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friday, october 29, 2004
so, this is the first halloween in four years i haven't been broken, beaten and devoured by midterms. before ol' SAIC, i loved dressing up. i can't even tell you. when this holiday started rolling around i began wanting to dress up again. since i am so on top of things last weekend when i designed to look for costumes i decided, "well, i do it next week," not realizing next week, this week, was, in fact, halloween.does no one dress up as shakespeare anymore?
my sister, however, found an exceedingly frivolous, poofy and lacy shirt buried, under abut 10,000 other costumes, torn asunder from its bag.
it could be a pirate shirt, it could be a renaissance shirt, the world may never know- but! it was mine.
when i got home to show off my trophy shirt i became obsessed. how would anyone know i was hamlet without a skull? i. needed. a skull.
off i was in the car again. driving. at night. for those who know me, you must realize HOW desperate i was to be in the car. driving. at night. first i drove to a grocery store, to no avail. again. i then thought if the one costume shop i had visited was open late (they had no skulls) what if the other i knew about was? i drove there. they were closed. i then went to two other grocery stores.
pumpkins.
ghosts.
no skulls.
it was nearing 10 pm and my quest was rapidly wrapping for everything was closing. i was despondent and turned for home but as i was driving along something caught my eye. the friendly neighborhood sex shop.
they had a skull in their display window.
i practically hydroplaned into a parking place and ran to the door, finding myself in the most unusual circumstance of desperately charging towards a sex shop, praying it was open. it was and after perusing the kinky bras, sheer body suits and naughty cards, i found an employee and asked about the skull. he told me he didn't believe there was a single skull in the window.
"oh," i told him, "there is."
the skull in the window was retrieved and was found to be sans sku and not officially for sale.
me: need. skull.
after a little finagling with the manager the employee offered, "fourteen?" i must have mad a face for he soon followed up with, "ten?" and i agreed.
i had to buy the skull in the "adult room" of the sex shop. i was rung up by sally from "the nightmare before christmas" (everyone there was in costume) right next to the (young readers avert your eyes) "most atomically correct p--sy ever" box set and banana flavored condoms (sorry about the dash edit there, but i really don't want trolling perverts to discover this entry through some hideous search spider).
with my skull then in hand, i returned home.
as i prepared for bed, a little after midnight, i got it into my head it would be even more funny if i memorized some portion of hamlet. the "to be or not to be" soliloquy is by far the most famous and so won the privilege of me reading through it before i fell asleep.
flash forward.
in the morning i put on my costume which consisted of the world's most poofy shirt ever, a belt slung about my hips, some nice shakespearean tights and tiny slipper shoes.
oh. and a skull.
and i went to work.
to my new office.
as hamlet.
as the day went on someone came to my desk area and was talking to my coworker who pointed out i was hamlet. "oh," he said, "are you going to recite sonnets?"
"well," my coworker replied, "she did memorize a speech."
so i stood up and recited the lines. they thought it was the greatest thing ever, my one co worker applauded and said, "that was amazing, we have to get everyone to see this!" and proceed to collect the WHOLE office for the occasion. the whole office. people i hadn't even met. there was something like 20 people right there.
i was insanely nervous.
my voice does this strange thing when i get nervous. it shakes and according to multiple sources sounds like i am about to cry and am scared at the same time. it works great when doing drama. it only happens too when i have to act lines from memory and its dramatic and live. doesn't happen in written comedy and never in improv. i am great in improv. don't ask me what the voice is. i can't even fake the voice. it's very strange.
but as i said, it works for hamlet who is all torn up about things.
i BUTCHERED the lines, well, that is a bit strong, but i did forget a few.
ie: consummation devoutly to be wished.
what? that's like the best line!
then i would add a word here and there, ie:
sweat and grunt under so weary a life instead of "sweat and grunt under a weary life"
and at other moments i would forget a line and so repeat things until i was back on track, ie:
and rather... ... and rather make us bear-
dramatic build up?
dur.
but i kept going, because, a. the chances of anyone else randomly knowing the whole soliloquy right there without the text was slim (i found out later some people had never even read hamlet), b. what the hell? i spent the last 40 minutes as i was dozing off reading it, it was the best i could do (actually i could do much better, but i was surprised at the time to be doing it at all) and c. no one could probably tell i messed up a few lines for, for the most part, if you are just listening for the first time and are not familiar with his works- no one knows what the hell shakespeare is talking about. it's hard language. it is like acting class- someone would be acting a part, they would flub a line and you never would have noticed because you were so into it, but they stopped and said, "augh, i messed up!"
