186/367: The Dodos - Troll Nacht
I still have this beard. Till the bitter end with this thing.
…What am i doing typing about my beard at 5:30 in the morning?
I can’t sleep is what i’m doing doing that. Ffffpp.
I’m going to a Delocated “party” tonite at Cinefamily. Hosted by “Jon” himself. I’m excited. Cinefamily makes me nervous because of the intimate vibe. I feel obligated to meet people I respect because every time I’ve been there (about) there have been some just hanging around. There’s no “backstage” in other words. I went up to Elvis Mitchell there once. During a slasher triple-feature. It’s the only “celebrity” (he hosts a really great radio show on KCRW) I’ve ever been compelled to talk to. He was with Eli Roth who had people around him (Inglourious Basterds had come out a little before). But he was just standing there. Literally all that happened was me approaching him, & saying “Elvis?”, “Yes, hi.” “Hi, I’m Richard. I’m a big fan. I love the Treatment.” “Thanks.” *handshake* I think that was it. I have the tunnel vision memory thing that happens with the anxiety. I’m glad I did it though. He’s fucking rad. Anyway, so my nervousness comes out of the possibility of my meeting Patton Oswalt or Andy Daly or Chelsea Peretti (no way that’s happening, actually; I would probably pass out & break my neck on the back of a chair). Don’t know where this ocean of typing came from. I planned on taking a short pity dump on here, as per usual, & try to render myself unconscious. How great would it be to start pronouncing “science” “shy-ents”. The way “conscious” is “kon-shus”. There’s no question mark at the end of that last sentence because it didn’t deserve one. Because it’s a ridiculous question. Have you ever heard the term “eroteme” actually used to describe a question mark? Never, right? Why the f-word not? It sounds so much better than “question mark”! Why am I still saying things? I think I’m scared to stop. I need to at some point, right[EROTEME]
I really do.
bye [gulp sound, teeth chattering sound]