b.z.

2003.04.10 12.35

Haven't had time to update as of late. Had a dream on Tuesday night that I'd found some secret attic at my parent's house. I seem to recall being in this dream attic several times but being afraid to step into the room that I'd found. Something about worrying what would happen when I put my foot down on the floor, as if it wasn't really there or that it looked weird. Anyway, I figured what the hell and walked in. It was great. Like we'd overlooked this thing for so long (according to my Mom in the dream it must have been there since 1978). I don't know what this means, really, but I'm sure it's the same feeling you get when you renovate your house or build on to it. Freaky.

After listening to CDs for the last few weeks I am disappointed at the scratches on them. When are we getting solid state music? Moving parts suck. Okay, end of soapbox.

Talked to a very enthusiastic publicity person from Paramount today. Getting material for the upcoming release of ''The Italian Job'' to post on MarkWahlberg.com. Yeah mini-project. There is no pay, but creativity is fun. They said they had 200 publicity photos and wanted to know how many I would need. I was like, ''all of them?'' She didn't go for it. Heh. Hey, I tried.

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Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are my own only and in no way represent the views, positions or opinions - expressed or implied - of my employers both past and present. « hemming and hawing \| Main \| free your mind » b.z. 2003.04.10 12.35 Haven't had time to update as of late. Had a dream on Tuesday night that I'd found some secret attic at my parent's house. I seem to recall being in this dream attic several times but being afraid to step into the room that I'd found. Something about worrying what would happen when I put my foot down on the floor, as if it wasn't really there or that it looked weird. Anyway, I figured what the hell and walked in. It was great. Like we'd overlooked this thing for so long (according to my Mom in the dream it must have been there since 1978). I don't know what this means, really, but I'm sure it's the same feeling you get when you renovate your house or build on to it. Freaky. After listening to CDs for the last few weeks I am disappointed at the scratches on them. When are we getting solid state music? Moving parts suck. Okay, end of soapbox. Talked to a very enthusiastic publicity person from Paramount today. Getting material for the upcoming release of ''The Italian Job'' to post on MarkWahlberg.com. Yeah mini-project. There is no pay, but creativity is fun. They said they had 200 publicity photos and wanted to know how many I would need. I was like, ''all of them?'' She didn't go for it. Heh. Hey, I tried. « hemming and hawing \| Main \| free your mind »