I closed last night, and spent some time perched up on boxes, blowing smoke up into the AC filter to hide the hot smell of the spot we were smoking in the back room. We stumbled out past the gym rats, I finished up my shit, and off to Union Square to see The Day After because our spirits were so high (literally) we wouldn’t have been damaged by any kind of future-telling of disaster. Of course, half of NY had the same idea so we missed out. It’s funny-I saw Wall St underwater in some of those clips, and I feel like it is a grave possibility for that to actually happen someday. After all, it was a warm morning in August of 2001 when I looked up at the trade towers as I walked to the PATH station from John Street that I thought (literally) “there is no way those things are gonna be there forever”. In fact, it was a month later, 3 days after getting off a plane from Cali, that the towers went down. But ANYHOW-

Instead we saw my favorite this year “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”. I tried to explain it to V: This movie is like a movie I would have written if it hadn’t already been done. I like psychological mind twists, and every idea I have formulated for features and shorts for our company has readily swirled around those ideas. The thing that is so beautiful about it is that it is EVERY relationship. Every relationship goes through points of chaos to degradation, to the classic breakdown that we all do with our minds. Why isn’t hanging out and getting along enough? Because we need constant assurance that what we are involved in is either “right” or “the one” etc etc. How many of us would say no to remove someone’s entire existence from our daily realities when the hurt is so fresh, it bleeds up when you aren’t looking? Not a lot, I’d imagine.

I called my ex-boy the first time I saw it, and the second time made the synthesis smoother, but still hit those back panels of memory-I did want to call him, but I didn’t, and I haven’t at so many points in time when that action would have been comfortable, and sensible. Primarily because I am washing him out of my life not through a procedure, but through practice. He was the last person I touched “in that way”, and I still am kind of messed up from it. Ah well.

Anyhow. Me and V are going to Transylvania so we can be the first people you know who bust out there. This is after 5 days in Prague, of course. Budapest, bla bla bla. Funny thing is, we are roadtripping out to LA county (no more La Jolla-film stuff is a bit more north) on the 9th. We get back the 2nd and then bust out 7 days later. We should be in LA by the 21st, 22nd, depending on how long we pop down south. Sante Fe, Graceland, TexASS, are all on our agenda. THEN-Burning Man. This is the thing: If I died this year, it wouldn’t matter, because everything I said I was gonna do, I’m gonna do.

Is anyone else annoyed by these freakin downloads that download to your computer, then notify you, then require YOU to uninstall their buggy little butts?