9:12 p.m. - 2003-11-04
5 year olds
so there we are painting the foyer of the house today, and trying to get at the tricky bits behind those old-fashioned radiators... you know the ones. usually painted metallic silver or bronze, and chipped and flaking and charming in a "rats under the floorboards but so full of character" way.
"i wonder how they used to paint behind these damn things, back in the day?"
"i dunno. they probably used some kind of special tool."
"like what? a 5-year old?"
so that was our day today. fun though. tomorrow is all laid back, outdoors (praying for sun) and (supposedly) easy, with lots of time to worry about the fx nightmare that thursday might yet become. all smoke and burn barrels and flapping plastic... and in theory, it'll all be perfect, but there are just too many unknowns for me to be entirely comfortable. i hate coordinating the department - let somebody else lose sleep over this mess, i'll gladly lose the paycheck that accompanies it - it just isn't fun, this way. what i do like is that, rather than helping some lame-ass company market more garbage, this is a public service announcement, for the salvation army. it's a lot easier to feel good about what i do when i'm working for folk that at least try to make a positive difference. then again, ask me again when this is all over with - i might feel differently about it by then. depends on how thursday goes.
