In my head: Rainbow of mine – Beam & Yanou

Tuesday, October 15, 2002

My day sucked.

I hate groups projects/papers.

I’m tired.


But really, all this is true. Let me tell you about it: I get up, and need to write not only my portion of my psych paper (which really is dependent on other peoples sections), but three out of four of the other group members’ section as well, because apparently they’ve dropped off the face of the Earth, and never replied to a single group session. That’s fun. Then I have to go toa job interview. It goes pretty well, and if everything goes well, I’ll be getting a second interview later this week. I get home from that, have about 10 minutes to work on my paper some more (did I mention that this paper is due today?), and need to go fill out the remaining paperwork for our new apartment. I pick up the keys, get back home, and get ready for work. Work lasts until 10pm, when I go home and try desperately to finish the group paper (it needs to be in by midnight – it’s an online course, so I’m stretching “due Monday” to the utmost possible extreme).

I get the paper submitted to the online forum at 00:00 Tues, Oct 15th.


You’d think I could have just left out one word or something. I mean, how hard is it to shave one minute off of something. Obviously it’s too hard for me. I seriously felt like i was in a movie or something. “I just need to save the file… come on, save damn you. Now, write the email… attach… where is the damn file?! Where did I save the file?! Okay, I’ll just rename… uploading… uploading… ” and the instructor comes around the corner with his coffee cup in hand, and that oh so smug look on his face and says “Yeahhhh. I’m gonna need to dock you a grade on this one. Yeahhhh.”

I hate school. I’ve always hated school. And I hate the fact that I’m assigned to a group where there seems to be only one person who’s still actually participating.

And I hate this blog entry. But I promised I’d write. So I am. A bitter, hate filled blog. I hope you’re happy.

So, I took a nother picture the other day, another self-portrait I should say. It’s not one I want to use for the photo battle with feng, in fact, I’m not sure I like it at all. You’re seeing it first here folks. I was in a mood when I took it. So decide for yourself.

On a lighter note, I went to the Portland annual HP Lovecraft film festival this last weekend. It kicked some serious mythos ass, Yog-Sothoth style. I got to talk to Stuart Gordon briefly (the director of gems such as “Re-Animator” and “From Beyond”, for those of you who don’t know). He was there for the screening of his new film “Dagon”, which I think puts his former Lovecraft films to shame. But then, this movie can almost be taken seriously.

To balance out the good films however, were the abominable, things that should never be seen. Which really sucks when the director of the film is actually there. You don’t want to just say to his face “sorry, pal, your movie sucks ass.” But yet, you do want to. Fortunately, the festival ended with a “secret screening” of a film so horrible, it was the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Filmed on video, most likely sequentially, it contains some of the most awful actors to ever get screen time. I’m sure there was no shot with more than one take, as was apparent from the occasional bumbling of a line, but it would have been too much work for them to actually edit. Didn’t matter though. I laughed so hard I was crying. Maybe I was crying, I don’t know. It was just that bad. I can only do my best to sum up a few choice moments: Wicked witch of the west, her ferret familiar (Brown Jenkins), and “You’d better wear that… crucificks-k… I gave you”.

I’ve suggested to the festival organizer that the film be played every year. It’s guaranteed to be a cult classic. I mean it.

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