And, farewell, friends;
Thus Thisby ends:
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
(Dies.)

Okay, well, I went ahead and trimmed down my old Crude Furie photoset so that it really only has the 10 photos I actually liked instead of the obligatory 40. Also changed the old description to the one I had imagined I'd use from the start, before it was rejected and I was obliged to fight in its defense in that godawful Hopefuls section that reminded me of nothing so much as Middle School the way random people come out to pick on you and call their friends to get involved. (Ah, I hate people...)

Ooh, that reminds me. So it looks like Thom Eberhardt, most famous for Captain Ron but in a bit of a slump as of late (Naked Fear, I mean, my God!) is going to produce (and maybe direct, at this rate) a screenplay I wrote. We have another director lined up, who in truth I would rather use -- because first of all, he never made Naked Fear -- but the producers dislike the changes he wants to make to the script, as what he says makes it sound as if he intends to turn the comedy I wrote into a serious horror film. And these producers signed on to make a comedy a la Shawn of the Dead, not an epic dramatic piece about murderous microwaves.

August!

I think my membership expires next month on the 11th. Better make the most of things.

LIEKOMGWTF!!!!11!

There might be a copy of the fabled London After Midnight at the UCLA archives?

Ooooh, it makes me all antsy just thinking about it. Archivists, or you that know archivists, to arms!

Damn I blink a lot.



There are also some more pictures and things here: http://rcsiren.blogspot.com/2008/06/scary-monsters.html

The original plan was to have a massive monster battle, of monsters and werewolves and zombies against superheroes and Victorian explorer-types (think Abraham Van Helsing) but, in the end, only about 20 people showed up and most of the monster costumes were so bad you had to kind of ask what they were supposed to be, so, it just became more of a "shoot anyone in a costume" battle. It was about 90 degrees out and in my full corset, gown, boots and hat I was pretty nicely boiling, though I don't look as disgustingly sweaty in those clips and photos as I felt, which is good.

Was walking down the street when a man pulled up alongside and said I looked like an Edward Gorey illustration. He then asked if I needed a lift somewhere, but I was arriving at the cemetery just then, and so told him I was already arrived at my destination.

Saw a tombstone there that said merely "Rodriguez At Rest" which sounds like an excellent title for a book.

When was the last time you cried and for what reason?
Today. I was translating some Middle Egyptian using a combination of Die Altaegyptisches Woerterbuch and A Concise Middle Egyptian Grammar, and after the madness of having to translate everything into some kind of caveman English to match how Egyptian sounds and from there into some kind of caveman German to be able to use the Woerterbuch, then conjugating that, it was time to write it all up. Trouble is the Woerterbuch uses right-to-left writing for the hieroglyphics and the other sources I have all use left-to-right. EVERY TIME I would make the fucking worm with the horns backward and have to completely start over. Then I would do it again. Then I tried to download a hieroglyphic font to just be able to type it instead, and the font I got didn't even have a worm with horns. Oh my God, I am getting too upset just talking about it.

Confess. What is the most embarrassing record in your collection?
Either Kenny G's "Breathless" or that awful Pure Moods IV album that is really a Sarah McClachlan album in disguise (I bought it, thinking it would be a good mix of interesting music like the original Pure Moods CD was, with Jean-Michel Jarre and the melody from the Exorcist. Alackaday, it was in fact just a bunch of Sarah McClachlan whines and music like you'd hear in a store that sells self-help books to 45 year old divorcees.)

What is the craziest rumor about you that you've ever heard?
Generally the rumors about me (at least the ones that get back to me) aren't that crazy; they tend to stem from some kind of logic or observation. I suppose that one about me being the Antichrist was a little silly though...

Spending my Friday night alone and constructing rats. These rats will be my minions.

Vet appointment in half an hour. Cat is reenacting final scene of The Blair Witch Project between the kitchen cabinets.

EDIT: Vet gave the cat a cortisone injection, seems to have helped her a good deal. They say she'll be better in the morning too, which maybe means she won't be staring at the walls and corners anymore. (Cat had a stroke...)

I did not like the new Indiana Jones movie. But, this is the opinon of one who can, these days, stand to watch nothing but Bollywood and televised surgery.