Holy shit! 3hrs ago I heard knocking on the door. What the hell, I though, it's pretty late. There was 30-ish looking woman at the the door, she said she moved in a floor above, which made sense as the apartment above has each room rented for other person, or something like that. People move in and out all the time, so I don't even recognize them as neighbors. She appeared to be a bit tipsy and asked me if I had a ladder cause she wanted to load some stuff from her room to a unused space under the ceiling (don't know what's the proper word in English - This type of a closet). I said I don't, but I offered help as I'm 188/6'2'' (her height is average at best) so a chair would be enough. So I go there, and the things I'm supposed to put to that empty space are empty cd racks. Tons of them. So I ask her whether these are her belongings, she says no, that this is what she found in the room, but start to chat about music - as it turns out she has a pretty decent taste, she even was at the SY gig in Berlin I was in 2002 (which is where I met my long time girl friend). She likes Big Black, but knows nothing about Shellac, so I tell her about them, and that they are playing in Poland in a month etc. She seems to be pretty interested in going there I finish packing the racks and some additional stuff, but the conversation is still going. She ask if If I'm hungry, and offers to do some sandwiches. I'm not really hungry, but I'm starting to dig her so I say "sure". So we go to the kitchen and she gives me a bottle of wine and a corkscrew, which Is surprising and a bit odd, but I don't say a thing. So we go back to her room, eat, chat and drink and the conversation is really flowing. She goes to the toilet, and sits back marginally closer to me. I start to think whether this is imagination, but no - her knees are absolutely and positively touching mine. And I haven't moved an inch! ZINNNNNG! She also starts to touch my hands when she talks (she gesticulates a lot) and lean forward more often, so there is no way I can miss the fact her cleavage is visible (not that her boobs were that big, but decent sized). Am I dreaming, or what? My experience in situation like this one is non-existent, but shit, it looks like I may actually get laid soon so I decide not to go with what my dick tells me (cause I'm thinking "what if she is just like that, and I'm a bit drunk, and I see a cleavage so my perception is not at it's best. And I AM terrible at picking woman up) but play it cool - go back to my place, but express interest in her or whatever. So I ask whether there is something I could help her with (there are packed cartoons still lying on the floor, so it sounds pretty natural, I hope). She says that is totally sweet of me, and says she is expecting a.. (again, don't know the English word, a type of bad which can be turned into a sofa-a-like-thing) from Ikea to be arrive at about 7 PM, and says that if I could help her bringing it from the truck to her room there would be no need to pay Ikea guys for doing it, and they charge a lot, even though this bad comes in parts anyway (and a separate mattress). I say that's not a problem at all, and that I can screw the parts together too cause I did about 5 times last year (which is accidentally true) so I know how do it. She says that's great and that she will cook something nice as a "thank you". So I leave (she kisses me on the cheek, but very 'softly). So in 18 hrs I'll be doing my best to actually get laid by transporting this bed-sofa thing (is there an English word for it? You guys are supposed to have a word for everything, no? I think it it's gonna like pretty much like this, at least I sure hope it's not gonna be a solid piece of wood or something]. Fucking YAY!

futon.

Woke up, romped with the Mrs., made a big breakfast, Starting moving shit to the new place, bought a huge bass amp off craigs for very cheap, played bass for hours, watching a movie, thinking of making tacos.
Good day, good day.

emmanuelle cunt wrote:Holy shit! 3hrs ago I heard knocking on the door. What the hell, I though, it's pretty late. There was 30-ish looking woman at the the door, she said she moved in a floor above, which made sense as the apartment above has each room rented for other person, or something like that. People move in and out all the time, so I don't even recognize them as neighbors. She appeared to be a bit tipsy and asked me if I had a ladder cause she wanted to load some stuff from her room to a unused space under the ceiling (don't know what's the proper word in English - This type of a closet). I said I don't, but I offered help as I'm 188/6'2'' (her height is average at best) so a chair would be enough. So I go there, and the things I'm supposed to put to that empty space are empty cd racks. Tons of them. So I ask her whether these are her belongings, she says no, that this is what she found in the room, but start to chat about music - as it turns out she has a pretty decent taste, she even was at the SY gig in Berlin I was in 2002 (which is where I met my long time girl friend). She likes Big Black, but knows nothing about Shellac, so I tell her about them, and that they are playing in Poland in a month etc. She seems to be pretty interested in going there I finish packing the racks and some additional stuff, but the conversation is still going. She ask if If I'm hungry, and offers to do some sandwiches. I'm not really hungry, but I'm starting to dig her so I say "sure". So we go to the kitchen and she gives me a bottle of wine and a corkscrew, which Is surprising and a bit odd, but I don't say a thing. So we go back to her room, eat, chat and drink and the conversation is really flowing. She goes to the toilet, and sits back marginally closer to me. I start to think whether this is imagination, but no - her knees are absolutely and positively touching mine. And I haven't moved an inch! ZINNNNNG! She also starts to touch my hands when she talks (she gesticulates a lot) and lean forward more often, so there is no way I can miss the fact her cleavage is visible (not that her boobs were that big, but decent sized). Am I dreaming, or what? My experience in situation like this one is non-existent, but shit, it looks like I may actually get laid soon so I decide not to go with what my dick tells me (cause I'm thinking "what if she is just like that, and I'm a bit drunk, and I see a cleavage so my perception is not at it's best. And I AM terrible at picking woman up) but play it cool - go back to my place, but express interest in her or whatever. So I ask whether there is something I could help her with (there are packed cartoons still lying on the floor, so it sounds pretty natural, I hope). She says that is totally sweet of me, and says she is expecting a.. (again, don't know the English word, a type of bad which can be turned into a sofa-a-like-thing) from Ikea to be arrive at about 7 PM, and says that if I could help her bringing it from the truck to her room there would be no need to pay Ikea guys for doing it, and they charge a lot, even though this bad comes in parts anyway (and a separate mattress). I say that's not a problem at all, and that I can screw the parts together too cause I did about 5 times last year (which is accidentally true) so I know how do it. She says that's great and that she will cook something nice as a "thank you". So I leave (she kisses me on the cheek, but very 'softly). So in 18 hrs I'll be doing my best to actually get laid by transporting this bed-sofa thing (is there an English word for it? You guys are supposed to have a word for everything, no? I think it it's gonna like pretty much like this, at least I sure hope it's not gonna be a solid piece of wood or something]. Fucking YAY!

