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Tolerances
Feb. 25th, 2011 01:50 amPip Deathwatch: No longer sneezing blood, but still a bit wheezy. Seems to be in good spirits. Even had happy tail for a few seconds. Will perhaps live on.
City of Boston: Close to being written off by me as flaky. I have written at least 30 e-mails volunteering for stuff in the last couple of weeks, saying "I have the skills you need and can show up at the time you requested," and only three people have written back to me, two to say it's cancelled. Everyone else does not write back, but continues to post notices that they are looking for people to help out with their thing/be in their band/join their writer group and is there anybody? Or ask me to put a film in their festival, but freak out when I try to find out how to get the DVD to them, because then it's too serious and too much work.
Have a lunch date Sunday with someone who seems to actually have his shit together, so maybe in the end persistence will overcome. Otherwise, I will pretend I live much further in the countryside than I do, and when I have occasion to go into the city, will behave as though it is deserted and I am an brave explorer. After all, I'm not lonely, and I'm just trying to integrate because it seems like the Done Thing.
Edit: No new scenes edited. But changed the take I used for a head movement.
In other news, found Martha Stewart instructions on how to darn, which seems terribly obvious in retrospect, and have therefore spent the day darning holes in my knitwear and feeling pleased about it. Needlework ho!
Mom gave me Gumby and Pokey earrings and a tiger-tooth-looking necklace, or so I thought at least but now Ciro says the necklace, which I have been wearing all day, is actually for him. Which is upsetting, because while I love Gumby and Pokey I don't think I will wear them basically ever, and I liked the tiger-tooth-looking necklace. Ciro ruins everything. Ciro says he does not ruin everything, so now he is even ruining ruining everything.
City of Boston: Close to being written off by me as flaky. I have written at least 30 e-mails volunteering for stuff in the last couple of weeks, saying "I have the skills you need and can show up at the time you requested," and only three people have written back to me, two to say it's cancelled. Everyone else does not write back, but continues to post notices that they are looking for people to help out with their thing/be in their band/join their writer group and is there anybody? Or ask me to put a film in their festival, but freak out when I try to find out how to get the DVD to them, because then it's too serious and too much work.
Have a lunch date Sunday with someone who seems to actually have his shit together, so maybe in the end persistence will overcome. Otherwise, I will pretend I live much further in the countryside than I do, and when I have occasion to go into the city, will behave as though it is deserted and I am an brave explorer. After all, I'm not lonely, and I'm just trying to integrate because it seems like the Done Thing.
Edit: No new scenes edited. But changed the take I used for a head movement.
In other news, found Martha Stewart instructions on how to darn, which seems terribly obvious in retrospect, and have therefore spent the day darning holes in my knitwear and feeling pleased about it. Needlework ho!
Mom gave me Gumby and Pokey earrings and a tiger-tooth-looking necklace, or so I thought at least but now Ciro says the necklace, which I have been wearing all day, is actually for him. Which is upsetting, because while I love Gumby and Pokey I don't think I will wear them basically ever, and I liked the tiger-tooth-looking necklace. Ciro ruins everything. Ciro says he does not ruin everything, so now he is even ruining ruining everything.