don't ever stop, it's far worse. DON'T BREAK CHARACTER!
anyhow, i did it- i think it was terrible and shakespeare is probably crying somewhere, but! everyone seemed to like it and i got applause and they wanted to know if i studied acting (no) and called me the local thespian and said, "what are you doing in graphic design?" ( i don't know!).
anyhow. i am such a ham... let. as the saying goes.
p.s. i won clipper the my little pony on ebay!
suddenly i was @ 07:36 pm
(no feathers)
thursday, october 28, 2004
today was the most awesome day at work. AWESOME. it's the closest to art school i have been since, well, art school.
it started out the same, me making little banners. then we had a meeting, in which i DID NOT draw on important documents. then afterwards, back in the office, the big boss, introduced to me as "god," came in and said we had to design these little things (won't say exactly what in case it is not allowed, i don't know if it is a secret) asap because they were going to print, TONIGHT.
there were three options, a general company version, a gift version and a strictly holiday version.
i volunteered for the holiday one. i did several versions- angst, which i will have to just show when they are released because i don't want to get in trouble- but on one i decided to put my mad icon art skazillz to work and drew a WEE tiny walter gay in a snow suit in the snow. teeny-tiny, just like i like them.
and it flew!
not only did walter fly, all my versions did. i was only allotted one, but the boss came in and liked all three so much we're going to publish all of them- even tiny walter!
i can't wait to show the pictures when they are up. walter!
THE WORLD now will REALLY know.
i can't believe everyone liked them. my one co-worker kept asking, "you drew that just now? that would have taken me all day- those snow prints, 4 hours!" then someone called me, "miss chicago artist."
i'm telling you, it's my icon in a snow suit, but in 300 dpi.
anyhow, i was on fire all day. i didn't take lunch and was screaming to meet the deadline. at four, after the second meeting, my brain died and i couldn't work any more.
bah. anyhow, today was fun. oh, and i got a little name thing for my desk. it's all pretty and silver.
suddenly i was @ 08:23 pm
(no feathers)
suddenly i was @ 09:06 am
(no feathers)
wednesday, october 27, 2004
who wants to send me cds? i need more music. i am so sick of everything i have, i listen to music from about 10 to 5 and it's killing me.i am so dead. i cannot even think to articulate a sentence. i just got home from work. the j-o-b continues as it goes. i love everyone i work with, HOW did i end up in the coolest liberal office ever?
today was my first meeting.
well, meeting where i wasn't setting up the food tray (see hollywood internship).
it was all about budget and bonuses. lots of numbers and math. someone in the elevator asked me how my lightening math skills were and i answered, "well, i went to an art school where no one could count in threes past six" (see acting class, 2003).
anyhow, i listened intently to everything that was said, wrote down all the formulas and figures... but... oh, it's like second nature, i can't help it! i have a paper there, i'm listening... i doodle. it happens.
by the time the meeting ended, right there DEAD center in my chart is a little harlequin mouse (which i will scan tomorrow).
all fine and dandy.
until.
the boss wants the charts back.
me: oh. holy. jesus.
i have the iq of a bowl of warm guacamole, i swear.
in other news, i have sick, sick, sick desires.
i want to write another story in the universe of my first script. i guess technically it would be a prequel. there was just a character in the first story who i always said was interesting, but i never did anything with because- well, it wasn't his story.
the more i have thought about it, the more i have come to believe i would like to write his story.
i don't know, it's so weird. it's like i'm obsessed with my own work. i like drawing cartoons, making sound pieces, drawing portraits, reading, writing... all of the same thing. and it isn't even that good, it just- i can't even explain it. i get SO excited with this. i get so involved imagining things i can zone out for hours at a time and be perfectly at peace. i love researching it, stylizing it, i don't know.
sick though, sick.
