Listening to: my HP printer at 12.43 at night. The end of my working day.
I had a weird moment tonight. I came home and found that a couple of embers had left some nasty burned marks on the carpet in front of the fire. We rent our house, so these kind of things make me gasp. (I guess if you own your own home, you might also gasp a smidgen.) Anyway, from the depths of some part of my brain came the memory of reading something about rubbing a silver coin on the burned spot. And it worked. Where had I heard this from? My mother? Some old magazine from back in the day? (They used to have handy tips for the housewife back in the old times you know, not the latest on Brad and Angelina.) Memories are so strange like that. You remember something but you have no idea where the hell it came from. I just DO NOT know where that came from, but it surfaced when needed. God, I think I'm getting old.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
too much chocolate
Listening to: Bailter Space, Wammo
We have a few chocolate goodies left here at the Festival office after our programme launch (they were from the goodies bags given out to the invited guests). I just ate an Enduro bar (thoroughly recommended) and then a Toffee Pops bar. I feel sick. Unsurprisingly. Why do we do these things to ourselves.
Busily working at the moment on the Updated Schedules. These include late confirmation films and visiting guests. And hey! We have finally confirmed the latest Jim Jarmusch film, Broken Flowers. It's gonna be good.
We have a few chocolate goodies left here at the Festival office after our programme launch (they were from the goodies bags given out to the invited guests). I just ate an Enduro bar (thoroughly recommended) and then a Toffee Pops bar. I feel sick. Unsurprisingly. Why do we do these things to ourselves.
Busily working at the moment on the Updated Schedules. These include late confirmation films and visiting guests. And hey! We have finally confirmed the latest Jim Jarmusch film, Broken Flowers. It's gonna be good.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
It's my birthday and I'll work if I want to.
Yes, it's my birthday, but it doesn't slow down the machine that is my working life. I've had lots of nice phone calls this morning and a couple of texts to remind me that it's a celebratory occasion today and I'm meant to be going out for dinner with SOD tonight, although I haven't booked anywhere. Hopefully I don't end up having to go somewhere crap because I haven't got it organised...
Anyway, back to work. I also really need to do some invoicing this month if I want to get paid. Still some May work I haven't invoiced for.
Oh and yeah, the Film Festival programme for Wellington is now out on the streets. Get your tickets booked, everyone! I've now got to work out what I'm going to get along to. Already watched five on tape, so still around 135 to choose from!
Anyway, back to work. I also really need to do some invoicing this month if I want to get paid. Still some May work I haven't invoiced for.
Oh and yeah, the Film Festival programme for Wellington is now out on the streets. Get your tickets booked, everyone! I've now got to work out what I'm going to get along to. Already watched five on tape, so still around 135 to choose from!
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