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I have spent the morning printing out original passages and photos and stuff that's been excluded from That Book (the capital library ordered 38 copies, by the way. That's 37 copies more than what they took of Zurnizip and 37 more they will take of Gorgi.) and gluing it in, starting with the cover and the back photo and the intro text. But then General caught me and told me to stop being so nuts and took my pencils.
     Okay, so maybe I am a little nuts. But the book looks much better now. At least a lot more mine.

World's most average book... ever

Well, at least this shit is over and done with. It may not last for ever, my gruesome disappointment with this piece, and I may not always tell people about the stuff I did to make this a great book and that was left out in order to make it a 300-hundred page advertising pamphlet, instantly forgettable. With Shutterstock photos instead of mine. People need not know. So, not eternally.
       Just a few years or so.

I managed to sneak in a few of my friends: 

my sis

Drej

my darling Alma statue

m'self :)))

Dirty ghosts and clarifications during lunch break

Funny old world :)) I'm still feeling sick and still no idea why (pressure? heat? nerves? am I finally getting diabetes?), and this has been going on for a few weeks now. To get my blood up, I went out to get some chow, I thought I saw somebody from the by-gone days. No dirty looks, though. Odd. There are always dirty looks. In fact there's usually the tendency to stare at me until meeting my gaze and THEN giving me dirty looks. On my way out, I saw it wasn't a shameful ghost at all. God must have made two of them. Unless there were plastic surgeries to shave off a decade, this was just a ridiculous doppelganger. Hence no dirty looks, duhh.
     You know how they say coincidence is God's way of staying anonymous? I realised this show of fate was meant for me. I am not the core of confrontation between those dirty ghosts of the past fuck-ups. I am just the one that's deeply ashamed of being a fool. This will never grow old. I will always feel pissed on. There rest is just...  Kinda funny. If the person was right and there were no dirty looks, the past would be past. But there are always dirty looks. It isn't me who insist on dragging the past on like a stinky dead rabbit on a stick, lesson shouts.

General's line of the week:

I won't even get to his comments on my driving. "Don't cut into traffic like that. I'm sure there was at least one car on the horizon there." "Turn into this alley. The speed limit is 30. That's only 10 away from how you usually drive."

The line I was referring to is: "Sex is only pleasant during months with an R in them. Like Jury."

Small things in life...

 Small things in life that make it cool. A friend's sexy new haircut.Lucky curly bitches :)))

 Fruit that looks really weird. And that you really hope it's fruit.

Tiny caramel/chocolate cakes and coffee while you're waiting to go visit your hubby, writing a stage play.

Making Blade runner...

En route uphill, to have lunch with mum and da, a radio show guest, some musician, was talking about copyrights and intellectual property. He's a law student or somesuch and he said he's spent the last six years fighting against people's ability to download music. He said, stressed, that if you don't pay an artist for their art, they will simply cease making it.

      This is something I strongly disagree with. First of all, no artist in this country has ever lived off their product. None. In fact an artist who failed to also have a normal job, was considered a junky loser. The most famous writers were also librarians or editors or journalists or teachers. The most famous musicians were also along those lines. None of them ever sold enough to be well off from items. In fact the only money that goes to the performer is from being on stage. Actors, musicians, dancers - on stage is where they do the heavy lifting. And get paid for it. And most of them also tutor at least. This has nothing to do with Internet. You can't tell me that at this day and age actors and musicians are the least paid in history. Because of the Internet. And the movies in theatres are so costly, even the people who LOVE going to the theatre can't afford it. So - sorry. Stop picking on those of us who prefer to download. If I wanted to read a comic, I would have to pay thrice the price of shipping - and don't fucking tell me any of that money would go to the ARTIST.

And then there is that amazing documentary on making Blade Runner that I watch in small chunks every now and then. Small chunks is enough to keep me buzzing for days. I'm telling about the scenes to everybody! 

        Latest lesson was in big studio bucks. At the end of the shoot, when the guys are already way over due and over budget, studio commandeers the reels and everyone fights against this - everyone thinks Ridley should be the one to edit the movie, even though he was fired. 

