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April 30, 2007
"I Want to Kick a Puppy" or alternately "I'm Ready to Move"
It was an overall good weekend.
Friday, we had Mexican for dinner, and I picked up Serenity and a present for my mom. Serenity was more enjoyable to me than Firefly, and served as a good cap to the story.
Saturday, I finished up 'The Long Goodbye'. Good book. It lagged a bit in the latter part of the middle, but it was definitely one of my favorite Chandlers.
I also rewrote the opening part of 'Too Late for Smiling', as what I had written last week just wasn't working for me. It felt too similar to 'The Black Chamber', and I really want this to be different in approach. It's definitely denser. Black Chamber rarely goes over a hundred words per page, and this one's already averaging two hundred per page. I ended up using portions of a radio script I had written a few years back for the opening chapter, which if any of you remember that, you'll appreciate that I'm going to couple that with my 'bodiless voice' approach from Empty House. I'm REALLY stoked to draw that portion already. Actually, this is going to be an insanely fun story to draw.
Saturday night, we met up with a friend and ate at Granite City down south. Very, very good food, and they brew their own beer there as well, which was tasty.
Sunday morning, we headed over to Borders, as I had a ten dollar off coupon. I picked up the new Lethem, "You Don't Love Me Yet", a cheapie Picasso book, the latest DJ Shadow album, and a book on forming LLC's for my mom and I's business.
Then Katy and I headed on over to EH Young Riverfront Park to read our purchases. I got a little burnt on my freshly-shaven head as well as on my bare feet. The new Lethem is very, very good, in case there was any doubt. Still, it was very, very pleasant. We ate at Argosy's Crazy Olives after that, which was good as always.
Then back home, so that I could work some more on the book and listen to the DJ Shadow album. The album is most definitely not what I was expecting. It's a lot harder and...angrier than his other work. I'm noticing that a whole lot more in entertainment. There's something bubbling under the surface in our culture. Wartime brings that out, I think. Still, insanely good hip hop.
In the evening, Katy and I discussed the possibilities of cohabitation, as she's going to be moving in the next couple of months, and I've grown to really hate my apartment complex. In the last six months it's really gone down the shit tubes, and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of having to call the cops. I'm sick of the trash in the lawn, and the trash living in the apartments.
Leading me to the title of this entry. I got three hours of sleep last night. Three. Hours. Why is this, you ask dear reader? Because of some of the trash living in the adjoining building to mine, who left their puppy on their back patio All Night Long, where it whined and yapped incessantly until I finally called the cops around midnight. They talked to the tenants and they seemed to bring the dog inside, problem solved. So I layed in bed for another hour until finally falling back asleep...
...to wake up around three to more of the fucking dog's whining. It stopped shortly, but I was awake, and stayed awake. My landlord's hearing from me today about the dog and its inconsiderate, immature, and incapable owners, and tomorrow about my notice that I will be moving out of that blight on the face of the Earth.
EDIT: Just got off the phone with management, and they slipped up and told me that those fuckers aren't even set up to have a pet. Kneel before Rob.
Posted by Schamberger at April 30, 2007 07:50 AM