wildcat

There's a lot of pasta in my house. I seem to be eating almost exclusively pasta right now, when I'm at home; I broke out and had some corn for dinner tonight, boiled and made strictly unhealthy with the aid of salt and butter. I probably should have kept it more "pure" -- but that's how you eat corn, at least how I eat corn. Brought up on cobs with salt, butter, little corn-shaped skewers. Not that I could eat it very well for YEARS because of the various episodes of braces, retainers, headgear, fake front tooth; it almost feels a bit scandalous to hunker down and suckle at the maize teat.

It's an enjoyable experience to actually have a concept nailed to the ground as far as the music video is concerned. Really. Steff and I met up with Myla at the Yates Street Serious Coffee -- which has to be the worst atmosphere for a coffee shop ever. We talked about our desire to avoid linear narrative and riffed on our shot list ideas and Myla came up with a brilliant idea to tie them all together and actually produce a progression. The jury's still out on the issue of which song we're going to use, but the initial burst of inspiration is there. I get to do a ridiculous riff on 2001: A Space Odyssey which makes me happy - we each get to have an area of focus.

Otherwise, my day was: waking up hungover as shit after a party at Joy's house with two magnums of wine, beside an even more hungover Michael. We actually got up and going pretty quickly, although we both would have preferred to languish in our stews and snuggle like blobby things. Brunch with Joy, Matt, Steff and Caroline at Floyd's Diner for some irrational reason. Why have we gone there five weekends in a row? Overpriced food usually served boulder cold by incompetent waiters who -- gasp -- completely forgot Steff's order. Really. Eventually we got out of there and Michael went home and I pouted, Matt dissolved to go home and then go rehearse for the Battle of the Bands. Joy, Caroline and Steff accompanied me downtown. I was the Hag Fag. Mall time, ugh, the perfumed hypno-air pumped from ventilation ducts laced with Size Zero Mall-Crawling Girls. Cigar store with ridiculous employees, including a Stepford Wife. Joy and Caroline took off for home and we went to Value Village. Bought a shirt and jacket for five bucks and went home after the meeting.