That's the fact Jack!
Jul. 15th, 2005 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonThree hours of sleep for the second night in a row. I got my hypnogogic goggles on. I can now see the intentions before the words. I can see the rain waiting in the clouds. On the ride to work I watched a tiny moth try to escape through the window on the bus. There is a fuzzy distance between the eyes and their receiver, a light brain burn. The objects in my field of vision seem dream heavy, weighted with a vague significance. As you can see this was not the best week to have decided to quit drinking coffee at work.
So what the hell happened last night!
Your honor I propose to you that I was pressganged, Hoodwinked, Hijacked into going out and having a good time. Around Midnight my friend and I were finishing up some touches on the script. I was in a shitty mood and was in no mood to be playing with thelemic rocket scientists and the dialouge seemed to clunky. We made some progress cleaned things up a bit and got a semblance of verbal flow going again. I was ready to go home and pass out. A cold slice, read a page in my novel and then Click: "Lights out across the territory". Negative son! Apparently Steven was back in town from his Indonesian tour by way of Cali. There was a little informal get together over at Tracksides. An unoffical Collective meeting. No problem I tell him. Just drop me off and give Steve my best.
"No time for that. We'll just stay a few minutes and say 'Hi'"
"A few minutes?" I say trying to convince myself that this was remotely possible.
"A few minutes!" He says.
Two & 1/2 hours later:
Steven looks great. He has his hair grown out and is sporting a thick mustache. He has that 70's mans man vibe about him. He looks like either a TV detective from that era or the archetype of the American male porn star. Most be all that Monkey Chanting! So between Karoke, hugs and clinking our drinks in silent toasts it's story time. Travelers tales. Strange trips from the edge of the jungle. Cross country jaunts on a scooter. His life as the Monkey God of Bali. But it's not just Steven, it's everybody. A festival of familiar faces.
"Hey. Wow. Hi. How-are-ya?" Hug, hold & smile. I'm bobbing along the social current. It was like a whole bunch of us decided to get together and crash someone elses party. I had a lot of fun, though for the most part I can remember the conversations, the mood and the giggles, but when I try and remember what was said nothing comes. It's like watching a home movie but somehow the cameraman turned the 'Mute' on. Mouths mime the words but no worrys. One by one everyone left until eventually 'Final Call' was announced and my friend and I said our goodbyes to people whose names we had already forgotten. 285 W was virtually empty. Death In Vegas on the cassette. T-minus four hours until I get up for work and every minute of sleep lost was well spent.
(c) Daniel Clowes
David Boring
So what the hell happened last night!
Your honor I propose to you that I was pressganged, Hoodwinked, Hijacked into going out and having a good time. Around Midnight my friend and I were finishing up some touches on the script. I was in a shitty mood and was in no mood to be playing with thelemic rocket scientists and the dialouge seemed to clunky. We made some progress cleaned things up a bit and got a semblance of verbal flow going again. I was ready to go home and pass out. A cold slice, read a page in my novel and then Click: "Lights out across the territory". Negative son! Apparently Steven was back in town from his Indonesian tour by way of Cali. There was a little informal get together over at Tracksides. An unoffical Collective meeting. No problem I tell him. Just drop me off and give Steve my best.
"No time for that. We'll just stay a few minutes and say 'Hi'"
"A few minutes?" I say trying to convince myself that this was remotely possible.
"A few minutes!" He says.
Two & 1/2 hours later:
Steven looks great. He has his hair grown out and is sporting a thick mustache. He has that 70's mans man vibe about him. He looks like either a TV detective from that era or the archetype of the American male porn star. Most be all that Monkey Chanting! So between Karoke, hugs and clinking our drinks in silent toasts it's story time. Travelers tales. Strange trips from the edge of the jungle. Cross country jaunts on a scooter. His life as the Monkey God of Bali. But it's not just Steven, it's everybody. A festival of familiar faces.
"Hey. Wow. Hi. How-are-ya?" Hug, hold & smile. I'm bobbing along the social current. It was like a whole bunch of us decided to get together and crash someone elses party. I had a lot of fun, though for the most part I can remember the conversations, the mood and the giggles, but when I try and remember what was said nothing comes. It's like watching a home movie but somehow the cameraman turned the 'Mute' on. Mouths mime the words but no worrys. One by one everyone left until eventually 'Final Call' was announced and my friend and I said our goodbyes to people whose names we had already forgotten. 285 W was virtually empty. Death In Vegas on the cassette. T-minus four hours until I get up for work and every minute of sleep lost was well spent.
(c) Daniel Clowes
David Boring
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on 2005-07-15 04:03 pm (UTC)And I hate to rub it in...but I feel marvelous!
RE:"hate to rub it in...but I feel marvelous!"
on 2005-07-15 04:43 pm (UTC)I'm not doing so bad on my side. Keep in my mind yours truly was a former BilgeRat and in my brief tenure as such, have fought fires, dangled from a mast by my ankle, passed surprise inspections & even once wrestled down a wild steam hose that was spitting out 150psi of pure heat. All with a lot less sleep after drinking a lot worse than a few J&C's.
((Never Never Ever do shots in Izmir Turkey. There are still photos circulating of me passed out on the head(toliet) with a fez on!))
Oh and Oz told me about his idea to do a Bender costume. You should totally be Lela if he does!
Re: "hate to rub it in...but I feel marvelous!"
on 2005-07-15 06:03 pm (UTC)Sorry I didn't get around to taking a photo. My bestest friend Eva is a dark haired vixon who lives in Charleston and is aching to see my hair transformation also...actually demanding photographic evidence. I'll have to call and confess my lack to her also. But Liza liked it a lot. I might even run into you this weekend and you can see for yourself.
Re: Seeing you this weekend/ 2 D*C's in a row...
on 2005-07-15 06:08 pm (UTC)Liza trick..er convince you to help out with the move?
I'm thinking of going as Tor Johnson for one night @ DragonCon. I was almost going to propose to Justin & Oz(or I did & I forgot already) that we
(The Collective that is) do a puppet show version of "PLAN 9 FROM OUTTER SPACE". Just one of millions of odd ideas circulating my brain!
Re: Seeing you this weekend/ 2 D*C's in a row...
on 2005-07-15 07:01 pm (UTC)The puppet show is an awesome idea....I love me some Ed Wood...In all his angora glory.