I HAVE TO CUT THE UMBILICAL sometime.
i do think i want to do this story though- even if it does feel like i'm writing fanfiction to uh, my own fiction.
i have to finish my current script first, then i do have another which i feel obligated to start before i launch back to my old ways.
we'll see.
i am so hungry.
but yes, anyone want to send me cds? burned, whatever. i needs teh musika.
suddenly i was @ 07:51 pm
(no feathers)
saturday, october 23, 2004
well crap. crap! i just watched "bad santa," which as some of you may recall was the movie i was a production intern for a summer ago. we watched the credits to see if my name was listed and- god damn. i think they messed it up!
i was the only intern at the time, i was there for the reshoots. the only other interns had been there the summer before and they were zak sluser and some other kid who was on the set. there were only two. i know this because i was the one stapling and archiving the stupid call sheets all summer long. i knew everyone's name.
the credits list the two males names under interns, then has one other entry- with my first name and the surname- thornberg.
my last name isn't thornberg.
me: WHAT?
either there was another intern who shared my name who no one told me about, i never met or read up on all those summer days OR someone messed up my last name.
what do you think?
either way, i feel cheated. all those rooms i cleaned, messages i ran, appointments i made, scripts i counted, scripts i read to waste for someone named thornberg!
GAR!
suddenly i was @ 10:41 pm
(no feathers)
friday, october 22, 2004
today i wrote this huge mass email. god, what people must think of me:friends, romans, chicago constituents.
hello, this is [name withheld]. you may remember me from such places as: chicago, saic or the grassy knoll during the kennedy assassination.
i was just going to write a quick note to those of you still in the windy city to tell you i am going to be in town, when i suddenly discovered, due to poor communications across distance, i wasn't exactly sure who was, indeed, still in chicago.
so i decided to write the lot of you to see how you all are; to touch, fondle and grope base and inform those interested of my visit. - you know, killing two birds with one stone, an action which is doubleplus good as i have to save up my stones for the stone-the-heathen bbq i'm throwing this weekend.
so!
for everyone:
how are you? where are you? why are you? how's school/work? are you loving life with the white hot passion of a thousand burning suns?
for those in chicago:
i'm going to be in town november 15th through december 1st, so come and find me. you know how to contact me, i'm sure, and if you don't, hi. that's what's this email is for. look ma, it's even in advance. i would like to see everyone, really, so i must apologize for the impersonal nature of this mass email. when i get a mo. i'll try to write private ones.
anyhow, i do hope to hear from each and every one of you- except, of course, those of you who lost your hands, arms and legs in some tragic, bloody, summer-time accident. - for nothing short of quadriplegia could keep you from writing me, surely. if such is your case, i will cut you some slack until you learn to type with your tongue.
remember, clean up your drool so that the next computer patron can enjoy a friendly and clean computer environment.
look forward to seeing you chicagoans and everyone else, look forward to hearing from you. i believe the phrase is, "adios" now.
keep on keepin' on,
[name withheld]
suddenly i was @ 10:27 pm
thursday, october 21, 2004
some of you may have noticed a certain quiet air which has been hung about this journal.here's a little secret i have been withholding.
i have recently become gainfully employed.
as of this week i am an honest to god, 9 to 5 member of the workforce. never before has the meaning of "5 o'clock world" been more potent.
i am forever grateful to my school. our regular classes were from 9 to 4. that's six hours, it seems like a lot, but really prepares you for the working day.
oh, what is my employment you ask? i am a site designer, production artist-ish person for overstock.com. if you go there on the front page there will be an ad at the top saying, lucien piccard watches or vintage art or... tennis bracelets. those things? that's me.
it's funny, because it's a very graphic design oriented job, yet i have never taken a graphic design course or interest ever in all my whole life. i got this job on the merit of my personal website.
horror. the whole office has seen it.
the office is very nice. i work in a tiny, windowless room (barg) with my back to the door (bad feng shui!) but the people i work with are so, so, so nice. thank. god.
i like all of them AND by some fluke of god, even being where i am now- i ended up in a pretty liberal office.
i can't believe it.
for those of you locals with me, you will know this is actually a big deal.
at work i have been set up with a cute little new imac. this is my desktop. everyone says i work fast. i think i move slow, but the first day i finished my whole week's worth of assignments and tragically, i stayed late today waiting for my car pool and finished all the work i had for tomorrow.
everyone knows i like my pets. yesterday one of my co-workers brought her dog and called me outside so i could play with him.
today there was a SPIRITED debate over gay marriage, there were 7 people in the room and 5 of us were for it (i was one such) and 2 were against it. the debate went on for 90 minutes and reminded me of the good ol' days in school when crits went bad.
otherwise, there is not much to report. i sit all day long, don't move, gain weight and dink around in photoshop.
but now i'm paid.
it is very hard to do anything i want to do. i still have negative minus zero and counting bits of a social life, but i am finding it impossible to find time to draw and it HURTS me.
