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Financial update from the publishing company that put out 52 trips (formerly known as Tiny Karlins)

I really don't know why I bother wearing pants. This is the most I've ever been screwed in my adult existence.

Love letter to G

Considering he refuses to read my letters (well, he does, but not when and how I ask him), I have made a love letter for the General via video. This is my second homework. I have gotten the technicalities down to fast uploads and exports, which gives me a great morale boost. It was a nightmare, saving Doll for media for fucking HOURS.

Anyways, here it is.

Homeland season 3

... just started. I haven't watched the second half of the second season, it seemed kind of Hollywoody to me, but I did watch the last scenes of the finale and I thought the moment when Saul is praying Kaddish and she says his name and he thinks it's the ghosts, it was really good TV stuff.

... Which confuses me now, at the start of the third season, where it seems that to cover their own ass, Saul as the head of the agency, throws Carried under the bus in front of Congress and media.

I hope there's a plot there. Their relationship was actually one of the more trustworthy in TV.

This insomnia shit is proving to be kind of mind boggling. I feel half stoned half the time.

On future projects ..

Fact is, I'd rather do things half right than cooperate and compromise. The experience of having to work with editors and their proof-reader-editor-wanna-be's, ranks somewhere between the divorce and the time when my teenagehood so called best friend left me to drown over a guy she was fucking.

I rather write my own fucking music on iPad xylophone than let people close to my projects ever again - and I am as tone deaf as a fucking brick. But that is how much working for a big publishing house broke my heart. I couldn't illustrate that graveyard of creativity any better if I actually sang it.

.. I'm only saying this, because, apart from paying the rent, I have three ambitious projects in mind that, come next spring, should prove to be a challenge worthy of a stubborn fucking little pro.

And somebody has to put General though another college. The last one he did was too fucking boring to live.

Cool new Annie Leibovitz photo...

... of that odd looking little dude who used to play a wizard and now does Broadway or something...

My passion for fashion :D

.. Well. Ruins :D

While General was at his workout, I hopped to Konjice (Horses, oddly enough, if you can believe it), and shot an old (partially restored) castle ruins. I used to go there all the time when my mum would evaluate the ex tempore the town's cultural vibe put out, and once I fell a story deep into mud and rubble garbage, poking the construction site. dDaniel had to help me out by pushing an iron grid into the cavity, for me to use as a ladder. That much for "structure, tenants, traps" rule :)))

General's retreat

... I especially love the way the trekkers feed the fishies. Good thing those are carps, not piranha. If you stand by the edge of the pond, you can see the water sort of slightly boiling and realize you are being stared at by a school. Then someone throws the bread in and the boiling becomes yacuzzi. They even drive the ducks away. Didn't know ducks have that kind of wit.

Ghastly place, innit? :D