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It's closing time. If I were a bar perhaps. Last I checked, I was not and thus you can't close me. I don't have to go home, but I can't stay here. Well sir, for your god-damned information I am home and I certainly can stay here, you bastardly, condescending licker of bollocks.
The cheap theatre is only three dollars and they play end-of-run films that aren't in the major theatres. Today I saw Over the Hedge, which was terribly subversive, teaching kids about the horrors of being a lazy, television and food-obsessed mammal, the rampant waste and irresponsibility of SUVs, the absolute terror of urban sprawl, suburbia, and manicured lawns. No wonder it didn't do so well, it was mocking and ridiculing the parents of the children they were advertising to.
In these wee hours, I am awake only because I was required to correct some mistakes of the CampOut flyer I did a few weeks back. Apparently the promoters forgot a few people and they needed to be added for a new batch of flyers. I am still contracted to make several wall-sized posters for this event, plus a few t-shirt designs for Ecstatic Production. It's getting less and less fun to do these and I grow further and further from the scene, so as my enthusiasm wanes, my prices go up.
In many ways I feel like this is a snarky, anger-laden post, which is odd because I feel no such things at the moment. In fact, I feel incredibly good about most things. Ethan is back after a vacation with his mother. I made an excellent dinner which every one loved. We had an amazing dessert. I saw a great show last night. The Eels were amazing and hilarious. I'm reading excellent books. I feel ready to start writing any time now. I feel primed and ready to press into the future, spreading the arc of my consciousness wide, absorbing every moment, owning every minute of every day. I have learned to ride fate and trust it to take me where i need to go.
Good night or good morning everyone, whichever is most applicable at the hour in which these words insidiously inject themselves into your mind. I'm going to sleep in tomorrow, go swimming and lap up the sunlight of these fading summer days. Soon school bells will return with red-gold autumn leaves trailing not far behind like Mary's wayward lamb. Beyond this, who can say, but I will ride this wave all the way.
The cheap theatre is only three dollars and they play end-of-run films that aren't in the major theatres. Today I saw Over the Hedge, which was terribly subversive, teaching kids about the horrors of being a lazy, television and food-obsessed mammal, the rampant waste and irresponsibility of SUVs, the absolute terror of urban sprawl, suburbia, and manicured lawns. No wonder it didn't do so well, it was mocking and ridiculing the parents of the children they were advertising to.
In these wee hours, I am awake only because I was required to correct some mistakes of the CampOut flyer I did a few weeks back. Apparently the promoters forgot a few people and they needed to be added for a new batch of flyers. I am still contracted to make several wall-sized posters for this event, plus a few t-shirt designs for Ecstatic Production. It's getting less and less fun to do these and I grow further and further from the scene, so as my enthusiasm wanes, my prices go up.
In many ways I feel like this is a snarky, anger-laden post, which is odd because I feel no such things at the moment. In fact, I feel incredibly good about most things. Ethan is back after a vacation with his mother. I made an excellent dinner which every one loved. We had an amazing dessert. I saw a great show last night. The Eels were amazing and hilarious. I'm reading excellent books. I feel ready to start writing any time now. I feel primed and ready to press into the future, spreading the arc of my consciousness wide, absorbing every moment, owning every minute of every day. I have learned to ride fate and trust it to take me where i need to go.
Good night or good morning everyone, whichever is most applicable at the hour in which these words insidiously inject themselves into your mind. I'm going to sleep in tomorrow, go swimming and lap up the sunlight of these fading summer days. Soon school bells will return with red-gold autumn leaves trailing not far behind like Mary's wayward lamb. Beyond this, who can say, but I will ride this wave all the way.
