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Got an email this morning from a film project I bagged on an audition for about a month ago because of my committment to the now completed for me Celebrities. They've started filming, but have continued to have massive difficulties casting two characters, and as such want to meet with me Tuesday. Regardless of what comes of it, I certainly feel that sense of symmetry that I tend to like from the stories in my life, so that's a good thing.

I woke up at 7:30, without the alarm, which isn't a bad thing as I've a number of things to do before I start work at 11 today (including finding horse-appropriate shoes/boots, which it is not quite the right season for). Also have to drop by Blue Heron and grab a ton of stuff out of there, which is also going to be a pain.

Having dinner with my parents tonight at one of my favourite restaurants, but I'm moderately tense about it, just because all recent topics are less than fun and my mother was giving me the verbal equivalent of that look she gives me when I'm on about something last time we spoke on the phone about film. Also, Dad just rented yet another DVD that he hated (The Royal Tannenbaums), and so they are once again being deterred from the wonderful resource that are DVDs. He said it was strange. Movies are strange! Life is strange! How could the people who raised me on Broadway musicals, science fiction and samurai movies have a sudden and relentless interest in mild-mannered realism? It's making me crazy. Not even dramatic realism!

In the further adventures of UPS, the tracking info now says that the address I switched it to is a rural route (26th street!) and that an addressc ould not be established. Then it says the address has been corrected... lord knows. That Jurlique crap is expensive, and I'd like it to actually get to me. Thank you.

Last night I fixed the collar on that jacket I bought, but I can't do the darting unless I get someone to help me pin it, so I have to remember that next time I am around humans.

Olympics: Good. NBC commentary on opening ceremonies: blindingly awful. They made fun of Cote D'Ivoire for changing their name to its French spelling. They mocked the athlete outfits of many nations. And they provided spastic, incoherent and just weird explanations/trivia about ancient Greek culture. Made me crazy.

creative stuff on my radar

Trailer for Closer: http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/closer/video/closer_trailer_high.asx
This is like the movie I don't want to be excited about or interested in, on any level. Because first, it's the sort of thing that could, and maybe even should, suck, and won't because it's Mike Nichols and a good cast. So smarter, and more stylish than it deserves to be right off the bat. Secondly, every time I've seen the trailer, aside from being blown away by a couple of lines in it, I flash back very strongly to a conversation Michael and I once had in a sushi bar, about how much love he had to go around but not in any unfucked up poly sense of the word. But in a, he was incompetant and I should accept that with all my love and generosity because he was like Bill fucking Clinton. As the film says, if you believe in love at first sight, you never stop looking. See the little twist of my lips right now? Yeah. My lot in life may be many things, but it's not to be patient with the really crass and boring foibles of other people. Sexual fidelity doesn't hold much fascination for me other than as a creative device, but how people express their need for change, how they treat the things they are weary of, and the degree to which they can see a value in something even if it doesn't have a specific value for them -- these are measures of good grace and respect, and that's surely something I wish I had known sooner.

Anyway... Meanwhile... Mists of Avalon -- I'm on page 160, and I don't remember hating Every. Single. Character. from the first time I read it. Igraine is a hateful, shallow representation of everything I never wish to be. Vivaine is a hubristic nut. Morgaine is too desperate for obedience to anything. Morgause is the most boring Slytherin alive, and Lancelet needs a good smack (and I had forgotten that business with his real name being Galahad in this book, which isn't just confusing, but makes for some interesting analysis when compared with more traditional versions of the myth). Anyway... aaaaaargh! Lots of interesting stuff though about appearance and how it correlates to happens to people in the end (and not the obvious thing about Morgaine being small and dark, it's something weirder I've noticed)... I don't want to go on in more detail about it until I've finished it, on the odd chance I'm not remembering something right, but dear me, this book is screwy.

Is there any movie out this weekend I want to see? No. Grrr. Should see I, Robot and The Village, but it's hard to care.

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Without getting into the gory and stupid details, today was extremely commical synchronicity day.

Holy crap I've a riding lesson tomorrow.