Idle thoughts while on hold with the Screen Actors Guild:
Minute 10
...okay, one last time through the thing I'm calling about--find exactly the right language to describe it so the call will go fast--okay, yeah, that should do, yeah, good...
Minute 25
...damn but I'm good at computer solitaire...
Minute 33
...they keep repeating "We are preparing to take your call." What the hell are they doing to prepare? Repainting the office? Stretching a tin can and a string to my apartment?
Minute 47
...if I ever play one more game of solitaire in my life, I swear I'll scream my damn fool head off. Okay, there are a couple federal and state forms that I need to prepare today, I'll just go online and get those done.
Minute 71
...okay, the forms are done, and hey, look how much time passed! Why the hell am I still on hold? And what to do about the growing bathroom problem?...
Minute 77
...my shoulder hurts. Why haven't I put this call on the speakerphone before now? Now, is there any way to put the handset back in the base that doesn't create a hellish feedbaYOOOOWWW! No, apparently not...
Minute 80
...what am I calling them for again? Jeez, I have absolutely no idea...
Minute 91
...what's my name? Why is there disembodied piano music playing the same tune over and over? Why do these voices keep telling me comforting things that only make me ag-ag-ag-agitated?
Minute 97
mind blister sell aromatic potions lost lost lost (no no no more voices!) can't linger can't delay can't wait can't cant or keen (piano no piano, no please no piano!) phosphorescent pastaaaaahhh...
Minute 103
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Monday, March 26, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Free Day
It has reached the point that this is what I now describe as a "day off":
The usual run of Sunday errands in the morning. Laundry, the grocery store, exercising, that sort of thing. Then settle down at the computer for about ten pages of typing in Lightwheel's business plan, adding comments for review by the partners. A considerable amount of reading with regard to a future dream project. In the evening, a logistical problem crops up requiring a lengthy phone call to sort out how much our plans for the next film might have to change. (As we realize that the stories Marc will tell on the DVD Director's Commentary track have already begun.) And then the usual evening's-end washing of dishes, brushing of teeth, etc.
This, by comparison with every other day for the past couple months, felt like blessed luxury, and I came out of it feeling remarkably relaxed. And yet, right there in the middle, at about 3:00, I suddenly found myself with nothing in particular to do, and just kind of stood there, spinning, trying to figure out how to kill some time till the Oscars began. It was a very strange feeling, the idea that I had more time than I knew what to do with. It didn't last, but it made for a nice change of pace.
The usual run of Sunday errands in the morning. Laundry, the grocery store, exercising, that sort of thing. Then settle down at the computer for about ten pages of typing in Lightwheel's business plan, adding comments for review by the partners. A considerable amount of reading with regard to a future dream project. In the evening, a logistical problem crops up requiring a lengthy phone call to sort out how much our plans for the next film might have to change. (As we realize that the stories Marc will tell on the DVD Director's Commentary track have already begun.) And then the usual evening's-end washing of dishes, brushing of teeth, etc.
This, by comparison with every other day for the past couple months, felt like blessed luxury, and I came out of it feeling remarkably relaxed. And yet, right there in the middle, at about 3:00, I suddenly found myself with nothing in particular to do, and just kind of stood there, spinning, trying to figure out how to kill some time till the Oscars began. It was a very strange feeling, the idea that I had more time than I knew what to do with. It didn't last, but it made for a nice change of pace.
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