Fuckin Up!

I have some kind of weird-o workaholic ADD complex that they don’t make a pill for. That’s probably for the best, because I’m sure that pill would have unreported heart-attack side effects. In any case, I keep myself busy, too busy, to keep from ever getting bored, but then I screw over my friends and don’t get much done anyway. I wish I was on some government stipend, and didn’t have to work, but I’m sure I’d manage to overfill that time, too.

Friday and Saturday morning, I tweaked (not literally, though I had wayyyy too much coffee) on some Impaled songs I’d been working on. Sean redid one of my new songs, and raised the bar, so I really felt like I needed to get my musical shit together. I did, but I’d also forgotten about a practice (which ended up being cancelled) and was nearly late for the next event…

I went out for another zombie movie shoot in Port Costa, the weird biker/rich folk/tweaker/white trash/cat killer town north of here. So this was Saturday night. I didn’t get to do any make-up, despite the reams of make-up I’d bought the day before, but I spent a good hour mashing peas and clearing a tube out of pea-skins for the puke bag. It smelt horrible, but dammit, the puke had to happen. Except the person screwed it up, so I guess it was an unusable shot, and there was no more puke. I then tweaked more on my songs, sitting there listening while drinking beer and smoking and other people kept just coming through in the wacky hotel hell. In fact, I didn’t get one drop of water in me until very late in the night, when I was told “If you don’t drink some water, I’m going to strangle you.” The strangling threat was oft heard throughout my weekend.

The next morning, after hunting down coffee and a plastic knife, chaos fairly ensued. Zombies? What zombies? Make some zombies!! So, I finally got to do make-up, and I can roundly say it sucked. My mojo was off, or something, but I was seriously not happy with what I churned out. I didn’t get any photos… bleah.

Here’s the thing… I guess I missed the memo where this was an all day thing. Woops… I ended up screwing up the re-scheduled band practice because the equipment was in my van. Then there was ANOTHER practice scheduled for a different project I am helping out with, so I had to finish zombies, jam my ass back down to Oakland, deliver some keys and equipment, then jam back up to Port Costa to… look at the shitty make-up I did?

After sunset, they bought us some beer at the crazy bar, so I got some Czech import and that was pretty cool. I finally took Rosemarie back with me (the girl who got me all wrapped up in this in the first place!) and let me pooch out to shit, but I had to kick him, because he started eating his puke from the day before. I made us some dinner while she showered and then crap of crap… she’d forgotten her clothes bag!! All she had on was a bloody dress… not exactly BART material. I was too exhausted, we chilled, and finally dozed off.

This morning I get up, and my dog has puked up the puke he’d been gnoshing on in the backyard that he had puked up two days before. So now there’s dirt AND puked puke on the kitchen floor. My brother who’d gotten home later hadn’t cleaned it up, so I had to. Bah… and now I watch terribly produced porn. FOR GOD’S SAKE!! Could these people at least make sure the sound comes out of both speakers before they make thousands of these shitty DVDs?

In the meantime, I missed two friends I had promised to hang out with, calls from friends I haven’t talked to in a super long time, screwed up two, but kinda three, music rehearsals, and did a shitty job on make-up. Woot!

One of my best friends is getting married though, and that rules! Yay!

Did I miss any shows? Oh yeah… I think I missed Thor and Born/Dead… I’m losing count now. And myspace deleted this entry twice so far. I have got stop knocking into that back button.

I think I’m going to write a book while directing a movie and tiling a bathroom in-between feeding the homeless. Sounds like a plan.

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