ugh got drunk at justin’s house and watched jacob’s ladder.
pain killers + gin and tonics + jacob’s ladder = 🙁
FloTekSek: hahaha
FloTekSek: that reminds me
FloTekSek: i was buying stamps at the PO today…
FloTekSek: the lady hands me virgin mary ones, and she says “do you like the virgin mary”? and smiled
FloTekSek: i said “i dont know, i hear she gets around”
FloTekSek: and the lady got pissed
scoutmastertoad: hahahahaha
I grab my keys, race back to the apartment, throw on some new clothes and drive out there.
I park, fill out another form from a girl named Cookie, have my wardrobe inspected and changed and on the set i go.
It's a party, but a sober party, full of recovering alcoholics and drug addicts. It's only been a hour since i last got so i'm fitting really well with all the recovering addicts.
I stroll into the party, dressed almost exactly like i am at every other party, and pick my corner to lean against.
The Spanish director walks in, orders us to different seats, places to stand, etc, etc, etc but never moves me. I figure i'm in the right spot so i better not ask or move without permission.
I'm standing across from this really cute black girl, who's name i couldn't remember for the life of me now, and we're supposed to just make conversation, like we're in a party. She did really good, asking lots of open ended questions which allowed me to ramble on and on in front of the camera.
Then they start doing certain scenes. One big guy tells a joke, they film it 2-3 times, then they turn to me.
The camera man, Diago(sp?) stands next to me, puts his hand on my shoulder and rocks me back and forth while filming since their focusing on a picture of Benito behind me. I try to make it look like i'm talking, panamining(sp?), so basically i'm still talking to my new friend, but not talking at all. Really weird.
The whole time i couldn't help myself. Namoi Watts would walk by me, wearing these really really really tight jeans and a american flag on her t-shirt and empty the ashtray next to me.
The thrill of being on a actual movie set is just crazy. Like im a serious movie buff and this movie actually sounds like a movie you can say “fucked with you”. You realize how all the camera guys, the grips, everyone, are just grunts trying to fill in a huge picture.
So a year from now, when the movie 21 Grams with benico comes into the theatre, watch for the party scene. Look for the dude in the gray shirt, holding a drink, smiling and laughing.
By the end of the “shoot” i was really tired of standing and really tired of faking conversation. I walked out, gave the girl my ticket to made sure i got paid the $50(would have done it for free) and got into my car. and drove home…
“All the laws of Washington and all the bayonets of the Army cannot force the Negro into our homes, our schools, our churches,” Thurmond said while campaigning against Republican Thomas Dewey and Democrat Harry Truman, who supported civil rights legislation.
god, sometimes the weekends just start to eat away at whats left of your withered alcohol soaked soul. It’s even hard to find out where to begin but i think it all has to start with that case of Corona we picked up at Costco…
My once clean desk is now littered with Corona bottles, complete with limes at different levels decomposition floating in the bottoms.
Last night, seconds before i was about to go to sleep, ian walks in the door. I yell “Wes!” and point at Ian. Ian responds that his name is Ian, i turn off the TV and go to bed.
god, i should have took pics. I walk outside my apartment to find my tire flat. I call AAA and they come and fix it. I expected a large burley black dude to show up, fix it with one hand and be gone.
Insted a van pulls up loaded down with black kids. Two of them driving, one with a clipboard(complete with business cards that actually say All My Kids Towing).
Then, this kid, probably 13, leads a huge blind guy up to my car. At this point im trying not to laugh. He raises my car up, they change the flat, hand me a business card and thank me for my business.
I feel kinda guilty since it didn’t look that hard but i prefer someone who actually does something for a living to do it but all my kids towing? wtf…
last night i took part of ian’s aim list to hardrock last night. After we had a few call a cab’s at wet willies we ended up back at our apartment.
xxSt4cEExx: do you remember rubbing yourself last night and askin me to tell ya you were bad?
scoutmastertoad: shh hehe
xxSt4cEExx: HAHA
scoutmastertoad: yeah hahaha
scoutmastertoad: had to install ws ftp
scoutmastertoad: it makes noise 🙁
FloTekSek: hahaha
FloTekSek: yah
scoutmastertoad: not happy about noise
FloTekSek: train horn blaring
scoutmastertoad: winamp is the only program on my pc that should use the speakers
scoutmastertoad: not websites, not ftp programs, not aim
scoutmastertoad: WIN
scoutmastertoad: AMP
Volvo Cars of North America is recalling 65,000 cars because the seat heaters could short circuit and catch fire.
scoutmastertoad: Volvo Cars of North America is recalling 65,000 cars because the seat heaters could short circuit and catch fire.
scoutmastertoad: i am a recall cordinator
scoutmastertoad: i apply the equation
Gawd, i got so fucking lost leaving the office last night. Like you never realize how much of Memphis is just flat out ghetto until you drive through almost every block of it. After driving around for about 45 minutes, trying desperately to find a cross street that wasn’t named after a state, i break down and ask for directions.
I have no pride anymore asking for directions. I lived in New Orleans…i’m used to asking for directions every 20 minutes. The guy behind the glass at the “quaint” gas station told me to keep going down the road i was in and i’d get back to midtown. The guy moping looks at me and says “yeah, don’t turn, just keep going straight”.
After about 10 minutes i realized why he said not to turn. This area was so bad that I was going 45 in a 35 and actually clocked by police but due to the wonderful racial profiling of memphis police, I was spared.
After almost getting car jacked right when i was nearing my destination made for a evening of celebrating life since my intution/paranoia somehow saved me from the situation. This is slightly comforting that there is still some force inside my head pushing me away from danger. Now i need to hone it to work with women…
gawd, im in the process of moving almost a dozen domains to my dad’s servers. I get a email forwarded from one of my clients with the username and the password.
Yay, now i can move the domains, get working on their site, get paid, and go on with my life.
Naw, that would be too easy.
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I curse every diety known to man, pick up the phone, call, find out that the email i got from VeriSign with the username was off by….1 digit…..i ask the lady why this has happened, she replies “no idea”.
There goes 20 minutes of my life i can never get back….