In the Choir of Primates...

While all my Windows Media files are converting to iTunes (It's currently on an album of the above title) , I thought I’d take this moment to update my blog. My writing partner’s fiancé seems to have all sorts of great music, and when I wanted to burn a few things, he said “Why don’t we just download from my iPod?” and I said “Do it” (re: “I have no idea what that means, or how it’s accomplished”).

So now, 5 hours later, my computer is converting all my WMF to iTunes. Now I have no idea if this is a good idea, despite my previous coveting, but I was feeling adventurous. On to the update:

1. We’ve had passes on the script. Our agent basically had some sort of emotional “mea culpa” and started talking about how maybe she pitched it wrong, since most of the passes mention a single element which is integral to the plotline. I can’t disagree with her, but I think she should accept some kudos that she was able to get people to read it quickly enough to pass on it. I’ve tried to remain positive, because just as Wesley Snipes advised “Always bet on Black”, I like to “Always bet on Lazy”. I’m not looking for the response of people desperate to find a hit; I’m looking for the people that can take time to read, and possibly take a risk.

2. Remember how my roommate’s dog got stolen? Well this weekend she had the dog in-house euthanized. Her canine companion had been experiencing a sort of downward spiral since the traumatic incident, and she decided to “put her down”. She had bandied about the idea when the dog started peeing in the house. I tried to remind her of the movie Ransom, where the kid spontaneously urinates after being traumatized (one of my favorite visceral film moments). She had previously asked me to give her a ride to the vet in the morning, and I agreed. Imagine my surprise when I came home especially to take her, and she told me now she only needed me to take her and the “remains” to the vet. I took my own dog for a walk, and realized I felt completely manipulated, so when we got back I told her she was going to have to find someone else to take her. Luckily, she had reconsidered and Dr. FeelDeath could take the remains with him. We cried together later that afternoon.

3. I’ve had two disturbing dreams involving my last boyfriend. Yesh, I said boyfriend. Ingy told me she was surprised I hadn’t been more down about the situation, and led
me in a mini-dream analysis that was surprisingly accurate. She’s brilliant, in case you’re wondering. If there is the psychological/metaphysical equivalent of a modern-day Cassandra, she might just be it – the only problem is that I asked her opinion too late…which is more a function of our physical distance than anything else.

On the plus side, I got a new nanny gig with a cool couple; and my previous employer is buying me a ticket to come up to Portland to see them. I’ve started to date (even though I still don’t completely understand the process), and I’ve made a new platonic friend. I’ve discovered a new body product from Lush, and bought a rad corduroy motorcycle jacket from Out of The Closet. I’ve actually spoken to my father twice in one month, and didn’t smoke for a week (a test-run for quitting). So despite the Mercury retrograde situation, there have been some high points.

Hope all went better for you,

AK-77