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I ended up writing that entire ghostwriting job in seven days after procrastinating for four months because I hadn't been paid. Now that it's over I don't have the same hateful feelings about my subject. We went over some edits on the phone tonight and then instead of just hanging up, we shit the shit for a while and I learned all sorts of crazy scandalous secrets about the show he's on. It's the type of stuff tabloids would have a field day with, but I'm going to take the high road and keep it to myself. Something tells me it's better to have that show on my side, and apparently right now they are. They all love the book, it's being passed around in between takes.
I found out yesterday that this guy who did heroin for the first time in my house after I gave him my old dealer's number has become a total junkie. I feel responsible and am going to try and help him get on a Suboxone program. He claims he wants to quit, and hopefully he means it. So few junkies really do, it's just something to say, like "I'm hungry," or "Where's my shoe?"
Come this this tomorrow. I'm not a judge this time around but it should still be fun. A writer that I've had a crush on is going to be there. I have no idea what he looks like but his writing style is super weird and funny and reminds me so much of my younger sister. Dear God: please make him cute and then make him have a crush on me.
I just came across this quote from my subject while combing through 268 pages of interview notes. He's talking to me after I asked him why he thought it was okay to not wear underwear to a job interview where he knew he would have to change clothes.
"You nasty little boy. I knew you were trash. I saw it in your eyes the first time we met. You pretend to be some innocent little country white boy. Yeah, right."
He also used up fifteen minutes of interview time yesterday to talk to me about fisting.
There's no emoticon for how I feel right now.
28,000 words to go.
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'm really catching up on my cinema this week! Last night I also watched Krull, a sci-fi/fantasy flick staring Liam Neeson and a bunch of unknowns who were trying to capitalize on films like Conan, Clash of the Titans and Beastmaster. The best thing it had going for it was a genuinely creepy scene with a giant spider trying to attack an old wise man. I think the reason the scene worked is because the spider was skinny and white, which is far more repulsive than thick and hairy. Which reminds me - I used to work with a woman at Toys in Babeland who had an irrational fear of white poop. The idea totally freaked her out.Anyway, I spent the whole film picking apart its homoerotic undertones. I won't bore you with those, but I do think I need to point this out to you. Observe:
Our hero must enter this dark, mysterious and shaved cave as a boy, and emerge as a man with a tool he needs to rule the kingdom.
Inside the cave it is hot, wet and mysterious! He's terrified and doesn't quite know what to do.
It turns out that the secret he must remove from the cavern is a sharp set of teeth hidden deep inside! Once he plucks them from the moist depths he has conquered the hole, becoming a fierce warrior.In other words, MAJOR VAGINA DENTATA SUBTEXT!!!!
I'm really off my game. A gay zombie movie has been out for a whole year and I didn't know about it! I discovered Otto; or, Up With Dead People by mistake on Netflix and now I feel just like I did when I finally found my retainer in the garbage that one time at McDonald's - happy and grossed out.
Everyone knows zombies are just metaphors, but this movie keeps upping the ante. Zombies and the eating of flesh represent pretty much every societal ill the film can think of - disaffected youth, AIDS, porn stars, porn itself, schizophrenia, heteronormal culture, gays acting heteronormal, idolizing Che Guevara, getting dumped, pollution, unsafe one-night stands, the fashion industry, independent filmmakers, and that's just off the top of my head. There's also lot of gay sex, even a cock shot of one zombie fucking a hole he's eaten into the side of his boyfriend, who he just turned into another zombie. Even more profound is the dialog, which runs along the lines of the following: "Considering that all the dominant discourses are defined and controlled by the ruling class, the first step to being a revolutionary is to act out against any consensual reality."
Word. But I'm gonna stick to stealing the fancy hand soap bottles from the Ritz Carton's lobby bathroom instead of boning someone's pancreas.
