loyal readers, i am filled with contempt for you...
so what's up gang?!?! last night erin took me to see a movie her friend and colleague had done. so we went to westwood to see this. it was part of the first annual westwood film festival. the nights bill included a short film entitled _letting go_ and the feature her friend made, _freeze out_.
we got there and met erin's friends, a guy and his ladyfriend. i spoke to his ladyfriend about the buskers at the 3rd st. promenade and how they give me the heebie jeebies, especially the following two buskers.
1) arthritis guy. this doughy little man, he seems to be some stripe of asian, pacific islander, i don't know what. his identifying characterstics are: crushed spirit; doughy build; waxy looking hair; glasses so exceedingly thick that there is no way they were crafted within the past 80 years; oh, and his creepy jaggedy claw hands that he uses to grip his cardboard sign explaining that he has severe arthritis in his hands and needs money for an operation. this guy steals part of my soul every time i look at him. i have caught myself slowing down to try to comprehend if this arthirits thing is a strange begging technique or if he is on the level, and all that happens is that i feel an icyness enter my body and i feel as if i will never be happy again.
2) other creep. (i really don't have names for these guys - i try not to think about them/anthropomorphize them). this guy is this guy who looks like he was made up of two different action figure pieces. his upper body is RIPPPED DAWGGG and his legs are so thin and spindly and creepy. he sits in the lotus position and makes these strange whooping sounds and bird calls. and then you look around, and he's looking at you, with this creepy smile, and he starts holding himself up by his arms, and swinging his broken little lotus legs about and doing feats of upper body strength. buddy, there's absolutly no reason to make bird sounds and then make eye contact and smile at me. in case you were wondering, you will already haunt my nightmares for eternity. no need to go overboard.
so that conversation was kind of fun. buddy, your ladyfriend is nice. her lisp is endearing.
so then we went in and saw the movies. the first one was a short that was really iffy. it was called _letting go_ and it had a "drug transition" - in 3 shots the main girl went from smoking a joint with a bunch of 30 year old quasi burn outs to doing a line of coke and then mainlining heroin. talk about a gateway drug! also, the dudes shmoking, they were wearing new bandanas and they seemed like it was really heavy shit they were smoking. they were all slumped against the wall of this derelict apartment that had some feces smeared street sign against the wall. it was over the top, yet somehow a very accurate representation of weed smokers. skid row has never before been so aptly described. and whoa! when it was over, the guy running the film festival started jawing about how this was such a powerful film and how if they were giving an award for best actor the main girl would have won it. uhhhhhh...
the full length, which erin's friend made, was actually pretty good and had a lot of funny lines in it. it was called _freeze out_ and the direction was a bit much at times, but it was shot in a TV stylesque manner (some new fangled show with freezes and crazy cuts et cetera) and with digital and the dude was trying things out. some of them worked quite well, some of it made it seem like a really really long episode of frenetic siezurific television, but still, a good movie. oh, the movie had a star in it. Eddie Pepitone. one of the funniest comedians i've ever seen. he told a story about talking to his two cats that was mindblowing. and when some woman got up to leave during it, he apologized for not having any material about aeroplane food. brillo.
also. don't you hate it when you just graze over part of your face, lettuce say your eyebrow, and you feel a little point of pain and you realize that you will have a zit there in 3 days, and you spend the rest of the day touching it and your keyboard gets filled with eyebrow hairs? thinning eyebrows is a big fear of mine. it is compacted by the fact that i think they're thin at the ends to begin with, and i think someone cut them off at the ends once while i was sleeping. because a lot of people suddenly mentioned one day how the ends of my eyebrows were thin. later that week i felt like i had cut my hair and accidentally trimmed my eyebrows, but that memory may have been implanted.
i normally wear some sort of random shirt and a sweater over that when i am going to work (as is my wont and custom), because my office is usually kept below freezing point. in case you're wondering, they raised the freezing point to adjust for our new love based economy. however, today the office has been heated, so i am forced to take off my sweater shirt thingy that i am wearing over my t shirt. The t-shirt is red, with fuzzy blue letters on it.
what my t-shirt actually says: (front) THEY GROW ON YOU (back - it has four long and complicated names. i am assuming this shirt was some sort of eastern european law firms jokey t-shirts for the company slow-pitch league. a league that was instituted to raise moral, teamwork, and foster a competitive edge - to help us slam dunk the peterson account, natch.)
what my t-shirt says to everyone who sees me wear it: start a conversation with me about my shirt and ask me questions because if you just keep asking what it means, we'll figure this one out. JUST KEEP ASKING!!!!
so what's up gang?!?! last night erin took me to see a movie her friend and colleague had done. so we went to westwood to see this. it was part of the first annual westwood film festival. the nights bill included a short film entitled _letting go_ and the feature her friend made, _freeze out_.
we got there and met erin's friends, a guy and his ladyfriend. i spoke to his ladyfriend about the buskers at the 3rd st. promenade and how they give me the heebie jeebies, especially the following two buskers.
