Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Shoot Me Now

I think I've written roughly a hundred thousand emails today.

Yes, I'm prone to hyperbolizing. But I have written a crazy-big bunch of emails, easily a hundred. Since I had a computer all to myself today, it became my day to handle print traffic -- you'd be amazed at how slow filmmakers are to send their screening prints in without being prodded, even to a festival of our stature. (And yes, for documentarians this is a very high-stature festival.) Alas, it all comes at the expense of workshop matters, so I'm now half-behind on that... I'll be pulling 12- and 14-hour days, 7 days a week until the festival ends.

I've become rather adept at catching bugs in mason jars. On Sunday I had a centipede in my bedroom; after forcing him to entertain me in his jar for the afternoon, I let him out into the flower beds. Then today I awoke to find a wolf spider in my shower; he went out to the flower beds, too. I'm glad I'm not the kind of girl to go into hysterics at the sight of a large bug... except for wasps. I can co-exist peacefully with a wasp in a house, but I wouldn't dare attempt to catch one the way some people do. When I was a girl one of my friends' mothers had the amazing ability to casually catch them with her hand and a tissue... I'd love to be able to do that, but I'm just too chicken-shit about getting stung.

And blissfully, the city of Hot Springs has decided to rip up the section of street in front of our office/theater just in time for the festival. It's impossible to cross the street to the parking lot; the workmen give us dirty looks when we try. Apparently we're in their way or something.

4:33 PM ::
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