Saturday, August 09, 2003
yesterday we had A Meeting. about 'strategies' to put butts in seats and blah blah blah. the survival plan that was drawn up isn't exactly draconian but is way more than i want to do. part of me is sympathetic, but part of me thinks: i could get excited about promoting the show if it were good. at the very least, if it weren't so bad on purpose. and that part was mostly your crappy decision making, so . . . my compassion is limited. also, really sorry about the thousands of dollars you stand to lose and all, but my plane ticket was nine hundred and fifteen dollars and thirty seven cents and the monkey is headed into debt at a rate of fifteen pounds a day for lunches and sundries, so . . .
we want what's coming to us.
like my friend kate's wall says, i just came for what's mine.
i said the other night: do you ever think you know exactly what's going to happen to us, and then realize that we could probably have no idea? i was saying this because i build large castles of permanence in my fancy, but really, the brain is underripe fruit, so . . . but the monkey said yes, yes, he did, but he grinned so big i could tell he thought it was the world's great gift to boys. isn't it great? he said.
ha. yep.
we want what's coming to us.
like my friend kate's wall says, i just came for what's mine.
i said the other night: do you ever think you know exactly what's going to happen to us, and then realize that we could probably have no idea? i was saying this because i build large castles of permanence in my fancy, but really, the brain is underripe fruit, so . . . but the monkey said yes, yes, he did, but he grinned so big i could tell he thought it was the world's great gift to boys. isn't it great? he said.
ha. yep.
