Day: April 1, 2005

My weekend just got turned on it’s head.

My Saturday client is going to California to escape the rain. My father is going up to his farm tomorrow instead of tonight, which I could not do, because his original plans called for leaving at 3pm today.

Now, however, he is leaving at 4am tomorrow. I will not be attending the affair. I need to get my laundry done, and get my dry cleaning dropped off. In addition I need to get to pville with my kit, poncho, and a freakin sleeping bag, prior to midnite, so I will be moderately clear-headed at 4am.

I will be there in spirit man.

I doubt my electronic devices are going to work out there. If they don’t expect a crapload of photos on the return.

I really wish I had a digital camera.

Maybe I will get him to bring his, and bring my laptop along for the ride. That would be pretty boss.

Work has been hellish this week. I want the day over already. I mean, I got bread on the table and shit, but there are times where I was really pulling my hair out. Makes me wanna go walk the Earth.

The pope is still playing there-not-there. What an April fools this has been.


Fucking wow.

In my movie going career I can count MAYBE four times in my life (since awakening to the wider world around me) that i have left a theatre without a complaint.

tonight was one of those times.

acting, cinematography, makeup, music.

and they fucking stayed true. to the end, they stayed true. no sob story tobey who has spider penis problems. no multiple short brunettes playing the same batman with a slew of butlers. no giant cgi green monsters. just. fucking. dead. on.

i feel like i just walked off the pages.