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stayed home from work today for no reason except I was kinda tired.
Am I a slacker or what? Normally, I never, ever do this. I
feel guilty about calling in sick when I am actually sick. But today,
I figured I'm tired, I'm pretty superfluous, and if they fire me, I don't
really mind. Plus, I'm going out to West Hollywood tonight for Mardi Gras,
and I want to be well rested.
I was considering going out to vote today, but that would mean giving up the only computer time I'm likely to get today. And I have not yet started playing Buddy the Cyber Lemming. When I do, all bets are off. Not to say
I'm skipping voting. I'll just go tonight, when Matt gets home and
takes away the computer.
No, the answer is not "syphillis." Matthew came over last night (and stayed late, hence the "tired" thing) and brought me this:
Oh yeah. Here's a close up:
Matthew worked on Charlie's Angels for a while (Lucy Liu's stand-in was at his Lincoln's Birthday Party) and he asked Drew Barrymore to sign a picture for me. Apparently, lots of other people are jealous of this. This is too cool. I love Drew Barrymore.
And I finally got around to scanning this other picture. If anyone out there cares about Danny Elfman, that's him.
I look like a total dork, but that's because I was really, really nervous. The only reason I got to get up there and pose with him was because the photographer didn't show up, and they pulled me out of line and borrowed my camera. Then they got the roll developed for me. Did I ever tell you my Ray Manczarek story? Well, it's short, so I'll tell it again. When I met Danny this time, I said absolutely nothing coherent or impressive. Ever since then, I have regretted that I didn't at least say, "I really admire your work" or something like that. What I really said was, "I didn't bring... uuh... they borrowed my camera... uuh..." and that was that. So when I met Ray Manczarek (the keyboardist for The Doors) it was at a really horrific poetry reading with this guy, Michael Ford, who apparently used to "hang" with Ray and Jim in college. The poetry was atrocious (Natalie Wood/emerges from the ocean/covered in seaweed/I want to fuck her) and Ray was reduced to going "plink plink plink" on his keyboard after every line. They also told "anecdotes" in between every poem that went like this. "Hey, man. Remember, in the 60s, when you and me, and JIM MORRISON, did acid?" "Yeah, man. Remember when JIM used to read us poetry? In the 60s? JIM MORRISON?" "Remember when you and me and JIM smoked lots of pot? You know, in the 60s?" "I remember that JIM really liked your pathetic poetry. JIM MORRISON, man." It was truly pathetic. So by the time I went up to get Ray's autograph, I wasn't even nervous. I was like, dude, you are a sad shell of your former self. So I very calmly asked him to sign my piece of paper, and said, "I really admire your work." Ray's response was, "I really admire yours, too." Okay, then. I guess that time, the celebrity made an idiot out of himself. It was pretty funny.
And finally, my idol, Patricia Kennealy-Morrison, wife of Jim Morrison, author of The Copper Crown (and many other Sci-Fi/Fantasy books) and Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison. I've read her autobiography about a million times. She's a huge influence on me. I even sent her a deck of tarot cards. She sent me a card that she had made for what would have been Jim's 50th birthday. She also gave me a pair of earrings. I began the correspondence by writing to her, and then she actually called me at home from New York. Can you believe that? I made a complete idiot of myself over the phone, but that shouldn't surprise anyone. You know, it's not often that we actually get to meet, much less have a tiny relationship with, one of our idols. So this picture means a lot to me. And I love that it was taken in a bookstore. It's so appropriate.
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What
I'm Reading:
The Copper Crown.What I'm Writing: I am still easing into the day.
Drew Barrymore peach.Journal Quote of the Day: I keep wanting to link to a certain bitchypoo entry, but every time I try to get on there, the server is down.Random Tidbit: Another thing I got (no, still not syphillis) is a date to JournalProm.(Shopping) Days Until My Birthday: 13 |
