Wednesday: went to a writing group at Palio (in Ladd's Addition) with G. Three of us, three 10-minute stream-of-consciousness exercises. I like it generally: very "zen with a pen", to coin a phrase. But it could get old kinda quickly, too.
It was G's & my 11th luniversary, so I made her a card and we lit saved-up fireworks in the driveway. Morning Glories, which look like Godzilla sparklers, rule! We saved two for New Years. Wanted to go on a bigger date, but G wasn't going to be able to feel comfortable, what with the movie hanging over my head. Of course, that was the day I figured out that I'm not going to get the movie done in time for this year's fest. ...If only I'd figured that out a day earlier!
Thursday: went to see "Monster Road" at the Clinton Street Theater with G & Leopoldo. It was a documentary about Bruce Bickford, a psychedelic clay animator loosely connected to Frank Zappa. ...Turned out to be about the broken psyches of a very disturbed family. Well done for what it was, but not what I was expecting. Sorry to say I can't really recommend it, nor that I "enjoyed" it.
[Oh, but I did manage to throw a clog in the cogs of Leopoldo's brain afterwards with this one: "Is Sam Raimi the American Peter Jackson?" After all: both cut their teeth on horror films, then recently got these big budget contracts (Spiderman, Lord of the Rings).]
Friday (today): Explored VoodooPad, and how to publish to the web with it. I've been thinking about putting up a website about the movie... G & I watched another episode of Buffy season 6 with lunch. (Meh, meh, meh!) I made home-made mac'n'cheese, which carb-comatized us into a nap...
...That messed up the day pretty good, but we ended it well -- we watched Spiderman I, in anticipation of going to Spiderman II next week. I made caramel sauce from scratch and poured it over popcorn. Yowza!
The neighborhood girls have formed a yard work company now. G gave them $12 for assorted weed'n'seed work in the bark dust areas. ...Tomorrow the carpenter who built our stairs -- who built them badly -- comes back to fix them. The landlord's voice has signs of irritation. Feeling increasingly nervous about him. Not good.
It was G's & my 11th luniversary, so I made her a card and we lit saved-up fireworks in the driveway. Morning Glories, which look like Godzilla sparklers, rule! We saved two for New Years. Wanted to go on a bigger date, but G wasn't going to be able to feel comfortable, what with the movie hanging over my head. Of course, that was the day I figured out that I'm not going to get the movie done in time for this year's fest. ...If only I'd figured that out a day earlier!
Thursday: went to see "Monster Road" at the Clinton Street Theater with G & Leopoldo. It was a documentary about Bruce Bickford, a psychedelic clay animator loosely connected to Frank Zappa. ...Turned out to be about the broken psyches of a very disturbed family. Well done for what it was, but not what I was expecting. Sorry to say I can't really recommend it, nor that I "enjoyed" it.
[Oh, but I did manage to throw a clog in the cogs of Leopoldo's brain afterwards with this one: "Is Sam Raimi the American Peter Jackson?" After all: both cut their teeth on horror films, then recently got these big budget contracts (Spiderman, Lord of the Rings).]
Friday (today): Explored VoodooPad, and how to publish to the web with it. I've been thinking about putting up a website about the movie... G & I watched another episode of Buffy season 6 with lunch. (Meh, meh, meh!) I made home-made mac'n'cheese, which carb-comatized us into a nap...
...That messed up the day pretty good, but we ended it well -- we watched Spiderman I, in anticipation of going to Spiderman II next week. I made caramel sauce from scratch and poured it over popcorn. Yowza!
The neighborhood girls have formed a yard work company now. G gave them $12 for assorted weed'n'seed work in the bark dust areas. ...Tomorrow the carpenter who built our stairs -- who built them badly -- comes back to fix them. The landlord's voice has signs of irritation. Feeling increasingly nervous about him. Not good.
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