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Sunday, 20 November 2005 (lingering on) 8:39pm After the Drug Diaries last night (I kicked ass, if I do say so myself), Vash and I went to a party at Maddy's apartment. They'd never met, and hit it off pretty well, though I'd suspected that would be the case. As I'd also suspected would be the case, there were some people there who don't like me very much. That'll happen. Can't please everyone.
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Saturday, 19 November 2005 (a deaf world) 11:50am From the SF Weekly's Performance section, November 16, 2005:
Drugs are bad, of course. But bad-drug tales? They're good. Drug-taking gives Monday-morning storytellers great material, as curious shit just happens when you ingest odd substances, from driving 12 mph on the freeway to diving under the bed whenever the phone rings. The craziest yarns can be found at your local Narcotics Anonymous meeting, but admission carries a hefty price. Next best thing is the storytelling series "Drug Diaries," in which entertainers such as Jim Fourniadis, Mike Spiegelman, and Sherilyn Connelly relate funny tales of ordinary madness. "Drug Diaries" takes place at 8 p.m. on Fridays and Saturdays (through Nov. 26) at the Dark Room Theater, 2263 Mission (at 18th Street), S.F. Admission is $13; call 401-7987 or visit www.darkroomsf.com. -- Michael LeavertonYay! I'm an entertainer! After the show, I played poker with my fellow entertainers. I haven't played it with actual cards (as opposed to electronic) in more years than I can count. Probably explains why I did so well. Paid for the Urban Food Log from Cancun, anyway.
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Friday, 18 November 2005 (booked for safekeeping) 4:36pm The accidental scratching last night occurred in the lobby of the UA Galaxy, where Maddy and I had just seen A History of Violence with a friend. Second time for me, first time for them. Thankfully, this audience didn't treat it as a gut-busting comedy, so I was able to actually relax and enjoy the movie. Here's your classic San Francisco dilemma: too much to do on one night. The night in question is next December, the evening following the big company party. Vash and I will probably more than a little exhausted, and not spending time in darkened rooms with flickering images on the wall would be wise. And yet, and yet and yet and yet. The Artist's Television Access is show program of Sid Davis. It really isn't anything that can't be had for free via the Internet Archive, and I suspect that they'll be projected digitally rather than from the original films. And yet. It seems like a really neat show, one of those uniquely Bay Area event, and Sid Davis is actually the inspiration for a story/novel idea I've been kicking around. Meanwhile, all the way across Noe Valley, the Castro is showing a double feature of Blue Velvet and Wild at Heart. Not quite my personal favorite post-Eraserhead David Lynch filmsthat would be the previous night, Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me and Mulholland Dr.but still really damn good, I've never seen Blue Velvet in the theater, and I suspect Vash has never seen them at all. On the other hand, they're both movies which I have on DVD, and while the screen won't be as large, the accomodations will be more, well, accomodating. Not to mention less expensive. Better parking, too. And then there's the possibility of distracting each other, which has been known to happen, especially with movies as violently sexual as those. And then there's the goddamned midnight movie. The bastards are showing Lost Highway at midnight, after Blue Velvet and Wild at Heart. It isn't on DVD yet. Oscar only knows when it will be. So it sounds like a really great opportunityexcept that it presents the same major issue as the other movies (aside from money and logisitics) in that I'll just be annoyed by the whooping and laughing audience. So is it really worth it? No, not especially. Do I want to anyway? Well, yeah.
Oh well. It beats trying to decide which showing of the latest blockbuster to go see.
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Thursday, 17 November 2005 (such a pretty bruise) 11:01am Double mocha + chocolate donut = vrooooom!
I believe my edge is broken. Oh, waitI never had an edge. Whew! That's a relief.
I don't think I could handle the disapproval of fascist hardcore kids.
Maybe it was my fingernails. As I mentioned recently, I've been keeping the fingernails of my left hand pointed and sharp (purely for hygiene purposes), and like Perdita have a tendency to catch them on things. Also like Perdita, sometimes other people accidentally get scratched, as the marks on my wrists and arms from her claws will attest. This evening, I somehow managed to scratch Maddy's chin. I'm not even sure how. She was turning in one direction, my arm was for some reason flailing in another, and slice! Not too deep or damaging, really, but painful, and definitely noticeable. It just goes to show...something. Not sure what.
