I reached home at almost one o'clock this afternoon.
The night was great. Im and me made ourselves coffee, tea, smoked, surfed. Mike was downstairs, he was cool as ever. Karen came back with Gin K and TK at about midnight, and she ocasionally popped up upstairs for a chat. The whole night they were printing seats on tickets, and Mike got me and Im to help deleting some lines on the tickets with blanco.
Karen left soon with the rest except for Mike, Im and me (and Dream, the cat of course). Im and me had our own little party up there, cos we're both sore about not being able to afford Asian Dub Foundation. So instead, Im tuned in to a site which plays their stuff, and throughout the night we have drum and bass playing on and on. We played almost every single online test, and by the time its almost 4am and I couldn't resist the comfort of the sofa and went to sleep while Im surfed on. He slept about 6 when the dub ended.
It was nice. Spending time in there, and seeing his morning face and how he brushes his teeth. I even met Irene's mom when she came upstairs that morning. And Mike being Mike asking his Mike question, "Are you alright?" I really enjoyed myself. Looking forward to more nights in the office.
thought out by marianah at 9:17 AM
Say hello to IM!
Hello Im!
We are here now in Link's editing suite. It;s 1.30am, and we're having lots of fun. It's his second day of dubbing, and he's doing it like a pro. Well, I have to say this because he's right beside me. So, if I have to say otherwise, I'll do it on another time when he's not here. :)
He's been a great help, and a wonderful companion the whole time. We ate together some yummy mummy cooking, and we smoke together some menthol-like sticks. It was fun. Then again, I have to say all this, because he's here watching.
I love you. And I say this not because he's right here now, but because I really do. :)
So do you love me too?
thought out by marianah at 10:21 AM
This is sooo cool.
My boss decided to extend my probation period (sucks), but at least I'm still hanging on to my job and there's money coming in. And Audrey, (yes Audrey!) will be filming just a few doors away for a month, -which means I'll be bumping into her a lot and we'll have endless cigarettes sessions. But, well, I saw Sideburn Boy filming with them, so I guess I have to put up with him being there...argh.
And Lady Hida will start her job nearby soon! This is great. I love it. Yay!
Dum dee dum dee dum...I'm happy.
thought out by marianah at 9:38 PM
I have always been impressed by the language of this masterpiece.
From "The God of Small Things"...
That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cosy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at at his own temerity. Inured by his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening.
So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people's eyes and became an exaxperating expression.
And another that is tragically funny...
When Baby Kochamma's Australian missionary friend, Miss Mitten, gave Estha and Rahel a baby book -The Adventures of Susie Squirrel -as a present when she visited Ayemenem, they were deeply offended. First they read it forwards. Miss Mitten, who belonged to a sect of born-again Christians, said that she was a Little Disappointed in them when they read it aloud to her, backwards.
"ehT serutnevdA fo eisuS lerriuqS. enO gnirps gninrom eisuS lerriuqS ekow pu."
They showed Miss Mitten how it was possible to read both Malayalam and Madam I'm Adam backwards as well as forwards. She wasn't amused and it turned out that she didn't even know what Malayalam was. They told her that it was the language everyone spoke in Kerala. She said she had been under the impression that it was called Keralese. Estha, who had by then taken an active dislike to Miss Mitten, told her that as far as he was concerned it was a Highly Stupid Impression.
Miss Mitten complained to Baby Kochamma about Estha's rudeness, and about their reading backwards. She told Baby Kochamma that she had seen Satan in their eyes. nataS in their eyes.
They were made to wirte In future we will not read backwards. A hundred times. Forwards.
A few months later Miss Mitten was killed by a milk van in Hobart, across the road from a cricket oval. To the twins, there was hidden justice in the fact that the milk van had been reversing.
thought out by marianah at 7:14 AM