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2001-07-14 "Time is nature's way to keep everything from happening at once." Now, that's a load of bollocks. I've become involved with three different sales presentations differing in scale from a tiny little mockup to a giant bear-client showcase; all three are within two business days of each other. I've also been called to deliver on two projects that have been languishing in the past month. Of course, that's largely due to my own indolence, so don't feel sorry for me on that front. I have three important birthdays next week (The Boyfriend, the Roommate, and Mom too) for which I still need to buy presents. I need to vacuum. I need to wash my sheets. What I really want to do is sit around and make dumb pictures to post on filepile. Here's to kittens and porn! And there's been a whirlwind of social activities as well. We went to the second night of the Dadafest, which ran really late. And I wanted to stay and see some friends performing in what turned out to be the last act of the night. By the time they were on we were fried by four hours of nonsensical talk and non-sequitur jokes--not to mention enough scatological, gynecological and phallus-related material to last a while. It did make me miss doing performance art a little, but then I don't know that I'd really want to do it again. Maybe, as long as there wasn't any feces involved. Last sunday The Boyfriend and I went to see It, starring Clara Bow. While I've heard her name said, often in awe, I'd never seen her on film. She really was an amazing, beautiful actress; I completely understand how audiences fell for her. "It? Hell, she had Those!" (Dorothy Parker) The Boyfriend and I are quite fond of silent films and glad to see such interest in restoring and reshowing them. We're also lucky to live near two theaters with amazing Wurlitzer Organs that are willing to show them. Apparently, several sets of my film buff friends (including my two friends from Hedwig and the Dadafest) were also in the audience that night too, but we never ran into any of them. Which was just fine, actually, as I was skulking about in the shadows trying not to be seen. See, just before I left I took a hot shower, and used my usual soap, my usual shampoo, and dried off with my usual towel. But climbing out, when I looked in the mirror I suddenly had an oil patch of a forehead, with tons of tiny pimples breaking out like puberty condensed into three inches above my eyebrows. And as far as I can tell, they appeared while I was in the shower. I realize that ten years ago I would have considered calling and cancelling our plans; five years ago I would have explored various hat and scarf combinations. Last sunday I just hoped it faded soon and went out, bumpy and red or not. The week before I was acting like a Brujah; suddenly I turned Nosferatu. Also oddly enough I got a message from The Boyfriend that instead of seeing Shrek tonight we've got tickets to go see Bill Irwin at the ACT Theater...where we'll likely run into my friends from the Dadafest again. They're going to think I'm stalking them. OK, must go to the grocery store before I have to go out. I'm supposed to meet my parents tomorrow to get my Birth Certificate for a passport, and I was also supposed to get a birthday present for Mom, though I don't know what that will be yet. I may end up having to give it belatedly. Plus I have to try and get details out of the Roommate for his present and pick up something more for the Boyfriend.
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