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Zombies, Gorilla, Lipps, and Mopes--Oh My!
Mar. 7th, 2004 08:33 pmHappy B-Day Oh, Michael!!! (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redhound, for those of you who ain't in the know. Wish him a happy happy.)
Splurged a bit on friday in an attempt to not deal with the shitty week, and purchased Night of The Living Dead and 28 Days Later.
28 Days Later is an amazing, over the top movie. Not as gruesome as you'd think (most of it is left to the imagination), good plot, and an intese ride. Grandma loved it, and so did I. Gives me hope for the "last man on earth" movie. Or the survivor film. And the "Zombie" movie (though it's not precisely a zombie movie...).
Saturday was spent working with Alexander filming a short film. That was just a really neat experience. Rehearsed, planned, filmed and edited in 8 hours, with a one hour lunch. Gorilla filmaking at its best. And it turned out good too. And the actress was cute, and we had fire (ooooh! Special effects!), and I already have a rough cut for myself to look at. When the final edit and music are finished, I'll put up a link, somewhere. We are going to do more of these, and I'm really happy to be part of this learning experience. Cool, cool, cool!
Ran home after our lunch to get my taxes done, and ended up there just in time to sign the paperwork. I still have to yell at the people from CALS for not sending me my tax information, but after a good estimate, it looks like I'm going to be gettig back a little less than a grand. Good stuff. Perhaps I'll be able to do something useful with it. Either way, the moola will be in my account in 10 days.
God bless E-filing.
Zipped back to Alex's place to fiddle with the editing, then two quick calls to Pierspiersb and Drew snuff_daddy, and then zoop to Drew's to give him and his friend, Thera (this really lovely young lady), directions to Scott's big ass house party.
The 10 to the 110 to the 5 into south burbank and just a HUGE party. Mike Retro's band The Lipps were playing, Brian andpussycatmeow, zeppelinangel, anodetolisa, Red, G, Mary, and Saehe were all in attendence. Piers showed up before too long. Looked like the ladies were digging him.
Melissa turned to me and said, in her fun drunk speech, "How do you know all of these fucking foreign people? God, I love his accent!" Go Piers.
Keg of Beer, Whiskey, Scotch, Hamburgers, Hotties, Rock n Roll, and lots of up and down stupidity. Lots of this one guy jumping in my game when I was makin' time with the ladies. Why issit that really drunk gay/bisexual/whatever guys like to get all flirty with girls when they get drunk? I mean, it's difficult enough for some of us to make time. Why you gotta get in there when you're not gonna do nuffin wid it?
Though I should talk. I've been known to flirt with guys for the free drink. And then hit on the lesbians. Bastard me.
The party got kinda down at one point. Except that I had passed the "I'm still sober enough to leave right now" phase, and had to chill for a bit, I would have left when it was still a high. But, as often, I hung out until the dregs of the party were just starting to stick to the sides of the glass. Scott went upstairs to pay tribute to the Great Porcelain God, Mel and Brian got face sucky, and Jesi was pouting about Scott for a bit. And then all the single girls left. And then folks were sitting down talking about random deep shit.
And then Mike cut me one on the friendship game, and though I'm not pissed about it, and I still see what he was talking about, it still kinda hurt.
And then I started the sleepy gambit. After all, I'd been up since early morn for a saturday, and I had gone to bed pretty late the night before. So, I gathered up Drew (Piers had already headed out--he bought a cheap car a couple of weeks ago), said my goodbyes, and then headed off towards the concrete, asphault, metal labyrinth called the LA freeway system.
Dropped off the Notorious Snuff Daddy, and then barely made it home to the CPT before I fell asleep. Woke up on the couch this morning, family still not home from a night out at the Casino. I was hungry, thirsty, and just tired.
And, he was, I think, a little bit depressed. And thinking of himself in the third person, which, as I'm sure Carl Malone could tell you, isn't a good thing.
Moped around the house watching videos, drinking not enough water, and thinking about stuff. I kept on thinking (and still am thinking) that I need to write more, to play harder, but smarter, and to just give up on women; that I need to order an inflate-a-date, and save on the money and brain-wrenching heartache (yes, it always comes back to the romance thing with me, huh?); that I needed to mow the lawn; and despite myself a whole lotta thoughts about the wrongs that I've done to women and friends and family in my life.
And then a whole lot more about the girl who has not called me since our date last week.
But after a nap and the return of my family, I went out, mowed the lawn, noticed our neighbors had been smoking pot (you could smell it everywhere), and then just sat down resigned to doing nothing about any of it.
But I will write more.
