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Sunday, 18 November 2007 (you're going to need more) 1:58pm The auto dismantler in Oakland to which Ripley and I took the Neon (she drove in her car behind me) was quite terrifying. It reminded me of something of which I did not need to be reminded: I don't like being around boys, and oh my god, it was the most self-consciously masculine place I'd been in a very long time, dripping with testosterone. So gross and scary. We had to wait for about an hour for everything to be processed, and were left alone for the most part, but more than one hairy eyeball was pointed in our direction. The important part is that when I left, I had a reimbursement check from California's smog program, and it'll pay for nearly all of the new laptop I ordered from Dell. Everything changes all at once. It was getting close to high tide when we got back into San Francisco, so we went to the Wave Organ. As is often the case, we arrived at the same time as a group of tourists, who were apparently just there to stand around and talk and drink coffee. Ripley and I found ourselves a spot away from them (the acoustically cherry main seat being used as a place for them to keep their bags), put our ears to the tubes, and closed our eyes. The organ was epsecially active. From there, we headed back to my part of town, got a garlic, clam and anchovy pizza from North Beach Pizza, and watched Visions of Light. Today I'm at Mission Creek, trying to get caught up and not doing a very good job of it.
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Saturday, 17 November 2007 (like diamonds in your hand) 4:11pm The Neon has been fed to das crushinator (or, more likely, das pickaparter). That, I suppose, is that.
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Friday, 16 November 2007 (prisons and math) 4:11pm Just finished the shoot for the holiday video. It was actually a lot of fun, mostly solo stuff of myself fucking shit up outside the building. It helped that I was actually feeling very cranky and antisocial, and I had a lot of negative energy to get out of my system. I think whatever footage makes it in is going to look good, and certainly not chic. Tonight, both Ripley and Rimma are coming over to preview sunday's Bad Movie Night feature, WarGames.
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Thursday, 15 November 2007 (from a great height) 2:40pm Last night, Ripley and I went to birthday gathering for Sadie at the Orbit Room. Venice was also there, the first time I've seen her in a few months. Tonight, Ripley and I are meeting up with Zuki at the horrible googolplex in Emeryville for a high-def theatrical screening of the digitally remastered version of Star Trek episode "The Menagerie." Whatever else changes and however much it pushes me away, I always seem to return to Star Trek on one level or another. Lucky for Paramount.
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Wednesday, 14 November 2007 (dusting up) 1:11pm The theme of my company's holiday party this year is Studio 54. It was originally planned for the 2005 party, but for reasons I was never privvy to, it fell through. The party generally has an accompanying video, and before the theme changed in '05 I'd been asked to be Debbie Harry. This time around, perhaps because of the chang in my appearance since then, my generic role is as "Punk Priestess." I'm interpreting that to mean "Daryl Hannah in Blade Runner with a blonde-and-pink squid and black lingerie with fishnets," because that's what I'm gonna do. I was considering fishnets with garters, but now I that I think about it, I'll be going with fishnet tights instead. Garters are a tad too Rocky Horror. It's unlikely that someone will say wow, you look just like susan sarandon in the "rose tint my world" sequence!, and I can't bear any Tim Curry comparisons, so it's simply not worth the risk.
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Tuesday, 13 November 2007 (invitation and invention) 2:50pm They weren't home last night. It was quiet. I actually go to spend a quiet evening at home. They showed up around ten and the noise began, and it was especially bad this morning as I was getting ready to go to work, but for a while it felt like home again.
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Monday, 12 November 2007 (wishful sinful) 3:22pm Ripley met up with me at the Sunset Cafe on Saturday afternoon, and we the rest of the rainy day trying to find a place to sit and write. The Sunset Cafe closed at three (what the hell?), so we swung by Java Beach, which was predictably packed. We then tried Kalia's Corner Cup, one of the few coffeehouses in the neighborhood I've never been to. We found a table, and as they were making my mocha and Ripley's tea I thought to ask how late they were open. Seems they closed at four (what the hell?), in about twenty minutes. Of course. I wasn't quite ready to call it quits—I needed to be productive damnit—so from there it was to the Sea Biscuit. The big glass table was occupied, but one of the smaller tables worked just fine, especially since I was hand-editing my manuscript. We finally left around half past six. Sushi in Pacifica was considered, as well as a few other places, before we decided to keep it simple and with as little driving in the rain as possibe. So we got stuff from the taqueria next to the Sea Biscuit and returned to the Black Light District to watch The Celluloid Closet. This turned out to be the right choice. On Sunday we drove Phoebe into in the Castro for brunch with a friend of hers (a friend who had encouraged her to approach me at the Castro Street Fair, but she had felt too shy) for lunch, and then we walked to the Dark Room so I could drop off that night's feature (Electric Dreams) for Bad Movie Night. After that errand—and briefly considering taking in the double feature of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and Xanadu at the Castro Theater—we started back towards the Sunset. The discovery of a parking spot resulted in a shopping trip in the Haight. From there we went to Le Video to drop off some movies, and along the way I got the idea into my head that we needed to go to House of Nanking, especially since she'd never been. So we headed into North Beach. While at Nanking, I got a call from Jim; seemed they'd lost a couple hosts for Bad Movie Night. I volunteered, and he gratefully accepted. So after a post-dinner hike up the Vallejo Street Stairway, we headed to the Dark Room. Ironically, Ripley, Ennui and her boyfriend all sat in the same row during the movie. The Dark Room is like that sometimes.
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