here is a drawing of a spirokete
The events of Friday and Saturday night conspired to form some random, funny dream last night. I was walking along a pier in overcast, occasionally misty, weather to this big, wooden building and every now and then there was some random woman who looked like a porn star. The building was suppose to be the location of some big filmed orgy (which I'm sure I wasn't taking part in so I don't know why I was going there) but that got canceled (much to the dismay of the random porn people milling about) so then EXIT was going to play there. There was a stage in the centre of the structure, which had a huge centre room and some very small rooms and narrow hallways around it. I had my camera so I took pictures from this wooden catwalk above the stage.
I'm not explaining why porn was a part of my weekend. You're just going to have to wait for the DVD. I might benefit from putting relevent subject titles on these entries. I was looking for something in some old entries today and I'm sure I'll never find it. Oh well. Next time, use the clutch.
I recorded the EXIT gig on Friday with Cheryl's camcorder, which I felt weird about at first, but once I actually started recording I thought was really cool and I totally want a camcorder now (although it's not a terribly high priority). It was cool, like, moving to various angles and, like, trying to get things in the shots and stuff. It was really cool. Even when I was retarded and zoomed in when I meant to zoom out. Or when Nikki said everyone's name and when she said Affa's I moved the camera over to where I thought she was but she wasn't there anymore. I am so smooth it hurts. Deeply. I need stitches. There will be a scar. People will go "wow, how did you get that?" and I will go "being smooth" and they will go "daaaaaaaaaayum."
TOTAL HYDROPLANE EXTRAVAGANZA!!! Not really. The Daily News had on its front page the other day that the 101 at the 405 interchange is the location of the worst traffic in the United States. I have the absolute pleasure of traversing this area at least ten times per week, usually more, and those minimum ten times are at peak hours. I AM SO AWESOME!!!!!!!!! TOTAL AEROPLANE EXTRAVAGANZA!!!!!!!!! Don't you hate it when you miss a really cool photo opportunity by, like, seconds or less? Today, I walked outside my house, and I took a picture of the sky (the first one behind the cut tag in the previous entry), and then I packed the camera back up to get in my car and I look up and this plane is going across the sky, relatively close to where I am, and you can fucking see pieces of cloud flowing over and off its wings and fuck. And then it disappeared into/behind some clouds and I wept for hours I don't remember what I did. Probably swore light-heartedly and then got in my car all like "rain rain! la dee dee!" and then a deer fell on me. Last time I park under the neighbour's tree.
I'm not explaining why porn was a part of my weekend. You're just going to have to wait for the DVD. I might benefit from putting relevent subject titles on these entries. I was looking for something in some old entries today and I'm sure I'll never find it. Oh well. Next time, use the clutch.
I recorded the EXIT gig on Friday with Cheryl's camcorder, which I felt weird about at first, but once I actually started recording I thought was really cool and I totally want a camcorder now (although it's not a terribly high priority). It was cool, like, moving to various angles and, like, trying to get things in the shots and stuff. It was really cool. Even when I was retarded and zoomed in when I meant to zoom out. Or when Nikki said everyone's name and when she said Affa's I moved the camera over to where I thought she was but she wasn't there anymore. I am so smooth it hurts. Deeply. I need stitches. There will be a scar. People will go "wow, how did you get that?" and I will go "being smooth" and they will go "daaaaaaaaaayum."
TOTAL HYDROPLANE EXTRAVAGANZA!!! Not really. The Daily News had on its front page the other day that the 101 at the 405 interchange is the location of the worst traffic in the United States. I have the absolute pleasure of traversing this area at least ten times per week, usually more, and those minimum ten times are at peak hours. I AM SO AWESOME!!!!!!!!! TOTAL AEROPLANE EXTRAVAGANZA!!!!!!!!! Don't you hate it when you miss a really cool photo opportunity by, like, seconds or less? Today, I walked outside my house, and I took a picture of the sky (the first one behind the cut tag in the previous entry), and then I packed the camera back up to get in my car and I look up and this plane is going across the sky, relatively close to where I am, and you can fucking see pieces of cloud flowing over and off its wings and fuck. And then it disappeared into/behind some clouds and I wept for hours I don't remember what I did. Probably swore light-heartedly and then got in my car all like "rain rain! la dee dee!" and then a deer fell on me. Last time I park under the neighbour's tree.