You had me rooting for you, you bastard.

emmanuelle cunt wrote:Holy shit! 3hrs ago I heard knocking on the door. What the hell, I though, it's pretty late. There was 30-ish looking woman at the the door, she said she moved in a floor above, which made sense as the apartment above has each room rented for other person, or something like that. People move in and out all the time, so I don't even recognize them as neighbors. She appeared to be a bit tipsy and asked me if I had a ladder cause she wanted to load some stuff from her room to a unused space under the ceiling (don't know what's the proper word in English - This type of a closet). I said I don't, but I offered help as I'm 188/6'2'' (her height is average at best) so a chair would be enough. So I go there, and the things I'm supposed to put to that empty space are empty cd racks. Tons of them. So I ask her whether these are her belongings, she says no, that this is what she found in the room, but start to chat about music - as it turns out she has a pretty decent taste, she even was at the SY gig in Berlin I was in 2002 (which is where I met my long time girl friend). She likes Big Black, but knows nothing about Shellac, so I tell her about them, and that they are playing in Poland in a month etc. She seems to be pretty interested in going there I finish packing the racks and some additional stuff, but the conversation is still going. She ask if If I'm hungry, and offers to do some sandwiches. I'm not really hungry, but I'm starting to dig her so I say "sure". So we go to the kitchen and she gives me a bottle of wine and a corkscrew, which Is surprising and a bit odd, but I don't say a thing. So we go back to her room, eat, chat and drink and the conversation is really flowing. She goes to the toilet, and sits back marginally closer to me. I start to think whether this is imagination, but no - her knees are absolutely and positively touching mine. And I haven't moved an inch! ZINNNNNG! She also starts to touch my hands when she talks (she gesticulates a lot) and lean forward more often, so there is no way I can miss the fact her cleavage is visible (not that her boobs were that big, but decent sized). Am I dreaming, or what? My experience in situation like this one is non-existent, but shit, it looks like I may actually get laid soon so I decide not to go with what my dick tells me (cause I'm thinking "what if she is just like that, and I'm a bit drunk, and I see a cleavage so my perception is not at it's best. And I AM terrible at picking woman up) but play it cool - go back to my place, but express interest in her or whatever. So I ask whether there is something I could help her with (there are packed cartoons still lying on the floor, so it sounds pretty natural, I hope). She says that is totally sweet of me, and says she is expecting a.. (again, don't know the English word, a type of bad which can be turned into a sofa-a-like-thing) from Ikea to be arrive at about 7 PM, and says that if I could help her bringing it from the truck to her room there would be no need to pay Ikea guys for doing it, and they charge a lot, even though this bad comes in parts anyway (and a separate mattress). I say that's not a problem at all, and that I can screw the parts together too cause I did about 5 times last year (which is accidentally true) so I know how do it. She says that's great and that she will cook something nice as a "thank you". So I leave (she kisses me on the cheek, but very 'softly). So in 18 hrs I'll be doing my best to actually get laid by transporting this bed-sofa thing (is there an English word for it? You guys are supposed to have a word for everything, no? I think it it's gonna like pretty much like this, at least I sure hope it's not gonna be a solid piece of wood or something]. Fucking YAY!

Oh, you cunt.

You TOTALLY fucking got me.

didn't even notice the link upon first read.

Spent today scanning "new" negatives from the archive, which I "found" (they were misfiled by the previous archivist) and assuaging my boss's fears about the opening on Thursday.

To which I STILL have not recieved my invitation, which kind of annoys me.

burun wrote:Spent today scanning "new" negatives from the archive, which I "found" (they were misfiled by the previous archivist) and assuaging my boss's fears about the opening on Thursday.

To which I STILL have not recieved my invitation, which kind of annoys me.

i'd bring that up next time the boss gets worried about the opening.

I won't see her til Thursday, at the opening.

Hosted a private film screening tonight, an RSVP-only affair, in which I exhibited a fresh-out-of-the-oven feature film in which I'm the lead actor. (Also gave the director, a good friend of mine, a lot of creative advice.)

About thirty people on the guest list, though only seven or eight showed up.

Told everybody on the list everything they needed to know, WELL FUCKING AHEAD OF TIME, and yet, most of them, including some very good friends of mine, flaked.

And yet! Strangely! The poor attendance didn't faze me one bit: I was genuinely excited to unveil the film before a measly eight people -- one of said people a gal I quite fancy, who by the way liked it quite a lot.

In fact, everyone who was actually there took a shine to it-- It's a good fuckin' film! (And it sure as hell better be, considering the fact that I spent over two years of my goddamn life on it!)

I'm of the persuasion that it's other people's loss to fail to recognize my or anyone else's good work.

As long as it gets out there eventually, and resonates somehow, there's nothing much to complain about.

A good deed is a good deed.

I feel just fine.