yay

My gf is fucking awesome. It is amazing what a sweet little lunch with her in the middle of the day can do for my mood. _And_ we have new exciting Descensus stuff coming at you really soon. Objects, photos and locations. Even a new chapter!

My actors and my show are amazing. Amazing. We are going to kick so much ass I don't know what to do with myself.

All SAG and SAG money related drama is in order and tomorrow is the big day.

Rawr.

Meanwhile, websites need to categorize restaurants the way I categorize restaurants. "Cheap, dark and moody" seriously needs to be a category, as I'm sort of wanting a new exciting discovery for Monday (btw, 5 points to the first geek who I haven't told about this who figures out why we're going out Monday. I dunno what you get to do with the points, but still, five points for you. Yay.).

because you all wanted to know

Mystery cat now screams at dawn apparently.

Snakes on a plane!

Wouldn't you read absolutely any post with that title?

I am now a SAG member. It took a really long time. I keep wondering why my arm doesn't hurt (this is both a reflection on the number of documents I had to sign and an in-joke between Kali and I, you've all been repeatedly subjected to). After much cajolling, they did not require me to fill out a list of alternative professional names and just accepted that my name was unlikely to be in conflict with anyone. Which is good, because I was cooking up some serioues crap as that discussion went on.

Also joyous was reading over someone's shoulder on the subway a Wired article about Snakes on a Plane. Kat had first told me about this film, from the standpoint of her thinking that I too would do a movie just for the sheer awful genius of that name (Samuel Jackson claims the title is why he signed on, because either "you want to see that movie, or you don't"). So I exclaimed, to this random stranger "Snakes on a plane!" and then had to explain why I was shouting this at him. Best though is Cafe Press has a whole collection of random Snakes on a Plane merchandise made unofficially by other people who find it hillarious. I think I need to order myself a shirt.

Picked up new headshots and the scary scary new Reproductions office, had a surly customer rep, but she did hand me a green pen with which to sign the customer receipt.

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I just pulled a couple of muscles (three actually) in a spectacularly painful (and stupid) way.