commercial culture
hello werld. another VIFF has passed, and next year, I will be a more active participant. Bash picked my 3 films, and I saw varieties of penis in every one. A little bit of a morbid outlook in life, but oh well!
I also had a successful meeting with Mama B, "my editor", and there seem to be people around trying to remind me to do my thang, like the agent I met today at werks...gotta join Tribe, apparantly, though I don't think I'm ready to give up friendster just yet, especially cuz I just posted that ill shot of me in the socks. yep.
last nite, it was time for cabaret, and all my faves: drag queens, spazzy rocker boys, readings, and interpretive dance. went with Linder Surprise, to support our MILF Beaver, who was smokin', and we ran into Mozaik as we were leaving Granville Island, and they were actually playing Wu-Tang on the beat, so we laughed at the freestyles, and I had to call D cuz M-E-T is her man. met up for some almost late nite eats on Main, the bestest of streets.
this morning, I sampled the pumpkin spice latte and walked past all the pumpkin-y themed room scents and for lunch I had the thanksgiving burrito, of mashed potates, stuffing, and turkey in a burrito with gravy and cran sauce, and that was the extent of my thanksgiving.
I gave up on some free food with the family of MC for more free food in the land of mizt and my ear is still burning from the unexpected phone call of excellence from my "don't call him kanye"...and I haven't laughed this much or talked that long, or felt so connex since (dare I say it?)...Satan...and on his bday too, ah, the irony, but it's all good, he has his Jezebel now. Put THAT on everything.
