Hey all,
Somehow I didn’t send out the regular email last night. Or at least I
don’t think I did. You know how you gap out at a rest stop in
Saskatchewan and wake up on a casino floor in Palo Verde with popcorn
sticking to your face, a tattoo of Martha Stewart on your ass and a
matchbook in your sweaty hand with “Lindy the Gootch – 555-216-BLOW –
Call me, honey” scrawled in it and you swear you’ll never do that to
yourself again, whatever it was, and yet the very next week it’s a
hotel room in Prague with Gwyneth Paltrow in stilettos and cheap
knockoff Prada only it’s you at the end of the leash and she won’t
stop singing Bruce Springsteen songs no matter how much you beg?
Yeah, it must have been one of those. Gaps.
So tonight I burned video discs for 104 & 105- Miguel did we figure
out what happened to 103? I was going to just burn it again but we’re
missing some DV-Cam tapes. It’s the Mix tapes I need so if anyone’s
holding please cough them up.
I also burned archives for 106 edit sessions. We’re almost caught up.
I think I will treat myself to a Saturday night off unless anyone can
think of a good enough reason I SHOULDN’T get lost on the way to 7-11
for a Slurpee, only to find myself fleeing amazonian princesses who
you at first think want only to make all your fantasies come true and
then you realize with mounting horror (pun intended) that they want to
make ALL your fantasies come true and some of them really should just
remain fantasies- especially the ones involving extensive bloodletting
which you only thought about briefly because you heard Angelina did it
and now dear god why won’t they just leave you alone because a man’s
gotta sleep SOMETIME and if it wasn’t them it’s those dogs howling
howling howling all night long making you wish someone really WOULD
crank you over the head and drag you off to Bali to take part in some
bloody revolution because at least then you could get a decent drink
around here without having to flail your wallet around like some
money-laundering gangster hatchet murderer and oh shit I forgot to
call Lindy.
Have a great long weekend, if such a thing there is to be had by you.
– A
How about waking up in a fancy hotel you don’t recognize with people you’re not sure you know to the front desk calling you (how did they get my name??) to tell you they haven’t found your pants yet but they’ll let you know as soon as they do? Kind of like that?…. I’m staying home.:)