August 2005 Archives
Twitterpated.
this is a word someone made up. i think by accident. hell if i can remember who or when. but it's a damn good word.
it's means: all a-twitter with anticipation. as in the following sentence:
in the eighteen days before his wedding, double yang found himself growing exceedingly twitterpated.
the filming is done.
despite the best efforts of the client, everything went very well.
we showed up at nine, ready to go. they were supposed to have set up the computer station so our actors could go straight into the test trial.
hah. in short succession we discovered that they hadn't installed the peripherals. they hadn't confirmed a possible connection. they hadn't installed the necessary software. since we were asking our cast to set up a network and use it, all this was a bit of an issue. surprisingly, however, we did finally get a contract...
our big problem? a missing tripod head. luckily shlermy allowed himself to be roused from his saturday morning slumber long enough to let jedi ted in to grab his.
we were ready to shoot at 10:00. they had something for us to shoot at 11:00.
last night i was exhausted and a bit stressed. passed clean out after dealing with travel agents, casting for this film, dealing with security for the wedding (!?!), doing my normal job, hosting friends for dinner and trying to book a honeymoon hotel.
at 11:00 pm, i got an email from the place we want to stay in Zanzibar, The Shooting Star Lodge. they've got the bungalow we want at a nice honeymoon discount. they want us to pay everything up front via wire transfer.
that makes me real comfortable. i always wire money to third party accounts in tanzanian banks.
i go to sleep.
in the middle of the night, bartlebee taps me on the shoulder. i groggily look up. she's not looking at me. i say, "what?" she says, "huh?" i say, "you tapped me."
she looks confused. she says, "dream."
i think that's good advice.
i just bought us tickets to Zanzibar.
we leave on October 16th.
spinspinspinspinspinspinspinspin....
i slept on the couch last night.
'cause my baby was playing a nose solo. like, an eddie van halen waa-waa-waa crescendo nose solo. man can she blow. she wasn't snoring (last night), she was blowing. her nose. from like four until i went to sleep on the couch.
she's sick. and tomorrow is the beginning of the weekend-long bachelorette hootenany so wish her well.
but that's not what i'm writing about today. today i'm writing about how double yang is going double zed.
it's just this side of a month before the wedding. so just this side of two months before everything we own is in a box or on the sidewalk or in our packs and we're on a plane.
we'd decided a long time ago that we needed to hit australia after the wedding. to see bartlebee's grandparents before they die. to visit with cousins and aunts and friends. so we figured we'd fly to palau -- someplace i've always wanted to go -- on the way for a honeymoon. turns out palau isn't so much on the way but we found a cool travel agent who's worked out a package for us. LAX to Palau to Cairns, Australia with thirteen nights stay in a beautiful cabana and a weeks worth of diving.
thing is, it costs a boatload. somewhere in between a quarter and a third of all our money. then we'll be in australia for a month or so and that will cost a lot too. australia isn't cheap and we'd need to get somewhere FROM australia. closest places would be South East Asia and we've both been there. plenty.
so we're going to palau 'cause we need to go to australia (and i've dreamed of going there for ages!) and we're heading north from australia because, well, that's the only thing that really makes sense financially. we'd visit A&A in laos and then head to India, someplace i'd like to spend more time. that was the rough plan.
until last night.
hi.
do you remember me? i am the author of this blog. the blogthor, if you will.
i am sorry it has been so long but this august has been busy. usually, here at the symphony, i get to spend augusts surfing the web and occassionally filing things that have sat in a folder on the corner of my desk since January.
this august, not so much.
plus, i'm getting married. yeah. i know. i should have told you sooner. also, i'm leaving the country.
that's all happening in the next couple of months.
as in two.
possibly the most perfect line ever spoken in a film? i think so. what could be worse than bad news. and from outer space!!
it's from moonraker. you know, that film about space gardeners. trying to even out the moon craters with their giant space rake. in this film, roger moore plays the giant space rake. he is, by all accounts, some sort of garden tool.
what can i say, sometimes you have to call a spade a spade.
but i digress. why am i talking about bad news from outer space? because that is what i got today. no, nothing about the space shuttle. they did their whole zero-g hokey pokey with no difficulties. i got bad news from siam, which is like outer space. and by bad news i mean perhaps the worst metaphor i have ever read.
goatbelly writes that he's reading a noir thriller set in bangkok, called The Big Weird in which, natch, Bangkok is the big weird. it contains this sentence which was emailed to me with much shock and horror:
The Big Weird was the black hole which swallowed moral judgements like light going down the deep throat of a black hole, one with solar system sized earrings and a laughter of cosmic wind that mixed snow and ice into a wall with no address.
may god have mercy on our souls.
no really.
i claim it. it's mine because... i have a flag? do you have a flag?
no?
well no flag, no land. that is a rule that i just made up!
which is how Eddie Izzard describes colonization.
and seems not so different to the satanic ass-monkeys at Monsanto who have, not a joke, decided to try and patent pigs.
