Good lord, it has been a while, hasn't it? I don't even know where to start.
Suffice it to say, anything you've learned about me is probably false now.
...unless it was already false, at which point there's a decent chance it's become accurate.
- Current Mood: contemplative
Do you have a CD yet?
We do. I don't know if we have one here, though.
I will buy one if you can find it.
I'm just the bass player. I'm not paid to be smart.
- Current Mood: uncomfortable
This morning, it occurs to me that they actually might have been on the same page as myself; upset by recent events and the presence of an outsider among us. Why were they waiting by the illegally parked vehicle? I assumed that one of them owned it, but what if they just wanted it gone? What if they were waiting for their chance to have a word with the owner? Or for a towtruck they had called to come remove it? I would have supported that. They should have said something!
The other side is clearly better organized than my own.
- Current Mood: contemplative
Against this backdrop, a different group has become militant about breaking locks, hinges, and anything else which might otherwise inconvenience their belief in a life without keys. The door from the building into the garage? It won't lock anymore. Nor will the door leading from the garage to the street. For, someone has simply broken their keys in the lock.
Now, probably this has nothing to do with the other thing. My guess is that one of our neighbors has way more tenants in their apartment than they're supposed to. But if they can't trust each other enough to have keys made, and if their guests are willing to vandalize the building to make their lives easier, I'm not going to feel bad about thinking they're the robbers. (I don't care why they're endangering everyone in the building. I just care that they are.)
Tonight brought several recurring themes together. We have a car parked where no car should be parked (meaning, someone who does not live here has turned the lot into an obstacle course), and we have five men standing around that car talking amongst themselves. An informal survey shows them to have been there since 10pm or earlier, and it's almost 1am now. Yet, still they loiter. Suspiciously. As though waiting for a quiet moment to break some windows take a few things.
Again, I don't think they have any intention of coming upstairs to hurt people, but since somebody busted the lock that would prevent this, I have to assume the worst.
So, I called the police. And now I'm waiting up for my phone to ring, 'cause they'll need me to go downstairs and let them into the building.
Best case scenario: Some good people who had a perfectly valid reason to be down there for 3+ hours will have their evening ruined, watch me sic the police on them, and hate me forever.
Worst case scenario: There's a gunfight, somebody's gas tank explodes, and the building falls on us while dinosaurs attack and the earth goes hurling into the sun.
But I suspect it'll be somewhere between there: that the police won't show up, and whatever I was hoping to prevent goes down regardless.
Police have come and gone. There was nobody in the garage when they arrived, so they took down my info (presumably for reporting a false alarm). I thanked them for their trouble, and apologized for the bother.
I sleep now.
- Current Mood: tired
"Notting Hill" was written by Richard Curtis, who wrote and directed "Love Actually". (Richard also wrote "Four Weddings and a Funeral", as well as TV's "Black Adder" and "Mr. Bean". He's one of my favorites.)
"Definitely, Maybe" is written and directed by Adam Brooks (who brought us "Practical Magic" and "Wimbledon"). To my mind, he's a pale imitation. Your mileage may vary.
Now, "the makers of" might be technically accurate -- those three movies were each paid for by the same corporation, after all. But as a branding issue, is it really fair to suggest that the viewer can expect the same level of quality?
Maybe it is. I don't know.
But I still insist that creative teams are neither equivalent nor interchangeable.
If I were Richard Curtis, I would be insulted.
If I were Adam Brooks, I would be insulted.
If I were a movie-going consumer, I would be insulted.
- Current Mood: insulted
I'm jealous of your hat.
I like your hat, and am jealous of you for wearing it. I'm not jealous of the hat for sitting atop your head.
Thank you for clarifying!
- Current Mood: confused
Conversations all day were essentially this:
Do you know what they arrested him for?
Well, he is a masked vigilante.
You know, part of "great responsibility" means letting the police do their job.
The system works if you let it!
*(new plan: become immensely rich...)
- Current Mood: goin' back to bed.
I work across the street from the Manns Chinese Theatre in Hollywood. There are countless tourists, and a few dozen costumed performers posing in photos for tips with them.
They just arrested Spider-Man. It took five cops to bring him down, but he was publically unmasked, and shoved in a police car. They're presently questioning Spongebob on the scene.
I am totally kicking myself for not carrying a camera wherever I go, but like I said, there are countless tourists onhand to fill that void. Watch for pictures popping up online in the next hour or two.
"This looks like a job for the CBLDF!" might have been a better title. Didn't think of it. Sue me.
No sign of the arrest on google yet, but I did find this. And this.
- Current Mood: only in Hollywood...