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It's my birthday, bitches!
I am getting my tongue pierced tomorrow, and honestly I am getting fucking HATED ON. My parents I expected, but my friends? Why do I have to justify something unimportant to so many people? It's not like I'm getting a giant "Fuck the Police" tattoo on my face or something. I'm getting a discreet piercing INSIDE MY MOUTH, where nobody will see it unless you are looking for it. So whooooo cares?? The only reason that should matter is "Because I want to."
I am still not over Michael Jackson. At all. The only good thing I can think of is that his death is causing me to revisit a lot of stuff I haven't heard in a while; when you listen to an artist all the time, like I have with MJ, you tend to weed out a lot of songs and just listen to a select bunch of them repeatedly, all your favorites. I had maybe 3 or 4 on each album that I would listen to all the time, and the rest was background. I do that with everyone. I rarely sit and listen to an album all the way through. NOW, I'm listening to EVERYTHING, and remembering exactly how fantastic each song is. But that makes me even sadder...
I have two great jobs coming up in August. One is another TV pilot with C Squared Pictures... I was an assistant set decorator on their last pilot, Accidental Heroes, which has turned into a webisode because it hasn't gotten picked up by a network. The new one is called Extra-Extra, which isn't a superb title but it is a good script and stars Ron Palillo, who I am infatuated with because he was Arnold Horshack on Welcome Back Kotter. ("OOOHHHH!!! OOOOOOOOHHH!!! MR. KOTTER!!!"). I'm going to be the head decorator, and perhaps the only decorator, because there seems to be no room for me to have an assistant. Uh oh.
The other is a short film by my friend Phil Giordano, he needs me to design basically the only set in the whole thing. It's a pretty intense 4-pager about a sort of Lolita-esque situation with someone who has potential to become an active pedophile. I met Phil earlier this year when I propped another one of his shorts, called Chinatown Rain, which is maybe the best short I've ever worked on. Really clever. I give him a lot of respect for pulling great stuff off with little or no resources at his disposal.
I am getting my tongue pierced tomorrow, and honestly I am getting fucking HATED ON. My parents I expected, but my friends? Why do I have to justify something unimportant to so many people? It's not like I'm getting a giant "Fuck the Police" tattoo on my face or something. I'm getting a discreet piercing INSIDE MY MOUTH, where nobody will see it unless you are looking for it. So whooooo cares?? The only reason that should matter is "Because I want to."
I am still not over Michael Jackson. At all. The only good thing I can think of is that his death is causing me to revisit a lot of stuff I haven't heard in a while; when you listen to an artist all the time, like I have with MJ, you tend to weed out a lot of songs and just listen to a select bunch of them repeatedly, all your favorites. I had maybe 3 or 4 on each album that I would listen to all the time, and the rest was background. I do that with everyone. I rarely sit and listen to an album all the way through. NOW, I'm listening to EVERYTHING, and remembering exactly how fantastic each song is. But that makes me even sadder...
I have two great jobs coming up in August. One is another TV pilot with C Squared Pictures... I was an assistant set decorator on their last pilot, Accidental Heroes, which has turned into a webisode because it hasn't gotten picked up by a network. The new one is called Extra-Extra, which isn't a superb title but it is a good script and stars Ron Palillo, who I am infatuated with because he was Arnold Horshack on Welcome Back Kotter. ("OOOHHHH!!! OOOOOOOOHHH!!! MR. KOTTER!!!"). I'm going to be the head decorator, and perhaps the only decorator, because there seems to be no room for me to have an assistant. Uh oh.
The other is a short film by my friend Phil Giordano, he needs me to design basically the only set in the whole thing. It's a pretty intense 4-pager about a sort of Lolita-esque situation with someone who has potential to become an active pedophile. I met Phil earlier this year when I propped another one of his shorts, called Chinatown Rain, which is maybe the best short I've ever worked on. Really clever. I give him a lot of respect for pulling great stuff off with little or no resources at his disposal.