this job is by no means what i want to do for the rest of my life, but for the time being it is much better than the food industry, which is where i would normally be with my bfa. the office people are so nice, the work will look good on a resume and hopefully nothing will go wrong and i can do a good job!
p.s. my wrists though- tendons are KILLING me and they are all swollen.
suddenly i was @ 11:15 pm
sunday, october 17, 2004
someone, quick, name the strangest instrument you can think of, right here, right now.
afterward, look at this, it's funny.
suddenly i was @ 05:08 pm
friday, october 15, 2004
aw, i just finished watching a movie i really enjoy, "dead poet's society." stair-stepped through it. for all of you young artistes, writers, poets, admirers of literature and movie buffs out there reading this- and i can think of a few- add this to your must see movie list.
anyhow. dead poets. i haven't seen this in years, but decided to dig it up for inspiration for writing a poetry class. i remember liking it at the time when i was... oh i don't know barely a teenager- and i still do. i like the themes and concepts and characters. i admit i have a fetish for boarding school settings. my father went to a boarding school and says every classic featuring them are right on, from "a separate peace" to dead poets. it's set in the late 50's and creates a perfect microcosm of pre-hippie 50's structure angst. it has a penchant for the romantics. i still like it.
i still want my own dead poets society.
i like to remember the few john keating like classes i have had, wandering around in the out of doors, YAWPing in the stair well. good time.
i like the name john keating, so like JOHN KEATS, coincidence for a poetry teacher? coincidence keats is never mentioned in the film? idunno.
i like puck's crown of thorns, though the ending scene is a bit too much, I AM THE SON, i am the sacrifice, i wear my crown of thorns, but you know, that's kind of nice too.
the characters are sweet. i like todd anderson, young ethan hawke, also known as pip, also known as hamlet. nothing like the quiet lad who's so sensitive he vomits. he doesn't say but 10 lines in the whole film, but ends up the main character. 5 bucks to the person who can tell me who they think he reminds me of- i dare you.
then neil, there's always a phineas character isn't there? how could you not like him?
yes, no review or anything tonight, i just wanted to tell all my little creative chickees to check this out, it's not compleat genius unbound and you do get your token robin williams impressions, but i still think you might enjoy it.
suddenly i was @ 10:54 pm
mo rocca is going to be just up the street from my home.
yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.
feel free to return to the journal entry below for your regularly scheduled program.
wait. one more thing. november best month ever- i'm going to chicago!
suddenly i was @ 06:11 pm
thursday, october 14, 2004
picture it: sicily, nineteen hundred and nine, i was little peasant girl...get that reference and get a cookie.
actually, picture this: it was may, 2004. school was out and i was waiting for graduation. i had only my computer for companionship.
for those of you on aim, when you say, "hello, what are you doing?" and i saying, "reading," i am really reading aloud my own work. this particular may day to which i am referencing, i was reading aloud when i began to think, "i wonder what i sound like?"
enter soundedit16 and my mac's built in mic. i recorded myself.
then i got bored and thought, "sound effects."
i. love. 30 second samples.
long story short, i just rediscovered the file and, well, who likes being read to?
for the love of bandwidthgod, please right click save.
i am the biggest loser. this is beyond sad, really.
p.s. i draw the line at singing for small boys, but will do birthdays. what do you think? if i stood in front of the library and read would i get an audience?
p.p.s. aw, no one gets my donald duck cookie. huey, dewey and louie are donald's SISTER'S sons. her name is dumbella in the animated short or della in the comic which preceded it. the three boys are first sent to their uncle's house because their father needed some quiet time after having a firecracker go off in his chair.
why do i know this?
suddenly i was @ 03:24 am
wednesday, october 13, 2004
i am reading my own script still.a. i never knew i was capable of such levels of angst.
b. the last thirty pages this is me:
MOVING THROUGH THE MOTIONS!
c. yeah, i can't relate to this line:
"I won’t. I’m not going to miss out on a chance. I don’t want to rot here like the boards of the dock and become choked with salted ways. I went away to make a better man of myself, and better myself I shall."
it is so weird how this story predicts my own life.
suddenly i was @ 04:30 am
tuesday, october 12, 2004
i am in a rather slow motion fall off the deep end i think. this is my third night of not sleeping. it's only 3.30 am though this round, so there is still plenty of nighttime to satiate my body if i decide to actually go to bed.just thought i would throw the word out on my physically and mentally unhealthy activities so when i am found in a ditch somewhere muttering something about "ducktales" one of you can tell the police and nice men in white jackets, "oh, she just needs a nap."
