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OK, quick update on the past couple of days:
I went to Sundays on the Bay for brunch on Father's Day, had a bit of bad eggs benedict, and felt kind-of crappy for the next few hours (the fact that I'd slept maybe 12 hours out of the last 48 probably didn't help, either - I slept like a baby for something like 3 1/2 to 4 hours when I got home). This ended up being a double blessing, because not only was I able to re-coup some much needed sleep, but I also didn't have to leave the house to see my birth father, Manny (he came around five to pick up his gift and stayed for about half an hour before he split). I felt better a little later, and so I went with my mom, dad, and grandma to watch "The Day After Tomorrow," which is now on my guilty pleasures list. I love a good disaster movie, in part because of it's predictability and cheese. Honestly, there's a quality of the absolute in a disaster movie that causes its characters to believably leave behind their jaded views and pettiness and step into a real state of shameless living; I think that's beautiful (translation: it gives me the warm-and-fuzzies, and makes me wanna save the world the way I did when I was eight - at least for a little while). ;)
So then today I woke up early and spent most of the day reading an enormous amount of articles, from both magazines and the New York Times (and still I'm not done reading all that I have here at home; I am, though, very far along). I also made a lot of progress today on concept development for the script I'm writing, in grand part due to discussions about it with a certain "Rivers" (and, of course, my mom). I then went to poker with some of the guys (Robert, Alex, and a few others), which was fun (I ended up down four bucks; not bad, considering I had to buy in a second time).
As for tomorrow, I'm gonna be out of the house from 11 AM until around the same time the next day (we're staying at some cheap hotel, and taking the pets to stay with the vet). My dog (Candela) apparently dropped ticks all over the house, so to make sure that all of those nasty little buggers are dead, we're fumigating the house (a 24-hour process, apparently). So, if anyone wants/needs to get in touch with me, make sure to call the cell, since I probably won't be able to get online until I'm back home.
On Wednesday I'm watching "Saved!" with the irrepressible Tati Bengochea, though since it's an early movie I don't know what I'll be up to afterward. I'm hoping that on Thursday I can get some of you all together for a bon voyage pow-wow in celebration of all our up-coming programs. (To those of you going away: let me know how I can get in touch with you while you're away - i.e., will your cell phone work there, can you check your E-mail and/or live journal, will you have a laptop with you, etc. Aside from not wanting to be totally cut off from you for 4-6 weeks, I'll probably be sending each of you some script info for a film you'll be some part of once you get back; so please, let me know.)
Also, I think I'd like to hang out with that new person I met this weekend again - not with any ulterior motives, really, but rather because I enjoyed talking to her very much (something I can't find often enough). And, on another note, there is a certain nutella-phile who is an old friend of mine and whom I need to see soon (if not before I leave on Saturday, not long after I return on the 10th). Also, if said lover of all things warm and chocolaty has anything particular that she wants for her birthday, please let it be known to me; otherwise, I'll just have to surprise you and hope that you don't have (and will enjoy) whatever I get you ;-P.
Of all that I read today, two things stuck out enough for me to copy over into my physical journal:
First, there is a mock news blurb that reads: "Milk: While no one was looking, prices shot up to as much as $4 a gallon. No worries, plans to invade Denmark are under way."
Then, there was a short article on Eric Idle (of Monty Python fame) in which he was asked if references poking fun at sensitive subjects (such as "Castle Anthrax") would be curbed in his new, "Holy Grail"-based musical "Monty Python's Spamalot." His answer: "Terrorists may not destroy our sense of humor. We must laugh at them until they go away." Well said.
And finally, I leave you with a catchy little mantra I wrote in that very same journal earlier today:
I will reclaim my balls
I will reclaim my balls
I will reclaim my balls
I will reclaim my manhood
I will reclaim my life
I will reclaim my balls!