everything and nothing
Autumn at the Hummer Dealership
When things settle down, because that will ever happen, I'd like to get some things for myself. Not the big things I really actually need, like a new computer (or powerful editing-station laptop). I mean the little things that make me happy, but the kind of things I'd still need to actually buy. Someday.
One fancy toy I'd like is a medium-format camera like a Hasselblad or something. Something used and wanky but deliciously filmy and bigger than little ol' 35mm. I'm not much of a digital photographer, I've realized, but man did I love playing with that film camera.
Other smaller things? Spore. The DVDs of Hong Sang-Soo's movies that I don't have, that Movie Madness doesn't have, that Netflix doesn't have, but that Amazon and/or eBay has. Also, I'd like to find a cheap copy of I'm a Cyborg, But That's OK, just because: I've wanted to see that thing forever. A UK DVD of Cronenberg's M. Butterfly. Sarah Vowell's last two books, and both of John Hodgman's.
A passport.
I'd like to wire my room with china balls and rig a makeshift lightswitch by the door, instead of across the room by the window. (I know how I'd do this, but I'm lazy.)
There's a tattoo I've been meaning to get myself one of these days. Honestly. I decided I was going to do it for my 30th birthday and I just never did. I don't want to die without any tattoos... how will they identify my decapitated corpse?
And while I'm making a list, I should clean my car.
Briefly, today was: fairly busy at Laika (I got to help troubleshoot and I wasn't just doing busywork; my mild expertise in bridging Photoshop and Final Cut came into play tonight, and my ability to solve technical problems with layers, batch sequences, and alpha channels). I got paid, which means I can afford those next three days of shooting (if I eat in all month). My check to Clint for the first day's rental bounced. My dentist called me to schedule an appointment at 6:01pm. I missed the call and when I tried to return it less than 20 seconds later (while they were still leaving me a voicemail), got the "we are closed" answering machine. I hate my dentists. I bought a new pitcher and ice cube trays, trying ( once again) to track down the reason my tea tastes bad these days. Oh, and I realized I was confusing myself, and I do have Andy on-set all three days. Thank God. That's going to make a huge difference.
Tomorrow: I work again. On a Saturday! Sunday, I meet with Andy about food, scheduling, and preparation for next weekend. It feels so much better knowing he'll be there.
I know I should go to the gym -- one day does not an un-lapse make -- but I'm really sleepy. If I don't fall asleep in the next half an hour I will try to kick my own ass and get me up and going.
And while I'm rambling: this morning, Liz Phair's "Supernova" was stuck in my head. My brain is funny.