. The house itself was pretty damned impressive. As was the ball-dropping flat panel super large wide-screen TV that we were met with. It was displaying the second half of Reefer Madness the musical when we arrived. And even though I didn’t get to see the first half, I must say it is one of the most brilliant things I have seen in a long time. Who knew Veronica Mars was so adorable and talented? Apparently, a lot of people. But not me until Saturday. After that was over, there was some debate over which film should be the inaugural one for the new TV. Faye and I suggested Robocop. With it’s Verhoevenness, how could you go wrong? But a room full of people we had never met outvoted us and we watched “The Lost Skeleton of Cadavre” with Faye and I agreed was one of the most pretentious, dead-horse beating pieces of independent cinema we’d seen in a long time. It is meant to be a spoof of Mystery Science Theater type films. But the whole reason THOSE movies are funny is because they aren’t meant to be. A movie like that which IS meant to be funny just isn’t because it’s far too self-referential. But we still enjoyed some stinky cheese and I just replayed the memory of “Reefer Madness” in my head until the movie was over. God, I’m an asshole.

I did some tidying (though not enough. I really need to get in gear on that. I live in filth. It’s embarrassing). I also heard some more of our music for “Snow Day” which is ALMOST DONE!! I watched Some Kind Of Monster while I ate lunch. The review were right. It did make me hate Lars Ulrich more. Especially the part when sweet old Dave Mustaine pours his heart out to the point of tears and Lars is all “dude, I don’t care. Get over it”. My heart went out to Dave Mustaine who, if you ask me, is multitudes more talented than Lard will ever be. It makes me sad that Dave himself doesn’t realize this. Megadeth was the intellectual metal band. They sang about politics and occasionally witches. They used words that I had to look up in the dictionary when I was 12. Metallica was music for truck drivers. You were better off, Dave. I want to give you a hug.
Then I went to yoga and didn’t do so bad this week. I definitely need to make sure I go once a week.
Later, I got our “Snow Day” poster from our extremely talented artist (featuring the soon to be ubiquitous Skullflake™) and futzed with the design a little bit to make it print ready. Things are coming together! This week will be a very busy (and hopefully fruitful) week in “Snow Day”. And next week we will hopefully have all the necessary materials together to submit to the prestigious San Diego Comic Con Wish us luck.

Tonight I get to pick up my new kitty who I have named Tobe! Oh, happy day. Hulk would be pleased.