I dreamt that, when I asked Spacecat if maybe this whole time she could speak English and just never said anything, I tacitly gave her soul permission to come out. Her soul was a Mexican man in his thirties with a thick accent. We talked, extremely awkwardly, about my treatment of him/her. He told me he didn't like the cheap dried Iams food I've ( Read more... )

Like all dreams, the beginning's a lot fuzzier than the end ( Read more... )

May 2, 2009.

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Toyed around with newly bought software "lenses" and "filmstock" for iPhone's Hipstamatic app. Apropos of nothing, I'm sprinkling some of the pictures throughout, so you remember who this is about: me, close-up, awkward. (The cat pictures are just bonus.)


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This one was one of those very emotional ones that leaves a mark on you, whether or not it makes sense ( Read more... )

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I was in the middle of my masterpiece, you could just feel it. This was going to be the one I'd be remembered for and everything was going perfectly. I just remember having conversations about it with people. It was called Help the Bandit in Another Way and it was going to be a game-changer. Weird, I know.

While working on Help the Bandit I ( Read more... )

Note to self: she really likes that Flaked Slapjack Tuna. Finally found a treat that drives the little one wild.

If I ever feel like driving my cat wild.

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Well. I managed to watch a couple of movies to get me thinking, but the truth is, so far I've written fuck-all this weekend. Not for lack of trying.

I did manage to turn my scene list into a bunch of index cards so I could look at the big picture differently, since focusing on the details kept escaping me. Like so:


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