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O' Diary, from conversations with locals, it looks like the bits of my resume that will go the furthest toward my getting some kind of job out here are from the assignments where I didn't quite like the bosses and they didn't quite like me. You know, the Horror Department videos. They liked my ideas just fine, I mean they copied the template for their own, (it should be said, tighter and more-snappily edited), sister series, but I didn't have blond enough hair or big enough tits to host for them. They made my life pretty miserable at the end while they were forcing me out. I'm happy with the videos I made, and they were super-fun, but...though I didn't burn any bridges with them, I don't think I'll call any of them to have coffee when I go back to New York for the Trench!! reading. Regardless, though I've worked on national television campaigns viewed by millions, my future employers will be calling the video people for references based on internet videos less than 10,000 saw. It was on the internet, though!
Maybe I should have a friend write them pretending to be an employer and see what they say.
Q: How would you describe Cosmic Boy's performance when he was employed with you?
A: Not slutty enough.
Q: I see. Would you hire him again?
A: Has he had "the operation?"
If only I could be paid to watch Dagmar make cardboard animals, tonight's activity. She's using the recycling to simulate feathers and tentacles and horns and eye-stalks and claws. It's all part of that goofy art-for-rent trade off thing the "landlord" put together. Tomorrow's the judging, and it looks like nobody did nothing, so she's making with the blitzkunst.
In an interesting place with the Jungle Woman revival. It's a weird time to be putting on a play, of course. Holidays and weather attacks make for an inconsistent rehearsal schedule. Folks in, folks out. The guy playing Bastion sort of strung me along and then dropped out, and that's a big role to fill. I've been in contact with a producer to see if he wants to maybe give it a boost. That could mean delaying the production until April or something. Fine with me, but how many cast members will I lose? It might be a nice thing to let someone with local connections carry the load. Will he let me keep my people, though? It will soon be told!
Lost Carter Beats the Devil for a few days. I reckon books are better than movies, but you can't lose movies under the bed! Dags dug it out of the shadows, though, and I've been back into it. Still equal parts fun and irksome. Houdini is a character in it now, and I just love that guy.
Trench: Have you ever been to one of their cities?
Sarge: Before or after they've worked their magic on it?
Trench: After. That's what makes it "theirs," right?
Sarge: No, and how would you get in, anyway? Feet first? I don't know that they'd be kind enough to poke holes in my body bag so my corpse could take a peek.
Pvt. Glockenspiel: Bullet holes, maybe.
Swissy: I've been to Brusienna.
Sarge: The hell you say!
Swissy: In '21, right after the First One. I was part of the clean up. We had driven 'em out, and before it could be rebuilt, I got a look at what they were doing, what they had done. I guess it's what it looks like now, again.
Trench: Well, they took it back in...'41, I guess, so they've had it long enough to Bruise it up.
Swissy: "Big" is what I remember. Size. All of their columns and doorways and statues were...overlarge, weird dimensions and scales, like...too big. Designed, I guess, to awe. It was like we were...mice...marching into a land of giants.
Brooks: That's some Jack and the Beanstalk shit right there, Swissy. But, you feel small no matter where ya' ah! I seen yis in the showa!
Trench: How do you think they...
Brooks: I seen him in the showa!
Swissy: Ok, Brooksy.
Brooks: Small!
Sarge: Ok, Private.
Pvt. Glockenspiel: Yeah, well, fuck those guys and their thick-ass churches and whatever else they got. Big statue of that guy with his mink stole, right, that grinning showgirl they call the boss?
Swissy: Yes, they probably put that up first thing. The pose was him with his arms stretched out and holding that cape of beards out like he was going to wrap you up in it. It was hard to look at, like, it might...move.
Brooks: That's some Sinbad shit right there! That's some Sinbad and the Beanstalk shit! They ain't gettin my beard. No fuckin' way!
Sarge: They're not getting anybody's beard after the Push if everybody does their fucking jobs, and that means get some sleep. We got orders in the morning.
Pvt. Glockenspiel: Good plus night equals good night, Sarge.
O' Diary, someone wants my page of The Thing punching a giant rat in the face. I guess I'll sell it to him and buy some Jolly Ranchers. That's what The Thing would want! Cigar-flavored Jolly Ranchers, that is! |
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[Sun, Nov. 29th - 10pm] |
When you start to cook, as when you begin to live, you think that the point is to improve the technique until you end up with something perfect, and that the reason you haven’t been able to break the cycle of desire and disillusion is that you haven’t yet mastered the rules. Then you grow up, and you learn that that’s the game.