Next weekend, it's up and away to Redwood City to celebrate Michael and Jen's (and belated for Susanah!) Birthday Party. Oh yeah, there's an Irish Lady up that way that I need to track down too, since she'll be celebratin' hers on the 17th! What's with all of y'all's born in late february/all through march? You parents didn't have anything better to do in late May?
redhound, for those of you who ain't in the know. Wish him a happy happy.)Splurged a bit on friday in an attempt to not deal with the shitty week, and purchased Night of The Living Dead and 28 Days Later.
28 Days Later is an amazing, over the top movie. Not as gruesome as you'd think (most of it is left to the imagination), good plot, and an intese ride. Grandma loved it, and so did I. Gives me hope for the "last man on earth" movie. Or the survivor film. And the "Zombie" movie (though it's not precisely a zombie movie...).
Saturday was spent working with Alexander filming a short film. That was just a really neat experience. Rehearsed, planned, filmed and edited in 8 hours, with a one hour lunch. Gorilla filmaking at its best. And it turned out good too. And the actress was cute, and we had fire (ooooh! Special effects!), and I already have a rough cut for myself to look at. When the final edit and music are finished, I'll put up a link, somewhere. We are going to do more of these, and I'm really happy to be part of this learning experience. Cool, cool, cool!
Ran home after our lunch to get my taxes done, and ended up there just in time to sign the paperwork. I still have to yell at the people from CALS for not sending me my tax information, but after a good estimate, it looks like I'm going to be gettig back a little less than a grand. Good stuff. Perhaps I'll be able to do something useful with it. Either way, the moola will be in my account in 10 days.
God bless E-filing.
Zipped back to Alex's place to fiddle with the editing, then two quick calls to Piers
piersb and Drew snuff_daddy, and then zoop to Drew's to give him and his friend, Thera (this really lovely young lady), directions to Scott's big ass house party.The 10 to the 110 to the 5 into south burbank and just a HUGE party. Mike Retro's band The Lipps were playing, Brian and
pussycatmeow, zeppelinangel, anodetolisa, Red, G, Mary, and Saehe were all in attendence. Piers showed up before too long. Looked like the ladies were digging him.Melissa turned to me and said, in her fun drunk speech, "How do you know all of these fucking foreign people? God, I love his accent!" Go Piers.
Keg of Beer, Whiskey, Scotch, Hamburgers, Hotties, Rock n Roll, and lots of up and down stupidity. Lots of this one guy jumping in my game when I was makin' time with the ladies. Why issit that really drunk gay/bisexual/whatever guys like to get all flirty with girls when they get drunk? I mean, it's difficult enough for some of us to make time. Why you gotta get in there when you're not gonna do nuffin wid it?
Though I should talk. I've been known to flirt with guys for the free drink. And then hit on the lesbians. Bastard me.
The party got kinda down at one point. Except that I had passed the "I'm still sober enough to leave right now" phase, and had to chill for a bit, I would have left when it was still a high. But, as often, I hung out until the dregs of the party were just starting to stick to the sides of the glass. Scott went upstairs to pay tribute to the Great Porcelain God, Mel and Brian got face sucky, and Jesi was pouting about Scott for a bit. And then all the single girls left. And then folks were sitting down talking about random deep shit.
And then Mike cut me one on the friendship game, and though I'm not pissed about it, and I still see what he was talking about, it still kinda hurt.
And then I started the sleepy gambit. After all, I'd been up since early morn for a saturday, and I had gone to bed pretty late the night before. So, I gathered up Drew (Piers had already headed out--he bought a cheap car a couple of weeks ago), said my goodbyes, and then headed off towards the concrete, asphault, metal labyrinth called the LA freeway system.
Dropped off the Notorious Snuff Daddy, and then barely made it home to the CPT before I fell asleep. Woke up on the couch this morning, family still not home from a night out at the Casino. I was hungry, thirsty, and just tired.
And, he was, I think, a little bit depressed. And thinking of himself in the third person, which, as I'm sure Carl Malone could tell you, isn't a good thing.
Moped around the house watching videos, drinking not enough water, and thinking about stuff. I kept on thinking (and still am thinking) that I need to write more, to play harder, but smarter, and to just give up on women; that I need to order an inflate-a-date, and save on the money and brain-wrenching heartache (yes, it always comes back to the romance thing with me, huh?); that I needed to mow the lawn; and despite myself a whole lotta thoughts about the wrongs that I've done to women and friends and family in my life.
And then a whole lot more about the girl who has not called me since our date last week.
But after a nap and the return of my family, I went out, mowed the lawn, noticed our neighbors had been smoking pot (you could smell it everywhere), and then just sat down resigned to doing nothing about any of it.
But I will write more.
Next weekend, it's up and away to Redwood City to celebrate Michael and Jen's (and belated for Susanah!) Birthday Party. Oh yeah, there's an Irish Lady up that way that I need to track down too, since she'll be celebratin' hers on the 17th! What's with all of y'all's born in late february/all through march? You parents didn't have anything better to do in late May?
