Sunday With Typos
This weekend was a big happy cluster fuck. Saturday I worried about about the shoot with Penny and then on hearing that we could postpone, worried about getting a megaphone. That night of course, Fernando told me about the legislature closing the parole commision and the emergancy meeting he was having on Sunday which was the day we needed his pretty old red pick-up which meant calling Penny and cancelling the shoot for Sunday. Oh ya, then I had to watch "What the BLEEP do we know" which is not really that bad but not what I needed Saturday night.
Okay now Sunday rolls around and Pola wants to go to breakfast which takes like two hours because the Village Inn is feeding the whole goddamn city but what the hell, I have some kind of super bad ass fried egg and taters with heaps of meat fried in grease thing served in a pan with pancakes on the side and about two fucking gallons of piss poor, but hell there was a lot of it, coffee. Then she says she wants to give Ana a cell phone as Ana just started a new job and has a piece of shit car which is okay with me, the cell phone not the car which might in fact be made by the Deathtrap compnany, but that takes another two and a half hours and I still haven't hooked up with Denver who's supposed to go to the batting cages with me etc.
Okay now it's like two and Pola splits and Denver never show's which leaves me at some kind of suck hole evil carvinal slash danger fest at the mall of all places shooting crazy, shouldn't be at the mall, fair rides. Okay no one punches me. That was cool. Got some good Polaroids and a few great shots on the Stellar but I also ran a roll of 35mm in the Pix Pano which I thought was my standard Fuji Superia 400 which would have been freaking perfect which turned out to be Ilford 400 black and white which aside from costing a goddamn fortune to develop is also black and white at a godman mother fucking color fest of a carnival.
Okay no sweat, I'm calm. So Ed calls, no Diane, do we wanna go to a picnic? Sure why not. Blah blah blah... It's six o'clock and we're at this park eating sandwiches and chicken etc and I'm shooting away in a camera that I am sure is loaded for bear, again Fuji Superia 400 when I realize that every crank is not moving the wind knob which on the Cosmic Symbol means film is not advancing and I've been taking pictures of nothing as I had two months ago shot some chrome slide film in this bitch, rewound it and then just tossed in the back of my truck so I re-load the camera and go again. Do you see how fucking calm I am? Do ya?
Okay so Mondo is kicking a plastic bag around. He's a sweet bear of a kid and he's whooping it up and I go to shoot him and he runs away. I offer money, I say Mondo how about some cash so I can make some pretty pictures of you kicking that bag around and he say's yes and his dad Ed says yes and Mondo sees the camera and runs away. Needless to say somehow I managed to shoot two rolls of 35mm and maybe just maybe got some good shots.
So we stop at Ana's and give her the phone which she loves which she loves even more when she realizes we're paying for it and let me stress I love Ana. She's like a sister to my wife and my wife needs that but I hang with her.. er.. husband Emilio who I get along with but who is aparently quite a prick so whatever that says about me and anyhow I still have to get Pola home and then get Ed and go see Sin City which is fucking excellant and which finally proves how great a director Robert Rodriguez actually happens to be which might be the point of all this except no, it's just to say that Sunday was a good day and how many of those to we ever get.
Oh yeah, Ed was hammered and couldn't stop singing the theme song to "Mucha Lucha" and the 120 I shot at the carnival was Fuji Provia which slide film and cost like six million dollars to process and print. Happy Fucking Sunday.
Okay now Sunday rolls around and Pola wants to go to breakfast which takes like two hours because the Village Inn is feeding the whole goddamn city but what the hell, I have some kind of super bad ass fried egg and taters with heaps of meat fried in grease thing served in a pan with pancakes on the side and about two fucking gallons of piss poor, but hell there was a lot of it, coffee. Then she says she wants to give Ana a cell phone as Ana just started a new job and has a piece of shit car which is okay with me, the cell phone not the car which might in fact be made by the Deathtrap compnany, but that takes another two and a half hours and I still haven't hooked up with Denver who's supposed to go to the batting cages with me etc.
Okay now it's like two and Pola splits and Denver never show's which leaves me at some kind of suck hole evil carvinal slash danger fest at the mall of all places shooting crazy, shouldn't be at the mall, fair rides. Okay no one punches me. That was cool. Got some good Polaroids and a few great shots on the Stellar but I also ran a roll of 35mm in the Pix Pano which I thought was my standard Fuji Superia 400 which would have been freaking perfect which turned out to be Ilford 400 black and white which aside from costing a goddamn fortune to develop is also black and white at a godman mother fucking color fest of a carnival.
Okay no sweat, I'm calm. So Ed calls, no Diane, do we wanna go to a picnic? Sure why not. Blah blah blah... It's six o'clock and we're at this park eating sandwiches and chicken etc and I'm shooting away in a camera that I am sure is loaded for bear, again Fuji Superia 400 when I realize that every crank is not moving the wind knob which on the Cosmic Symbol means film is not advancing and I've been taking pictures of nothing as I had two months ago shot some chrome slide film in this bitch, rewound it and then just tossed in the back of my truck so I re-load the camera and go again. Do you see how fucking calm I am? Do ya?
Okay so Mondo is kicking a plastic bag around. He's a sweet bear of a kid and he's whooping it up and I go to shoot him and he runs away. I offer money, I say Mondo how about some cash so I can make some pretty pictures of you kicking that bag around and he say's yes and his dad Ed says yes and Mondo sees the camera and runs away. Needless to say somehow I managed to shoot two rolls of 35mm and maybe just maybe got some good shots.
So we stop at Ana's and give her the phone which she loves which she loves even more when she realizes we're paying for it and let me stress I love Ana. She's like a sister to my wife and my wife needs that but I hang with her.. er.. husband Emilio who I get along with but who is aparently quite a prick so whatever that says about me and anyhow I still have to get Pola home and then get Ed and go see Sin City which is fucking excellant and which finally proves how great a director Robert Rodriguez actually happens to be which might be the point of all this except no, it's just to say that Sunday was a good day and how many of those to we ever get.
Oh yeah, Ed was hammered and couldn't stop singing the theme song to "Mucha Lucha" and the 120 I shot at the carnival was Fuji Provia which slide film and cost like six million dollars to process and print. Happy Fucking Sunday.
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