ich bin ein auslander

I was as happy as a 16 year old goth girl at her first marilyn manson concert.

What a show. Ok, the visuals weren’t as great as last time.. and the newly redesigned Wiltern, as nice as it is, couldn’t compete with the bouncing floor and bowing windows at the Santa Monica Civic Center, but still… fucking amazing.

Wow.

you bring light in, you bring light in…

Wendy’s mom is in town, so the already slow blog entry pace is bound to suffer yet further…

nightmare project drags on, but there is light at the end of the computer screen…

one room redecoration proceeds slowly and has managed to destroy all the other rooms so we’ll be moving on once this one is done…

very tired, but i have pumpkin flavored coffee. I love this time of year.

gotta love it.

I think the paint fumes are getting to me… where’s that cleaver?

What specifically? Take your pick. Nightmare project keeps dragging on and on, and we keep doing more and more work for it with no more money. Even got in a screaming match on the phone with a client who never bothers to read the emails I send detailing project specs.

But screw all that. More importantly, there’s the house remodelling. Took a whole day off from that today, but back to it tomorrow. We had expected to be done with the whole room yesterday; we’ll be lucky if we finishing painting / trim work by tomorrow night, which will still leave putting furniture back in, getting a few new storage pieces, putting everything back and putting up the various pieces of art, etc. I’m guessing we’ll finish over the weekend, if we’re lucky. So a two day project becomes a seven day one. And then we start on the dining room. Then the kitchen. Then the hallway. Then the bedroom. Screw the bathrooms and offices.