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as you can maybe tell, this was something i was already kind of doing, before i broke my camera, just without the time or the funding or the pop songs, which i would throw on if the deal was that the thing could never be public, because why not. but alas, camera IS broken, so this project is on hold

just me and a camera in the woods for six hours taking artsy shots of my bare feet in the leaves that i can score to expensive pop songs i'd never get the rights to use, making obscure points about the emotional issues of dead authors. yum.

video camera and editing software, just make a ton of self-indulgent, copyright-violating emotions-based experimental half-documentary video essays to teach myself video editing

i'm getting the feeling that this weekend is one of those ones where anything that can happen, will happen. there's a thing, right, about a bad dress rehearsal making a good show? there had better be, because i am beginning to believe that i'm cursed this weekend.

nothing i love more than Big, Empty Theater

the best thing about my job is sometimes i need a moment of quiet, and i can take it by standing in Big, Empty Theater

not!!! better!!!!

today's scheduled freakout was fully staged reading-related (no one will come; everyone who does come will think it's overwritten and Bad; the actors will regret getting involved; &c) but then my grandmother had a surprise hip replacement surgery, so now the freakout is, uh, MORE DIVERSE.

talk about the white stripes in my presence and watch me Activate.

it's better than that, actually; jack had such an ego on him that he kept getting kicked out of bands so meg was like, SIGH, SURE, i will learn to play the drums so that i, your wife, can be the band that never leaves you. and then they got a divorce.

just had a really good rehearsal for my staged reading -- my cast are so cool! and to hear them working with my writing??? it's pretty much mind-blowing, i don't know how i'll go back to straight prose, this is intoxicating

not for my birthday qua my birthday, but i do tend to start getting itchy feet around that time of year, and more often than not i wind up scheduling my visit to my west coast family in the neighborhood of my birthday

honestly, once i'd settled the basic reliable housing for me&family thing? hot tub and outdoor shower.

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On the one hand World Bad but on the other hand the morale boost of waking up and hearing the birds chirping? Incredible

Moreover, ICE must be destroyed

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it's sixty four degrees out!!! at night!!!! i took off my jacket walking home from work and now i don't!!!! want to go inside!!!!!!!

"when people ask you what you do / do you tell them your day job? / or do you say you're really good / at making people feel at ease when they're with you?"

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The third Mario movie should be a straight adaptation of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead but with Wario and Waluigi.

luckily so many of these tv execs sounds like deeply personally and professionally repellant persons, so i don't need to waste too much time feeling bad for them. still, spellbinding read for something that's one part history of corporate mergers to one part obsolete insider gossip.

the thing that's shaking the foundations is reality tv, not the looming shadow of streaming. there's a question of "will we dilute the future profitability of this show's syndication value by showing reruns too soon?" and i am just buried in waves of memento mori

so this week i've been reading this -- it came out in 07, directly after the WB/UPN merger into the CW, and it's this fascinating time capsule of ideas about what's profitable/desirable in network television in a very WHY ARE YOU NOT REACTING TO THE ICEBERG ON YOUR RADAR SCREEN kind of way

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i think it is all complimentary! which is lovely! it is just WILD to me that the guess is never "so that's clearly something you rescued from a trash pile & attacked with fabric paint, right?" which it is.

sometimes you have interactions with people that show that you just live completely different lives. for ex, my coworkers do NOT know what to think about the lampshade i brought in from home. "is it ...vintage?" "is it custom?"

have now looked up the running man, and yeah, that looks like it's a THEME for him, yikes, steve

oooh, there's another one? I meant The Long Walk! what a time to be alive, indeed! but yeah, I liked it! It might have really rocked my world of i'd been a teen when i encountered it, but as is, pretty satisfying fucked up emotionality!!

there's something so viscerally satisfying about lifting the tone arm on the record player and moving it back a track if you need to listen to a song six times in a row on vinyl. like you've really proved that you mean it. god i love days off.