if i was ever cast in a play to play an old person, i would not sleep for two nights before the performance. when you get very sleep deprived, your whole, at least, my whole, body starts acting in strange ways. for example, i start having a difficult time picking up things like pencils. my fingers are lethargic and arthritic like, bending in odd manners and i can't move without wanting to fall over. i think it would really behoove the performance. screw pretending it's difficult to get off the couch, really feel it.
the "tiredest" i have ever been was freshman year. towards the end of my last first year semester, i don't think i got more than three hours of sleep every other night for about two weeks. the worst feeling in all the world is working all night, standing up, sitting on your bed, the MOMENT your alarm goes off. you just stand back up and move to the bathroom, brush your teeth and leave for class. i remember by the end i was so tired, i was talking to my mother on the phone and i actually fell asleep standing up and fell over, collapsing onto the floor. it was really scary. i also wasn't making any sense the last few days of class. i couldn't understand what anyone was saying and apparently rattled on about nothing in a disturbing manner (at least my grandmother said so).
what's worse is my experience of freshmen year is not uncommon at my school. i think everyone else i knew went through something similar. one of my friends even collapsed like i did.
go.
us.
that was a hard year. it's what started me on my "finish homework the day it is assigned quest." i never, ever let procrastination rule my life. i am always done ahead of schedule.
very interesting things come on television in the early hours of the morning. this morning i watched, "all grown up." has anyone seen this show? it's the rugrats, literally grown up. they are all preteens and teenagers. i think i watched about two hours of it while drawing this morning. some aspects of it are just creepy, angelica's mom for instance? she's a plastic surgery addict.
i also watched "quack pack." who remembers this show from the disney afternoon program? it's donald with teenage huey, dewey and louie? -
DISNEY TRIVIA
how, exactly, are huey, dewey and louie related to donald? is it through a brother or sister- etc, and what is that relation's name?
no fair looking up information either, who has that fact buried in their minds like i do? they get a cookie.
- there was also "ducktales" (woo-ooo) after "quack pack." what was the little girl's name? webigale? webbie? ah cannae remember (scrooge mcduck impersonation).
i had a huge fight with my mother last night. i never fight with her ever, but this one was really bad and now she isn't talking to me, which basically means, no one talks to me because i have no life. bruce the poodle seems to be the only one concerned and is very clingy following me everywhere.
- but other than bruce, it's just me myself and i (opposed to huey, dewey and louie) up all night because i don't know what else to do. i'm really tired. i apologize for the state of this entry.
message from the future and beyond! : it's six am, gah. my sleeping patterns are nonexistent. i am reading my old script. there was one AWFUL series of scenes, followed by a very cute one.
aah! alarms are going off, must hide into bed.
suddenly i was @ 04:47 am
sunday, october 10, 2004
i am trying to decide if i should go to bed at all tonight.i'd like to, i am tired, but my mind won't shut up and is full of thoughts i don't want to think of because they really upset me. every time i allow myself a moment of quiet the thoughts come up and spin out of control and i feel sick.
so. yes. i am just sitting here wondering if i should stay up all night.
suddenly i was @ 04:37 am
suddenly i was @ 04:34 am
thursday, october 7, 2004
so i am reading my old script. this scene doesn't even make sense! it's so awful and i just had to share.
why is the WHOLE internet dead? why is no one around to entertain me?
suddenly i was @ 06:14 pm
tuesday, october 5, 2004
edwards: i've said it once and i'll say it again uncle scrooge, i am a merry man and will not apologize for it, i wish you all the better and a kerry- am i allowed to say his name? - christmas to you, god bless us everyone.cheney: bah humbug.
so somehow i was coerced into watching the american vp debate tonight. as both members of the panel harbor some sort of higher mental facilities (though true, one is the soft spoken agent of satan) it was easier to stomach for me than the chimp versus human debate seen with the presidential round of last week.
oh edwards. i think you have a nice smile and your kids are even cuter than peter jackson's, but dude. you totally fell apart at the last there. to your credit though, i think everyone did.
edwards: rambling about kerry...
cheney: some low blow which has nothing to do with anything...
gwen: whose turn is it? where am i?