1) arthritis guy. this doughy little man, he seems to be some stripe of asian, pacific islander, i don't know what. his identifying characterstics are: crushed spirit; doughy build; waxy looking hair; glasses so exceedingly thick that there is no way they were crafted within the past 80 years; oh, and his creepy jaggedy claw hands that he uses to grip his cardboard sign explaining that he has severe arthritis in his hands and needs money for an operation. this guy steals part of my soul every time i look at him. i have caught myself slowing down to try to comprehend if this arthirits thing is a strange begging technique or if he is on the level, and all that happens is that i feel an icyness enter my body and i feel as if i will never be happy again.
2) other creep. (i really don't have names for these guys - i try not to think about them/anthropomorphize them). this guy is this guy who looks like he was made up of two different action figure pieces. his upper body is RIPPPED DAWGGG and his legs are so thin and spindly and creepy. he sits in the lotus position and makes these strange whooping sounds and bird calls. and then you look around, and he's looking at you, with this creepy smile, and he starts holding himself up by his arms, and swinging his broken little lotus legs about and doing feats of upper body strength. buddy, there's absolutly no reason to make bird sounds and then make eye contact and smile at me. in case you were wondering, you will already haunt my nightmares for eternity. no need to go overboard.
so that conversation was kind of fun. buddy, your ladyfriend is nice. her lisp is endearing.
so then we went in and saw the movies. the first one was a short that was really iffy. it was called _letting go_ and it had a "drug transition" - in 3 shots the main girl went from smoking a joint with a bunch of 30 year old quasi burn outs to doing a line of coke and then mainlining heroin. talk about a gateway drug! also, the dudes shmoking, they were wearing new bandanas and they seemed like it was really heavy shit they were smoking. they were all slumped against the wall of this derelict apartment that had some feces smeared street sign against the wall. it was over the top, yet somehow a very accurate representation of weed smokers. skid row has never before been so aptly described. and whoa! when it was over, the guy running the film festival started jawing about how this was such a powerful film and how if they were giving an award for best actor the main girl would have won it. uhhhhhh...
the full length, which erin's friend made, was actually pretty good and had a lot of funny lines in it. it was called _freeze out_ and the direction was a bit much at times, but it was shot in a TV stylesque manner (some new fangled show with freezes and crazy cuts et cetera) and with digital and the dude was trying things out. some of them worked quite well, some of it made it seem like a really really long episode of frenetic siezurific television, but still, a good movie. oh, the movie had a star in it. Eddie Pepitone. one of the funniest comedians i've ever seen. he told a story about talking to his two cats that was mindblowing. and when some woman got up to leave during it, he apologized for not having any material about aeroplane food. brillo.
also. don't you hate it when you just graze over part of your face, lettuce say your eyebrow, and you feel a little point of pain and you realize that you will have a zit there in 3 days, and you spend the rest of the day touching it and your keyboard gets filled with eyebrow hairs? thinning eyebrows is a big fear of mine. it is compacted by the fact that i think they're thin at the ends to begin with, and i think someone cut them off at the ends once while i was sleeping. because a lot of people suddenly mentioned one day how the ends of my eyebrows were thin. later that week i felt like i had cut my hair and accidentally trimmed my eyebrows, but that memory may have been implanted.
i normally wear some sort of random shirt and a sweater over that when i am going to work (as is my wont and custom), because my office is usually kept below freezing point. in case you're wondering, they raised the freezing point to adjust for our new love based economy. however, today the office has been heated, so i am forced to take off my sweater shirt thingy that i am wearing over my t shirt. The t-shirt is red, with fuzzy blue letters on it.
what my t-shirt actually says: (front) THEY GROW ON YOU (back - it has four long and complicated names. i am assuming this shirt was some sort of eastern european law firms jokey t-shirts for the company slow-pitch league. a league that was instituted to raise moral, teamwork, and foster a competitive edge - to help us slam dunk the peterson account, natch.)
what my t-shirt says to everyone who sees me wear it: start a conversation with me about my shirt and ask me questions because if you just keep asking what it means, we'll figure this one out. JUST KEEP ASKING!!!!
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