Twistin' the night away

In 11 views, I'll have 2,000 total page views. This would delight me, except I'm wildly irked that I have NO FUCKING CLUE who's looking at my blog. Irked is a strong word. I'm just curious, really. So not only is irked a strong word, it's the wrong word.

The meteor shower last night was a bust. It was cloudy and sprinkling, and those elements do not make for good long exposure shots. I'm going to try again tonight. And hopefully by the time it peaks (which I think is tomorrow, but don't quote me on that), the weather will gracefully allow me to take photos.

What I DID do last night is paint. I worked on the weird, wants-to-be-a-sunset painting I posted a picture of yesterday, but I got frustrated, so I had to step away. I've had a gorgeous wood "canvas" (I feel silly putting quotation marks around canvas, but it's a kind of material. however, it's also very common to refer to whatever you're painting on as your canvas. I'm wrong and I'm right at the same time! It's the worst and best thing) for very literally a year and a half, just hanging out and waiting to be painted on. So I finally painted something on to it.

I really love it. It took two  hours, and I still have a little bit of tweaking to do, but for the most part, it's finished. What you can't see is the deep border that I've painted a gorgeously deep purple, and will be doing a gold band around, as well. I thought about maybe painting leaves onto it, but there's something so fantastic about bare trees. I really do love them. I don't think they look forlorn or scary...I think they're full of hope. All of the most beautiful parts of them are forthcoming; that's wonderful.

It turns out I'm a fucking idiot of epic proportions. I have to put air in one of my tires, so I texted Anali to let her know that I might be five minutes late. She texts me back with, "Next weekend, nerd." And now I feel silly. But the good news is, I won't be late next weekend! Which is precisely what I said.

So, here's the situation I'm living with right now:

Someone is filming a movie at my office right now. It's hilarious and perplexing. I'm being a complete and total creeper and watching them, and I cannot stop laughing (as quietly as I can) while everyone acts their little hearts out. It's like witnessing someone's bipolar internal dialogue, but live and with costume changes. The guy that's directing is a fucking riot, though. He's been trying to talk me into sitting in a few of the shots, and I'm completely uninterested. This is definitely the highlight of my day, though. They have fancy equipment, but aside from that, they don't seem to know what it is that they're doing. They've changed everything they've done over the last three hours at least three times each, and they're still discussing what to say, how to say it, and where to say it. Perhaps this is how it's done, but it seems awfully ineffective to me. Also, it's mildly irritating, since it's making ME less effective here today. They have to shoot in all of the places I need to be, and I'm slightly irritated. Or irked. Irked is back in the game! And properly! (Apparently, the movie is called Lost World, and this is shooting day 10. And they have some kind of new technology they've discovered that's going to separate their film from the rest of the...4K?...movies out there. I'm eavesdropping, obviously. And I can't stop ducking behind my computer and giggling under my breath) The director keeps coming over to chat with me, and I think they might have actually filmed me without my ability to stop them, because I've been on the phone.

I had a pretty intense conversation with both of my parents yesterday, at different times. I've had it with how mean and negative they can be to and about me, so I let both of them know. In no uncertain terms. And I feel very pleased with myself for it. I told Allen a few weeks ago that if the bullshit they hurl at me doesn't stop, I'm going to tell them both I don't want anything to do with them anymore. They are so intensely critical, and when I start something new, they speak about it like it's doomed to fail from the get-go because of decisions I made twelve years ago. I put my foot down about it last night, though. And I at the very least got an apology from my dad. My mom just said something or other about being honest. I told her to cut it out because I don't need it. So, hopefully this turns things with them around. And if it doesn't, I really have no qualms walking away from the negativity completely, because I don't want or need it.

I'm so pleased with how things are starting to turn up. There are a couple things I wish I could change, but I can't. And that's not admitting defeat, that's just me knowing when the sand grains have run out because I've dumped them, or because that's just how the sand grains fall.

Anyway. The movie crew has vacated the premises, and I can get back to work now.