The inside of my computer is a fucking Gordian Knot of cables, half of which go nowhere. It's an absolute mess. I slid a new hard drive in, flipped around some jumpers, attached cables on instinct, and powered up. And it worked! Amazing. Now to fill it up with crap.
Saturday night was stacycats' party. I left vyeseleph with SGNY and took my bottle of Luksosowa to Brooklyn. Stacy and pascalpp were the only people I knew, but mingled successfully and met some interesting people. Ate some tasty snacks. Got way drunk on sangria & vodka. Yeah, I mix. Got angry at the assclown DJ. Came back into Manhattan to meet up with SGNY again at Lit and escort VSLF home. Apparently I had missed toplessness at luna's. Damn.
On Sunday night, I met with a fellow from my audition class to go a combination of a premiere of one film (which we didn't care about) and the casting of its sequel (which we did). Lacking any sort of a headshot, he was even less-prepared than I was.
The whole thing was carried out in a dark bar packed full of cheerless actors and presided over by creepy thugs. They insisted that everyone check their coats ($3, please) and screened their film on a small TV in the corner while disco music played on the sound system. Parched, I bought a tiny Diet cola (another $3) from the bar. Alcohol was being served, which seemed strange if they wanted people to audition for them. There was something very off-kilter about the whole thing, like it was some sort of a scam. A coat-check scam?
We got sick of trying to figure out what was going on and left around 10. Assholes. I missed SatC and CYE for this?
Saturday night was stacycats' party. I left vyeseleph with SGNY and took my bottle of Luksosowa to Brooklyn. Stacy and pascalpp were the only people I knew, but mingled successfully and met some interesting people. Ate some tasty snacks. Got way drunk on sangria & vodka. Yeah, I mix. Got angry at the assclown DJ. Came back into Manhattan to meet up with SGNY again at Lit and escort VSLF home. Apparently I had missed toplessness at luna's. Damn.
On Sunday night, I met with a fellow from my audition class to go a combination of a premiere of one film (which we didn't care about) and the casting of its sequel (which we did). Lacking any sort of a headshot, he was even less-prepared than I was.
The whole thing was carried out in a dark bar packed full of cheerless actors and presided over by creepy thugs. They insisted that everyone check their coats ($3, please) and screened their film on a small TV in the corner while disco music played on the sound system. Parched, I bought a tiny Diet cola (another $3) from the bar. Alcohol was being served, which seemed strange if they wanted people to audition for them. There was something very off-kilter about the whole thing, like it was some sort of a scam. A coat-check scam?
We got sick of trying to figure out what was going on and left around 10. Assholes. I missed SatC and CYE for this?
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kenjiwaha:
So you missed a bunch of flat-chested SGs. Big Deal! 
complainey:
i want season two. mpg's? if so, YOU GOTTA HOOK ME UP