ich bin ein auslander

and have all day. not in bed until 5:30; back out of bed at 10. i really thought I would get to bed early but here I am still up. long day too… lots of random work and then a last minute no budget but gotta do it regardless project dropped in our lap, due… friday. geez. thanks for the time.

then i had to run out and buy all the CDs we’ve worked on for the past year or so to send to a prospective new client because we never get copies of our own work… and, of course, the record stores were out of half of them so I had to send out my last copies and just hope i can find them in the store at some point in the future.

at least i was able to pick up the new tom robbins book, villa incognito. can’t fucking wait to read it but i’m halfway through 2 rather dry books and i need to knock them off first. i’m anal like that. this guy doesn’t write enough. one person i’d like to pull a misery on and just force him to sit down and write more often.

watching the sun rise on the 405. haven’t done that in awhile.

dinner at pane e vino at 8:30. house in the h0llyw00d hills by midnight. not home until 6am. back up at 10. head hurts but it was a damn good time.

all in all, i had a good enough time that i’m not even pissed that i missed the super secret fischerspooner show last night.

did meeting one, had a surprise meeting two at the same building… and sort of a third one there as well… made our way over to the erstwhile meeting two which actually became meeting four… in the meantime, previous meeting three was cancelled as the others were all running over, and the previous potential meeting three had become no longer a meeting and just a social event, so we’re back home for an hour and then off for a nice dinner.

out of all of that confusion and chaos, i must say it was a good and productive day. it really looks like we won’t be hurting for work this year, which is a damn good feeling.

Ugh. I hate meeting days. We try to schedule them all together to just get it over with. The one part of the job that really feels like work. Walking around crappy offices with the horrid lighting and people that look like they want to be shot where they stand… drinking the miserable drip coffee…

yech. Anyway, off to Hollywood for meeting one, Burbank for meeting two, and then a phone call to see if meeting three is in Universal City, or if we’re hoofing it back over to Venice for meeting three. If there is a Universal City meeting three, we then turn the Venice three into meeting four, over dinner.

How exciting. I guess it’s good since meetings tend to drum up more work, but I find them incredibly draining and usually all I want to do when I finally get home is open up a bottle of wine and watch comedy central.

that was pretty damn fun. random thoughts…

stayed at the same hotel as the hives and ladytron… nothing like seeing the hives at breakfast, looking a bit rough.

highlight was definately underworld… surprises - gomez and fc kahuna. kick ass. blur was ho hum, as was primal scream, the white stripes, blue man…

vip areas rule. no lines for putting beer in or getting it back out again. too bad all the assholes are there too. particularly the hot dog puking guy. speaking of assholes, the urb after party was interesting. at least there was free cheese and booze.

lots of really bad hats.

50 degree temperature shifts are hard to dress for. which might explain why so many people simply chose not to dress.

wendy has tons of great pictures which i’m sure will be going up soon…

tesla coil = cool. fireball = not.