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WHAT IS IT? is finally done!!! I just had to share this before all else. And boy do I wish I were in Austin TX next month, because Crispin will be at the Alamo raft house to present and talk about it. I have waited for this movie for who-knows-how-many years! I've been waiting for this for longer than I've waited for Voltaire to come out with his coffee table book! I've been waiting for this for longer than I waited for Tatu to come to america! I have waited endlessly for this and now it is finally here! Okay. I'm done screaming now.
That picture up there? It's called The Red Headed Visitor and I did that last night. I like the way it turned out, because it was totally unintentional and looked great. See, you can barely make out this guy going into a building there... Anyway, I've been on a red streak lately. I've been working on my new layout for my webpage, and it's all in reds and I am finally learning how to really work photoshop.
On Sunday, I woke up to Kelly's voice telling me to get up. She was dragging me out of the house before noon, that bitch! We went to Wal-Mart, to Michael's, to make groceries, and when I got home, mum and nichole looked at me. I thought for sure I was in for it. What did I do? Mum showed me the local paper and asked who "Preacher" was and who "the boys" were and what I'd done to this guy. The only person I know with the nickname "preacher" is
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I dreamed an entire (relatively short) movie last night. About the abandoned house, only it was lighted and the door was able to be shimmied open. My sister Nichole, cousin Jess, and this guy who was very familiar, and myself, all went in (the guy, jess and I went in through the window, while my sister pried the door open). There were cards on the floor and the table, and the place wasn't too dusty. There was a big dog in the living room, and 3 puppies, who all behaved VERY well and knew any command I threw them, came downstairs. They were st. bernard puppies and just so damn cute!
We went into the kitchen and noticed holes in the floors and there was a freshly cooked and delicious turkey dinner stiting atop the stove. Jess made it while me and that guy were looking at the cards. There was a card on the kitchen counter. This room was not lit. We had to use flashlights.
The cards were a series of Saints, and they all had a different power. We had about 6. And the guy informed me there were 17 total.
At one point, my sister, gramma and aunt came in. We all sat down in the living room to eat the turkey. They told us about the person who owned the house. She had a sister and she went crazy and said she'd do some sisterly thing. Just then the puppies came downstairs. I named them Villa, Villa and Kula. And there was Pippi Longstockings on a very small Alfonzo in the downstairs bedroom who came clomping out. Anyway, one of the puppies didn't come all the way down and the guy grabbed it and caried it down. Its paw was broken. We used one of the Saint cards to heal it, but it would only take affect after an hour.
Then my gramma disappeared. We went into the kitchen to find her, and in one of the holes in the floor, there was a note. From the electric company. We thought at first the 'sisterly thing' was paying for the electric bill, but then we saw the name on it. It was my gramma, and the guy said, No. She didn't pay the electric. The 'sisterly thing' was killing her after she went crazy! And we looked for gramma, and found this hidden room (another unlit room) in the kitchen. Gramma was laying there with a rotting corpse that use to be her sister. She looked kinda like Regan from the Exorsist.
Then the police showed up and we all had to hide and stay very quiet while they searched the house, looking for signs of tresspassers. I woke up before they found us.
I wish I got that Jan Svankmajer book. Serves me right for not having a job. And now I'm ass-loads in debt. AND AND AND my licence is suspended and my insurance is about to cancell me. FEEL THE LOVE!! Mum and I sat down and put together my resume last night. I'll probably put one together for my webpage (I have an acting resume up, but not a work one). I've decided (read: known forever) that I need a good-paying job (hopefully in rochester) so I can move in with Sam by November, take burlesque (and maybe bellydance) lessons, and pay off my debts, and finally do something with my life. I want to go back to school to take acting classes and major in theatrics. I will reach my goal of playing as Jane while Crispin plays Cesare in the newest version of Das Kabinett des Dr. Caligari. I will also reach my goal of making my own comic. And moving to California. And making my stop-motion and live-action films! Grr!
I'm out the door. See ya.
edit: PS. I am still having trouble deciding on which labyrnth icon to submit to the contest.
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Date: 2004-10-05 10:48 am (UTC)i don't suppose it occured to you there might be another person named fawn who lives in upstate NY? ;P it's still cool though :)
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Date: 2004-10-05 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 05:33 pm (UTC)Somehow, both of us should haul ass to Texas and kidnap him. Not sure about how that would work exactly, but I'm sure the end result would resemble the Dolly Parton movie 9 to 5, in which Dabney Coleman ended up in a sort of bondage diaper/leash thing in someone's appartment, but not, because it's Crispin Glover.
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Date: 2004-10-05 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-05 06:06 pm (UTC)http://www.placentaovaries.net/adorable/whatisit.jpg
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Date: 2004-10-05 06:30 pm (UTC)I wonder how different the finished version is from the one I saw?
Now he has to fucking release his second album wherein he sings "Like a Virgin". Then I'd die from happiness.
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Date: 2004-10-05 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 06:57 pm (UTC)My ex girlfriend still has his CD which I lent her 2 years ago, and it makes me want to chew off pieces of her face, especially since she and it are both in Canada and the CD is currently out of print and sells on ebay quicker than Britney Spears' toilet water.
My copy of Oak Mot is signed and he has also written "meow" underneath his signature, unfortunately it came to me via ebay and the person selling it had no idea why it said meow, and it's a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a riddle that haunts me to this day.
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Date: 2004-10-05 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-06 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 08:38 pm (UTC)That's a cool picture you got going on.
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Date: 2004-10-06 01:11 pm (UTC)I think rotweiler pups are the cutest ones of all, though :)