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Jun. 25th, 2007 09:43 amAfter an arduous journey on the ongoing suckitude of LJ voice-psting transcription, I am back from Vermont.
I can report the following:
- I am very tired as when I got in last night at 11pm, I then went to my office until 2am.
- That commercial gig I did a couple of months ago for all that cash? The Union found out they shorted us, so I got another check from them last night for $80.
- I have an important fitting/casting today
- I slept in curlers but they didn't do a damn bit a good.
Driving from Vermont to Boston we stopped at the Vermont Maple Museum which is so surreal it could make you cry tears of bewilderment. Aside from syrup and cheese they sell baskets, hideous figuriines of dogs and self-published pamphlet books writing without any sense of organizing principle about New England lore (after insisting to Patty that New England was wacky, I got one for her). The place also had fake gemstone rings, hideous "antique" paintings of deer, a number of vaguely and not so vaguely racist products, some onion sauce that expired in 2005, and, behind the register, dozens of photos of prize winning Scottish Terriers and their prize ribbons, i.e., "Best Bitch 2003". It was a sweepstakes of hillarity.
Now I have to go do laundry.
I can report the following:
- I am very tired as when I got in last night at 11pm, I then went to my office until 2am.
- That commercial gig I did a couple of months ago for all that cash? The Union found out they shorted us, so I got another check from them last night for $80.
- I have an important fitting/casting today
- I slept in curlers but they didn't do a damn bit a good.
Driving from Vermont to Boston we stopped at the Vermont Maple Museum which is so surreal it could make you cry tears of bewilderment. Aside from syrup and cheese they sell baskets, hideous figuriines of dogs and self-published pamphlet books writing without any sense of organizing principle about New England lore (after insisting to Patty that New England was wacky, I got one for her). The place also had fake gemstone rings, hideous "antique" paintings of deer, a number of vaguely and not so vaguely racist products, some onion sauce that expired in 2005, and, behind the register, dozens of photos of prize winning Scottish Terriers and their prize ribbons, i.e., "Best Bitch 2003". It was a sweepstakes of hillarity.
Now I have to go do laundry.
