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Today, I am a sleepy, lazy slug. I've not done this in a while. Feels good. Home in on a Saturday.
I've sat in watching 80's Christmas movies disguised as big budget action movies. Lethal Weapon and Die Hard...such fun, stupid times. Watched a whole lotta the new Battlestar Galactica. Jer (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fajitas)said it all--"This Battlestar has more balls in one episode than the whole of the original series."
Jer and Tonia, Alex,ellinor, Eric, spyscribe and I were standing outside of Coldstone eating ice cream and discecting the pre-screening of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy which we'd just sat through. Fun time, a very entertaining flick, even if it's hit or miss. But really, I enjoyed it. And want to see it again, if nothing than to pay more attention to some of the nifty bits in the background.
We were talking about something (which I really can't remember), when it came out that I'm a second generation geek. Mom took me to my first Sci-Fi/Fantasy convention, and we share a lot of the same movie viewing habits. I keep her up to date on the neat new stuff, and she reminds me which stuff I need to go back and watch and read.
Anyrate, we stood out there for a while, and then we broke off and Alex and I stood around in the parking lot for an hour talking about plans for films and the future of South Hollow Films. We're going to be working our asses off, and maybe something neat will be born. We've got some pretty lofty plans, and maybe we'll have some luck behind us. And maybe we'll just flop. Who knows for sure. But we do have a pretty logo, and a whole lotta hope.
I got in the car and drove and sang all the way from South Pas to the CPT.
And tonight I'll watch more movies, write some, read some and eat yet more junk. It's all about living on the edge...
Yesterday, I hung out with Justin, Adam, and Holly (chatoyn), playing in Marc's (thrasymachos) Amber game. Good time, and managed to down a couple of Vodka-blackberry sodas. Lots of foul smack talking. Good times, good stuff.
On route to my car at the end of the night, I managed to unknowingly step in a smelly smear of dog poo. Very, VERY smelly dog poo. And I do mean unkowingly.
I drove my car over to Jack in The Box to grab some late night tacos, and had cranked the heat up in the car...and I couldn't figure out what the smell was. And it was getting worse with the heat... So, I opened the door in the drive through, and looked and there it was--the horrible smear. After trying to scrape it off, I attempted to whipe it off with a napkin...which broke...and eeeew...so I washed off my hand with a thing of Coke that I had in the car.
Paid for my food, rolled down all the windows, turned off the heat, and proceeded to drive from West LA to Compton doing 80 and holding my fore- and middle fingers aloft for the whole way.
Got home and realized that yes, I indeed has also gotten poo on my pant leg. Greeeeaaaaaat...fun to deal with at 2 in the morning.
In between doing laundry and watching movies, I attempted to hose off the poop from my shoe. Damn, that was near impossible...I've not seen poo so persistant in existing on a shoe. All I know is that I'm going to have to scrub. How annoying.
Sometimes, it's amusing, really. My life often feels like I'm trying to scrape something off of my shoe. Bad feelings, bad memories, funky emotions and dog shit. It's amazing what you have to do to get rid of all that stuff. But I like the trying.
Here's to scraping off the dog shit.
I've sat in watching 80's Christmas movies disguised as big budget action movies. Lethal Weapon and Die Hard...such fun, stupid times. Watched a whole lotta the new Battlestar Galactica. Jer (
fajitas)said it all--"This Battlestar has more balls in one episode than the whole of the original series." Jer and Tonia, Alex,
ellinor, Eric, spyscribe and I were standing outside of Coldstone eating ice cream and discecting the pre-screening of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy which we'd just sat through. Fun time, a very entertaining flick, even if it's hit or miss. But really, I enjoyed it. And want to see it again, if nothing than to pay more attention to some of the nifty bits in the background.We were talking about something (which I really can't remember), when it came out that I'm a second generation geek. Mom took me to my first Sci-Fi/Fantasy convention, and we share a lot of the same movie viewing habits. I keep her up to date on the neat new stuff, and she reminds me which stuff I need to go back and watch and read.
Anyrate, we stood out there for a while, and then we broke off and Alex and I stood around in the parking lot for an hour talking about plans for films and the future of South Hollow Films. We're going to be working our asses off, and maybe something neat will be born. We've got some pretty lofty plans, and maybe we'll have some luck behind us. And maybe we'll just flop. Who knows for sure. But we do have a pretty logo, and a whole lotta hope.
I got in the car and drove and sang all the way from South Pas to the CPT.
And tonight I'll watch more movies, write some, read some and eat yet more junk. It's all about living on the edge...
Yesterday, I hung out with Justin, Adam, and Holly (
chatoyn), playing in Marc's (thrasymachos) Amber game. Good time, and managed to down a couple of Vodka-blackberry sodas. Lots of foul smack talking. Good times, good stuff.On route to my car at the end of the night, I managed to unknowingly step in a smelly smear of dog poo. Very, VERY smelly dog poo. And I do mean unkowingly.
I drove my car over to Jack in The Box to grab some late night tacos, and had cranked the heat up in the car...and I couldn't figure out what the smell was. And it was getting worse with the heat... So, I opened the door in the drive through, and looked and there it was--the horrible smear. After trying to scrape it off, I attempted to whipe it off with a napkin...which broke...and eeeew...so I washed off my hand with a thing of Coke that I had in the car.
Paid for my food, rolled down all the windows, turned off the heat, and proceeded to drive from West LA to Compton doing 80 and holding my fore- and middle fingers aloft for the whole way.
Got home and realized that yes, I indeed has also gotten poo on my pant leg. Greeeeaaaaaat...fun to deal with at 2 in the morning.
In between doing laundry and watching movies, I attempted to hose off the poop from my shoe. Damn, that was near impossible...I've not seen poo so persistant in existing on a shoe. All I know is that I'm going to have to scrub. How annoying.
Sometimes, it's amusing, really. My life often feels like I'm trying to scrape something off of my shoe. Bad feelings, bad memories, funky emotions and dog shit. It's amazing what you have to do to get rid of all that stuff. But I like the trying.
Here's to scraping off the dog shit.
