I have no ideas for what to wear the the All Saint’s Day party tomorrow. I was thinking of just showing up in a flannel and carrying a bottle of booze and saying I was Jack Kerouac…and I’ll do it unless someone can suggest something bette, that I’m willing to go with.
The theme is famous dead person btw…
So, I think opening night was a success. I only called one cue early. I compensated for an actor skipping a line and nothing caught fire.
Woo woo!
I’m tired of tedium. I’ve spent most of my day flipping back and forth between a data entry screen and a database attempting to determine what fields the data is going into. All this so that I can then import that data into the system we’re building. WOO WOO! This sucks. It’s not difficult, just dull, boring, and frustrating.
That’s all for now. Please return to your regularly scheduled work day.
The issue was this…how to keep both my livejournal and gonzonia.com up to date and in sync…(although Gonzonia.com will always have the “fresh links” section that LJ will not)
Okay…so, I’ve found a partial solution. I got a client that will let me post to both weblogs. Only thing is, I can’t do it at the same time…but it is better than having to jump from one website to another.
I’m using w.bloggar if anyone’s curious.
If anyone’s interested, I’m trying to sell my
900mhz G3 ibook.
640 MB Ram
CDRW/DVD Combo Drive
Airport Card
40GB
OS 10.2
Only 4 months old so it’s still covered by the original warranty.
$900.
Thank you bones.
Statement of Audience
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I realize that nothing I say matters to anyone else on the entire planet.
My opinions are useless and unfocused. I am an expert in nothing. I know
nothing. I am confused about almost everything. I cannot, as an
individual, ever possibly know everything, or even enough to make editorial
commentary on the vast vast majority of things that exist in my world. This
is a stupid document; it is meaningless drivel that I do not expect
any of the several billion people on my planet to actually read. People who
do read my rambling, incoherent dumbfuckery are probably just as confused as
I am, if not moreso, as they are looking to my sorry ass for an opinion when
they should be outside playing Frisbee with their dog or screwing their life
partner or getting a dog or getting a life partner. Anyone who actually
takes the time to read my bullshit probably deserves to ingest my fucked up
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Signed: Neil - Ruler of Gonzonia
So, I finally got to give detailed line notes last night. As a writer, it drives me insane when actors paraphrase. Words are deliberately chosen for the connotation they carry. When those words are changed, so is the connotation. I’ve been biting my tongue on a majority of the paraphrasing and skipped phrases, and inverted language for weeks. It felt good to hand over Act I line notes finally. Tonight we do Act II.
There’s a page for the show up now at Jobisite’s website.