— Adam Gopnik, "What's the Recipe?" |
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[Sun, Nov. 29th - 10pm] |
Not sure if this is real, many of you have probably already seen it, but it's still awesome. |
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[Sun, Nov. 29th - 10pm] |
A project by Matthias Gommel, Martina Haitz and Jan Zappe of Robotlab |
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[Sun, Nov. 29th - 3pm] |
On my actual birthday-day I didn't expect much excitement - the cabin trip a few weeks ago had been the official "celebration" of the birthday, but I knew a few people would be in town and didn't want my birthday to feel like a complete letdown, so I'd scheduled drinks with friends in the evening.
During the day, I decided to treat myself to hot water. I was going to go to Kabuki Springs in San Francisco, but the weather was shitty and half the reason I wanted to go to the city was to take the ferry home, so I decided to use some of my birthday money from my parents to treat Chris and I to a hot tub at Albany Hot Tubs, and a light lunch at Bui. We shared the banana flower salad, the claypot sea bass, and a glass of gwuertz. It was delicious as always. The hot tubs were intensely relaxing. Got a little bit of sunlight in the tub as well, which was great.
At home it was time for presents. I'd already gotten some nice things: two beautiful scarves from my friends, and a big mortar and pestle (I'd seriously been wanting one forever) from my brother. Chris parents bought me the robe I'd really wanted from Target. But Chris was insistent that his presents were awesome. What did he get me?
Those, my friends, are Mikimoto pearls. He got me an 18 inch Mikimoto pearl necklace. I'd mentioned to him on a few occasions, although not recently, that "adult" women are supposed to have a couple of essential things to be classy: a good pearl necklace (it's ok to giggle) is one of them. A good black handbag that can be casual or dressy is another. So the second gift is:
Yeah, apparently getting me a necklace of the finest pearls in the wold wasn't enough for Chris, he had to get me a freakin' Coach purse as well. Ridonkulous! I am now one classy bitch.
To make things better, he'd put the pearls in a special container, which was the first thing I opened:
He had me open the Coach purse second, as a counterpoint to my Twilight "bag". I feel the internet will appreciate this. And that I gave Rpattz a pearl necklace.
Later on, we headed to Flora, where we had several things off the starters menu: scallops with roasted beats, vermouth cream sauce, and meyer lemon marmalde, butternut squash pudding souffle with chanterelles and watercress, poutine with fresh curds and a short rib gravy, and the star of the show, two orders of the foie gras with persimmon pudding, vanilla cream, an a huckleberry reduction. We were going to have the famous caramel pudding with sea salt as dessert, but the foie gras was so rich and sweet there was no need. We also had two fabulous cocktails there - Chris the "Vicar in a Tutu" (cavaldos, lemon, maple syrup, bitters) and me the "Carter Beats the Devil" (repasado tequila, agave nectar, lime, bird's eye chili tincture, and mezcal).
After that we met up with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) surly_ass , Jennifer, Gabe, Matt, Margaret, and Greg at Somar, which is a nice-ish new bar on Telegraph. Later we moseyed on down to Penelope, which is an adorable bar that was having a special event for "Plaid Friday" (i.e. a "shop local & independent" day) with $3 bubblegum shots, great tamales, and LARD CHIPS. We met up with Tony and his new girl Roberta here, and somehow I was having drinks shoved in my hand all night long. Some other girls were having a going-away party there, and they insisted on sharing cake and getting the entire bar to sing "Happy Birthday" to me. I kept drinking these awesome drinks called "Oaktown Heat" which had Hangar 1 Mandarin Blossom vodka, habanero infused vodka, and some other stuff. I love spicy drinks! People gave me lots of good advice about turning 30 - I ended up as the youngest person in our group, as I had at the cabin, which was helpful at least. handler showed up as well!
Somehow Tony got Chris, handler , Roberta and I back to our place, where we walked over to bay_bus_rider and arlan_bishop 's Thanksgiving party, wheremingerspice was throwin down on the piano - he figured out how to play "Bad Romance" for me which was pretty much the best thing ever. There was much pie and singing and the good times continued, thanks to our gracious hosts who didn't appear to mind me bringing in 3 drunk strangers. We finally got back to our place pretty late, and I crashed out happy and grateful for my awesome boyfriend and rad-ass friends. Y'all gave me a truly wonderful and memorable birthday and I love (almost) everyone. I got a ton of well-wishes on Facebook too and I feel good about this turning 30 business. |
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