Lost your friction and you slid for a mile.
1.1
Sorry it's been so long since my last post. I've been going out a lot, you know, hitting the big parties, networking. Being up all night, five or six nights a week, it's hard not to spread yourself too thin. This city, it'll eat you alive if you're not careful. I was talking with my agent, she says maybe I ought to do some smaller-time work, drop out of the scene for a while, because I've been burning the candle at both ends for too long now and I've done enough large-scale features to afford a break. Contrary to what you might think, though, I'm not miserable; there's a lot to enjoy about being out there. Cillian Murphy gave me his phone number.
1.2
I finally made it up to Bellingham the other week, and, well, yeah, there was in fact a city there, and it had a nice Fred Meyer, I guess, and, uh, yeah. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the trip and I hung out with some truly hip people, but I don't get what the fuss is about when it comes to that city. I experienced no awe upon arrival. I have to concede that they did do a pretty good Boca burger at The Horseshoe, although I was really fucking hungry, so I may be making an inaccurate claim there. Travis Morrison was discussed at length on the drive home. Apparently Josie and The Pussycats was watched somewhere in there, but I fear I missed it while spacing out at The Horseshoe. I've seen it before, though.
1.3
There was a time, some years ago now, when I ate quite a lot of tunafish. It all began one night when I had tuna, you know, with mayonnaise, on crackers, while I watched Pink Floyd's The Wall. And I quite liked The Wall and I quite liked the tunafish. And that was that, for a while, and then on another night I did it again. And then I found myself eating more and more tuna, with and without The Wall. And then eventually, I realized that I had gone outside the wall and entered a world of only tunafish. Anyway, one night I realized that tunafish was totally awful and I had to stop. But just the other night, I had some again. And it was delicious.
1.4
Something like a week ago I finished re-reading the Hitchhiker's Guide trilogy (which is five books long). It's still awesome. It's such a weird series, though, so full of those crashingly impossible impossibilities, that I'd forgotten its ultimate message is basically that it'll catch up with you in the end.
Sorry it's been so long since my last post. I've been going out a lot, you know, hitting the big parties, networking. Being up all night, five or six nights a week, it's hard not to spread yourself too thin. This city, it'll eat you alive if you're not careful. I was talking with my agent, she says maybe I ought to do some smaller-time work, drop out of the scene for a while, because I've been burning the candle at both ends for too long now and I've done enough large-scale features to afford a break. Contrary to what you might think, though, I'm not miserable; there's a lot to enjoy about being out there. Cillian Murphy gave me his phone number.
1.2
I finally made it up to Bellingham the other week, and, well, yeah, there was in fact a city there, and it had a nice Fred Meyer, I guess, and, uh, yeah. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the trip and I hung out with some truly hip people, but I don't get what the fuss is about when it comes to that city. I experienced no awe upon arrival. I have to concede that they did do a pretty good Boca burger at The Horseshoe, although I was really fucking hungry, so I may be making an inaccurate claim there. Travis Morrison was discussed at length on the drive home. Apparently Josie and The Pussycats was watched somewhere in there, but I fear I missed it while spacing out at The Horseshoe. I've seen it before, though.
1.3
There was a time, some years ago now, when I ate quite a lot of tunafish. It all began one night when I had tuna, you know, with mayonnaise, on crackers, while I watched Pink Floyd's The Wall. And I quite liked The Wall and I quite liked the tunafish. And that was that, for a while, and then on another night I did it again. And then I found myself eating more and more tuna, with and without The Wall. And then eventually, I realized that I had gone outside the wall and entered a world of only tunafish. Anyway, one night I realized that tunafish was totally awful and I had to stop. But just the other night, I had some again. And it was delicious.
1.4
Something like a week ago I finished re-reading the Hitchhiker's Guide trilogy (which is five books long). It's still awesome. It's such a weird series, though, so full of those crashingly impossible impossibilities, that I'd forgotten its ultimate message is basically that it'll catch up with you in the end.