        Here's the skinny. Ridley, a selfish, stubborn and narrow minded director wanted to create a MASTERPIECE. But he was given a bunch of bucks to create a BLOCKBUSTER. we, as movie buffs and hungry audience and artists ourselves, root for the masterpiece. However, if someone trusts you with a lot of money to MAKE them  a lot of money and you insist on making something that will suck (money wise, as Blade Runner did, because what people then really wanted was another Star Wars and it needed for times to change to really prove this movie to be a monument.) - that just kind of plays unprofessional and unfair. Doesn't it?

         Here continues my jab with editors. (Presuming there are no good ones.) Do what they say, take the money and make your masterpieces on your own dime, or snake your way through their poles and create both - a masterpiece AND a blockbuster? By Prometheus, Ridley was already well tamed in this aspect. He already clearly admits to be responsible to make money for the studio, whether or not he believes in those scenes.

Mildly related subject - I read a report/thank you speech of my editors about our so called book. She thanks about 25 people in it, about how they helped  create this great book, including her husband and in-laws who helped get the photos, because, you know, my photos all needed to be replaced with flowers and shutterstock kids and the dumbest photos of town you will EVEr see, even on bad postcards. Does she mention me? 

World War Z ... Oddly enough, I was fine with it.

It's been quite some time since I went to the theatre alone, but I wanted to see this movie (having read half of the book) and more importantly - the place was air conditioned. That was the main, reason, really.
       Nobody I know enjoys horror, if you can call it that, enough to hit the 4 o'clock screening. Save maybe Rockstar. But he's someplace else, dunno, celebrating end of his seventh grade or something.

I was glad it wasn't anything like the book. I actually though it was pretty scary and well shot. Okay, I'm not saying it'll ever make my top 200, but despite the excellent reviews, I thought the book was sanctimonious, unoriginal and boring. The book is mainly about the regimes and shady organisations and political commentary and we should all love one another better, with some cliche zombie encounters thrown in for good measure. Maybe it gets more original in the second half, I don't know. Or less 'the world is a better place with everyone dead'.

Some of the things I really liked: like, I REALLY liked the scene on the roof at the beginning of the movie, after Gerry gets sprayed with Z blood. And he's looking down, counting, and you don't get to realise what he's doing just that moment, just like his wife doesn't, that he's planning on killing himself in a second.

I liked how he gets to meet all those people in a hurry. Again, several viewers, mostly American, resented this and didn't understand it. I wrote about this in Zero dark Thirty review. This is what desperate measures look like. You are running around, trying to piece together enough of what you hope will change anything. And who those people were and how did they know everything (like that toothless CIA guy) .. Well, that's what some people do. They deal with shady info. They know one another well. All over. I know this, because journalist parents seemed to tap into those kind of shadows. And I was little when war hit our country, so I know most of it is just desperate running around, bumping into strangers who at the time seem life-saviours.

I liked the unfortunate little virologist. I thought his brief speech was very good. Also, his death was almost unavoidable, because that's how nervous lab people behave.

I had more to say, but I am sleepy and hungry and have to pee.
yeesh.. We don't really change much since we're toddlers, do we?

Dexter S08E01

Finally something to watch over this long drag summer. Not many other shows on that I would actually look forward to these days. I'm waiting for The Bridge and Low Winter Sun, but meanwhile all I'm really watching is Under the Dome. And by watching I meant I saw one episode and will download another. 

Dexter is cool to watch, even when it's not all that good - you don't have the feeling it's bad until much, much later. Everyone wants to see what will happen to Deb and even though nobody likes any of the characters, I just want more, more of this. The eight season even has Charlotte Rampling in it and I am deeply attracted to Charlotte Rampling. For a second or two I even felt aroused watching her take on Dexter. There's something eerily erotic about being pined to the wall by a serial killer, staring him down like the little boy he is and saying, basically: what else you got there, bitch?

I really hope she doesn't die early. Hm. Carpenter and Hall (excellent surname pairing) divorced recently, haven't they? One can tell.