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Wednesday, 16 November 2005 (secretly, invisibly) 4:34pm Tonight's the second night of the Photoshop class, the part where I get lost and irretrievably behind. I have good hair right now, though. Makes up for it.
Have we forgotten the Superdome yet?
Vash and I are going to be spending Thanksgiving together at her place, and xmas at my mom's place in Fresno. Should be an interesting study in contrasts.
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Tuesday, 15 November 2005 (november ides) 2:32pm The first night of the Photoshop class was fairly painless. A lot of it was review of things I already sort of know, which isn't a bad thing at all. The teacher also works occasionally at the public access teevee station, and in fact taught the editing class I took almost four (4!) years ago. I've always found her a little intimidating, for no good reason. She hasn't seen me for a while, and said I'm looking beautiful as a blonde. Very sweet of her. Now, I've been expressing the righteous indignation of the newly converted regarding blonde jokes. But sometimes I do something so brainless as to all but prove them. To wit: the signup sheet went around. You find your name on the sheet, then sign and initial next to it. Easy. Simple. Posing no difficulty for something intelligent enough to be taking a computer class. I signed on the wrong frackin' line. It wasn't even near mine. It's like I chose one at random or something. In fact, I signed immediately above the first person to sign up, which still doesn't make a gorram bit of sense if you think about it for half a second, which I did not. So the teacher had to bust out the liquid paper and clean up after me. She must have been so proud. Thus far, I haven't screwed anything up too badly today. The day's not over yet, though.
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Monday, 14 November 2005 (down the snakes and up the ladders) 12:34pm My protracted absence from my radio show continues, as I'm starting a four-night Photoshop class at the Bay Area Video Coalition this evening. Not especially looking forward to it. I just have to keep reminding myself that it is not like going back to school. This will be practical, an important difference.
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Sunday, 13 November 2005 (cloistering cherubs) 9:15pm In spite of the small crowd, the Drug Diaries went well last night. For no practical reason, I decided to dress skimpy. Going slutty can be good for the soul now and again. (At least, I don't think that qualifies as a practical reason.) Vash was in attendance, and afterwards we met up with some friends of hers at Wilde Oscar's. On the way over, I ran into Julia Serano, who brought to my attention the fact that Trannyfest 2005 was happening at Femina Potens. Man. I am so out of touch with these things. Spent another day after with Vash, communing with dead people while celebrating life. It amazes me how many thresholds have been crossed in seven weeks, always finding new lines to step past, windows to climb through.
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Saturday, 12 November 2005 (the unrevolving door) 11:12am Last night's Queer Open Mic was good. It was a benefit for Bitch magazine, and we got a big, lively crowd. I think I alienated at least one friend, but I do that, don't I? Is anyone still counting? Read the papers. Afterwards, I went with Cindy and Esther to The Orbit Room. Their Bloody Mary is as good as its reputation suggests. I'm pretty sure it's the first time I've gone home drunk on the bus. It's really not seeming like I can call myself a teetotaling vegetarian anymore, huh? 3:37pm Yep, I still want, particularly the one at the top of the page. The extensions, not the girl. The girl's cute enough, though. Kinda reminds of Starbuck. Tonight, the Drug Diaries.
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Friday, 11 November 2005 (a crude sci-fi concept) 1:57pm My eating habits have mostly returned to their pre-tour status. I just finished yet another lovely bunnylunch, and am happy to be ingesting vegetables on a regular basis again. However, in addition to a fascination with the most fattening corporate drink ever (which ends now, having actually looked at the nutritional info), another hanger-on seems to be beef chili. Last night at Maddy's, I had my second (2nd) bowl of beef (flesh! flesh from a cow! moomeat!) chili in as many weeks. The previous time had been last Friday at Twede's Cafe in North Bend, aka the Double R Diner. Warm food sounded good, and it was relatively inexpensive. My fondness for Twin Peaks isn't enough to get me to overcome my distaste for cherry pie and coffee, so I had a chocolate cream pie and hot chocolate instead. Close enough, I figured. Jennifer took a couple dorky tourist pictures of me standing in front of the sign with the mountain in the background. Haven't seen them yet, but I'm not holding my breath as to whether or not they turned out. On the other hand, some pictures that Maddy took of me last night while I was still in my video shoot garb and battlegear turned out quite well. sometime after midnight I used to be in a writing group. But it hardly seems worth mentioning.
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