the debate really should have been 60 minutes long, clearly they couldn't handle the pressure. things went awry when edwards compleatly did not answer the question about his (lack thereof) governmental experience which led to the abysmal conversation about "flip flopping," in which no one answered the question and gwen forgot whose turn it was.
edwards should have, for the latter subject, simply stated how it is not a bad thing to change your mind to better suit the circumstance. really. he could have made an analogy using a pancake and said something about if you don't flip a pancake it only gets all burnt on one side and made his point, but no. still reeling from the last question fiasco, he rambled and rambled.
but oh well. he's still an appealing fellow.
cheney however...
my big thing against cheney, beside being satan, is his "zingers" directed at edwards. they were such low blows and came off as so tasteless.
but would i expect anything different?
lessons learned from debate: cheney is from wyoming. i wonder if he rides a horse?
MAGIC DEBATE MOMENTS
cheney: gwen.
gwen: mister vice president.
cheney: i'm going to need more than 30 seconds.
gwen: well that's all you got.
the highlight though was the warm fuzzy moment shared during the discussion of same sex unions. i wanted them to hug.
really though, if i have one soft spot for cheney (which i can't even tell you how loathe i am to have) it for him standing with his daughter. go him.
that said, i would like to repeat a bumpersticker phrase i see around, "beat dick, lick bush."
good god, please.
suddenly i was @ 10:26 pm
monday, october 4, 2004
i went to a little family barbecue today. usually i am away for these sorts of things, so it was quite fun. my cousins from out of town are being job transported across the country, so it was a bit of a goodbye-good-luck party as they drove on through to see their family here.
my cousins on my mother's side are quite a bit older than i am, they are closer to my mother's age than mine. my mother is the youngest in her family and these are the children of her eldest sister, who had children early in life, whereas my mom had hers late. i only have three who are about my age, one of which lives in spain.
i always considered my cousins' children my "cousins" (though they are officially my first cousins once removed, check out my mad genealogy skazills).
anyhow, there were many laughs, my one little cousin, hunter, slays me. absolutely kills. he is about four and was climbing up the world's most miniature pear tree. once at the top, he began calling out until everyone looked at him, just his head visible as he perched in the top branches, so he could announce he was climbing to, "watch the pears grow."
my sister took her time torturing his older brothers (who are beginning to get very good looking, what? where does the time go?)
sister: do you like lindsay lohan? is she like wicked hot to you? how about britney spears, do you, like jam to her? are you a player? i think you could be a player. don't worry if any of the girls come after you i'll get them.
she even took the time to interview hunter in this manner.
sister: do you like hillary duff?
hunter vehemently shakes his head, "no."
all of us: thank god!
she also discussed the issue of people having children with the four year old. hunter's conclusion about people having kids?
hunter: i don't want to have my kids.
the true zinger o' the evening came from my cousin (actual first cousin here), who is but one month and three days older than me and was directed at my sister.
cousin: so, what are you up to?
sister: oh, going to school, working.
cousin: where are you working?
sister: [name withheld].
cousin: really?
sister: yeah with all my white trash costumers.
cousin: oh, so you fit right in?
10 second delay.
me and sister: WHAT?
good god i can't believe the phrase came from my cousin! it was hilarious. if only you knew her. she is the most mild mannered, quiet, polite person one earth- just became an elementary school teacher and this! but she must have been on one because she followed it up with this:
sister: i said customers, i don't work with them.
cousin: just hang out on weekends?
kills!
anyhow, all in all very fun. the evening ended with hunter playing waterbottle football, making his excellent touch down moves and the rest of us practicing french doing the little mermaid french chef laugh of, "oh ho ho."
i have an interview tomorrow, two actually, so i best be off but in the meantime, you keep watching those pears grow.
and oh!
WALTER NEWS FLASH.
we have another image, walter by hillary.
suddenly i was @ 12:13 am
friday, october 1, 2004
oh my god, guess what? my film is going to be on some cable channel in chicago. i just received an email saying, "congratulations, your film has been chosen to be a part of (insert channel here)'s miniseries."me: woo! when the hell did i submit it?
i have no memory of submitting the film at all. the email was from the guy who showcased my piece in his gallery exhibition, so perhaps he had something to do with it. i can't remember, i often say yes to things i forget about 4 seconds later, but woo!
i am in part three, "animated," to air on october 17. there are two other pieces in my section, both by people i know (ten dollars if someone can guess who one of these persons is).
anyhow, neat! i'm on cable.
suddenly i was @ 06:50 pm
