31 August
Well, yesterday was what can only be described as a terribly easy day at work, as our accounting system way down, and all we could really do was hang around talking, waiting to go home.
Not very productive, but real relaxing.
The movie is coming along nicely, as the dogs are nailed down. This way they won't poop on the carpet! Ha! I slay me.
Actually, I mean that they are confirmed. I really am sort of astonished and grateful that these people, the Animal Haven guy and his friends, are so kind and generous and going out of their way for me and all. They didn't even ask what kind of a film it was--it could be hard-core porn for all they know, and yet they are freely throwing dogs at my head.
And now I have an advertising agency, so to speak, because Tracing volunteered to take the set shots (I need one for the Sundance package) and do the poster for me, so that's all taken care of.
Okay, dogs--check, crew--check, post-production--check, small boy--needs to be confirmed, voice-over recording--after principal photography as actor and DAT are out of town until then.
Still need to:
* Art-direct kitchen and dining room, removing the microwave and any photos of the girls.
* Get a dog bowl and leash.
* Build gravestones.
* Weed area of the garden where gravestones need to be placed.
* Make fake snow.
* Find goddamn earmuffs.
* Learn lines.
So, on Monday I had a simply swell time going out to dinner with Tracing and Anne. Sara was supposed to come too, but she came down with the vapours or a malaise or something and was unable to join us. She was indisposed. Actually, it was the allergy attack from hell, but those other sound better.
Anyway, we went to that place with the great ribs down on Union Square and ate ourselves sick. Me especially, because I had forgotten about the time and had a huge lunch not two hours earlier, but nothing was going to keep me away from those ribs! I was very happy eating them, but afterwards I felt like a Weeble.
I had been trying to get Tracing and Anne together for simply yonks, but it never worked out until now. I knew they'd hit it off. Anne made me a swell mix-cd with all kinds of great songs on it, and Tracing gave me bugger-all, punishing me, I suppose, for the fact that I gave her her birthday present five months late. Although, as I pointed out, it would only have been three and a half months late if she would only have had time to see me!
Don't forget to go read Eo, this week's Journal of the Week!
And we're still talking about feeling a great sense of accomplishment, bad movies we love, too much vacation, strange little rituals, making ourselves look younger or older, hypochondriacs, favourite musicals, happy birthday, the worst remake ever, cartoon character crushes, what Amazon.com might come up with next, vacations, what we did this weekend, insomnia, dreams that we thought were true upon awakening, weeping at movies, true love, and swearing.
Today's horoscope:
Familiar paths vie with new possibilities in terms of finances. Do not go to either extreme, but allow some of both.
One year ago today:
I think that he's a "Whatever Happened To..." waiting to happen.
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