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Oct. 3rd, 2004 02:30 amI actually woke up at a decent hour today, which meant that I spent most of it running around doing laundry, and pretending to do productive things like clean up. Toss out junk. Make phonecalls.
Talked to the costume designer for our shoot ad naseum, but that's all good. She has an idea, and will run with that now. This is good. She knows her stuff, even if a bit neurotic about it.
Met up with Alex, and we went down into Long Beach, scouted out a possibility, talked about other things we could do, budget, talen, crew, yadda yadda yadda. It's promising, and we're all excited, though I'm being cautiously optomistic/under pessimistic about it all. *crosses fingers*
Had a good Producer session figuring out shite for this month and how, and where, and whatever we have to do for the in production weekend. *crosses fingers* It should be pretty damn cool, all things working out.
Gathered up Dave and headed down to Lennox (near LAX/Hawthorne) for a house party.
This is how house parties should be done. Sure, $3 to get in, but there's a bar and Bartender (our friend Nery...damn, I forgot how cute she is...and rumour is that she's single again...no, I'm not bitter!) pouring them like Coyote Ugly...there was no coke in ANY of her rum and cokes...still feeling that...will be feeling it...Woooo!
Anyrate, they had porta potties (2 toilets, no waiting) a custom made Dance floor (Thank you Juan's Girlfriend, Courtney for that) two DJ's no waiting (Liz and Carlos), and a PROJECTION SCREEN with Old school breakdancers and RUN DMC, and Cool Moe D, and Electric Bugaloo madness. And lights. And fire...and lots of booze.
I like the dancing and booze. Good combo. Close your eyes, and just move on the floor...even though folks are looking at you...
Right. Home now. Watching My Neighbor Totoro. So fucking cute. So fucking mind fuck. So much easier to deal with than Akira (Michael, I'm looking at you and Jen...)[REDACTED] (I'm looking at myself there). But still: TOTORO! Love it.
I decided a couple of weeks ago (afte five years of deliberation) that I will--WILL by the end of the year have a tattoo of The King Totoro with the umbrella (just when he realizes that he's not wet...you know the wide eyed moment) on my upper right arm. Cuz, you konw. It's dope. And has meaning to me, that I just don't wanna discuss here..cuz I can't thinkg...
Do any of you know how difficult it is to type right now? Do you? BACKSPACE AND TYPE! Hard.
TOTORO!!!!!
Okay. Must find sleep soon. Whatever! Yeeeehooooohaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Talked to the costume designer for our shoot ad naseum, but that's all good. She has an idea, and will run with that now. This is good. She knows her stuff, even if a bit neurotic about it.
Met up with Alex, and we went down into Long Beach, scouted out a possibility, talked about other things we could do, budget, talen, crew, yadda yadda yadda. It's promising, and we're all excited, though I'm being cautiously optomistic/under pessimistic about it all. *crosses fingers*
Had a good Producer session figuring out shite for this month and how, and where, and whatever we have to do for the in production weekend. *crosses fingers* It should be pretty damn cool, all things working out.
Gathered up Dave and headed down to Lennox (near LAX/Hawthorne) for a house party.
This is how house parties should be done. Sure, $3 to get in, but there's a bar and Bartender (our friend Nery...damn, I forgot how cute she is...and rumour is that she's single again...no, I'm not bitter!) pouring them like Coyote Ugly...there was no coke in ANY of her rum and cokes...still feeling that...will be feeling it...Woooo!
Anyrate, they had porta potties (2 toilets, no waiting) a custom made Dance floor (Thank you Juan's Girlfriend, Courtney for that) two DJ's no waiting (Liz and Carlos), and a PROJECTION SCREEN with Old school breakdancers and RUN DMC, and Cool Moe D, and Electric Bugaloo madness. And lights. And fire...and lots of booze.
I like the dancing and booze. Good combo. Close your eyes, and just move on the floor...even though folks are looking at you...
Right. Home now. Watching My Neighbor Totoro. So fucking cute. So fucking mind fuck. So much easier to deal with than Akira (Michael, I'm looking at you and Jen...)
I decided a couple of weeks ago (afte five years of deliberation) that I will--WILL by the end of the year have a tattoo of The King Totoro with the umbrella (just when he realizes that he's not wet...you know the wide eyed moment) on my upper right arm. Cuz, you konw. It's dope. And has meaning to me, that I just don't wanna discuss here..cuz I can't thinkg...
Do any of you know how difficult it is to type right now? Do you? BACKSPACE AND TYPE! Hard.
TOTORO!!!!!
Okay. Must find sleep soon. Whatever! Yeeeehooooohaaaaaaaaa!!!!