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mallorys_cameraFinally got the DSL up & running in the new digs which means I can go back to keeping the online portion of this journal. Have kinda gotten addicted to keeping my journal online – even though absolutely no one reads it.
Hysterical phone call from Heidi in Italy at seven o’clock this morning – apparently Punky didn’t come home last night and Max who’s been looking after the place while the Sullivans vacation decided to email them about it. In the same note that he told them Legolas had been hit by a car. Must sit that boy down and give him a long maternal lecture on tact and diplomacy. I suspect Punky’s fine and spent a night out on the town in a feline snit – how dare those two doting humans disappear for two weeks? But free-floating anxiety trumps logic every time. I’m sick of crises. My heart is very heavy over the death of our little puppy boy. A couple of days ago when I took Robin to the SPCA, I had a complete melt-down in the kennel run. So many sweet animals without homes. Life is supposed to be precious but really, it’s not. Nobody cares. Before we left, I made a three-figure donation that we really couldn’t afford because I thought to myself: none of this shit that we hairless primates make up about pseudo-speciation matters. There is no honor. There is no democracy. There is no America, there is no Iraq. Certainly, there is no God. Only big hairless apes looking for excuses to thump their chests. Welcome to the top of the food chain.
In other news – drove out to Mister Kim’s studio in deepest, darkest industrial Marina to view the work to date on the store sign. It looks great, John has a photo shoot lined up with the Granny model for Monday.
"If it falls through for some reason, you’re going to have to use me as a model," I told him. "It wouldn’t work as well as a visual joke but it would work in terms of the store because right now, the store’s running on persona juice, me as a brand – you don’t know what the hell I’m babbling about, do you?"
"Not really," he said, and he laughed.
But when I shook hands with him goodbye, he took my hand in both of his and squeezed. He likes me.
Hysterical phone call from Heidi in Italy at seven o’clock this morning – apparently Punky didn’t come home last night and Max who’s been looking after the place while the Sullivans vacation decided to email them about it. In the same note that he told them Legolas had been hit by a car. Must sit that boy down and give him a long maternal lecture on tact and diplomacy. I suspect Punky’s fine and spent a night out on the town in a feline snit – how dare those two doting humans disappear for two weeks? But free-floating anxiety trumps logic every time. I’m sick of crises. My heart is very heavy over the death of our little puppy boy. A couple of days ago when I took Robin to the SPCA, I had a complete melt-down in the kennel run. So many sweet animals without homes. Life is supposed to be precious but really, it’s not. Nobody cares. Before we left, I made a three-figure donation that we really couldn’t afford because I thought to myself: none of this shit that we hairless primates make up about pseudo-speciation matters. There is no honor. There is no democracy. There is no America, there is no Iraq. Certainly, there is no God. Only big hairless apes looking for excuses to thump their chests. Welcome to the top of the food chain.
In other news – drove out to Mister Kim’s studio in deepest, darkest industrial Marina to view the work to date on the store sign. It looks great, John has a photo shoot lined up with the Granny model for Monday."If it falls through for some reason, you’re going to have to use me as a model," I told him. "It wouldn’t work as well as a visual joke but it would work in terms of the store because right now, the store’s running on persona juice, me as a brand – you don’t know what the hell I’m babbling about, do you?"
"Not really," he said, and he laughed.
But when I shook hands with him goodbye, he took my hand in both of his and squeezed. He likes me.
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Date: 2003-10-11 12:34 pm (UTC)HA! I like it!
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Date: 2003-10-13 08:37 am (UTC)