[77] Screed City
[77]
01/08/2022 Saturday. Kitchen Microwave. Beaver Haus. Lower Granville, Vermont.
We did it! The dishes are done, sis. All 82 Sequestered videos. Finished. I am posting the last four tomorrow. One year and two weeks we have been working on this project. And it ended the same way it started. In chaos. I mean, it was a wild ride. A lot of ups and downs. We learned some things along the way. But we believed in ourselves, we worked hard and all of our dreams came true. Here is the link:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3wrczAy4FrckUXLYWaBWcg
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I mean, we did learn a few things. Not many, but some. Mostly we learned that a rag tag group of friends can achieve anything if they just put their minds to it. I mean, it doesn't hurt having a loud, self-centered and insistent, blowhard pushing things forward. See! And here you thought that I think bosses are just a load of horse shit. I mean, I still do. A boss is just a jerk that is good at passing the buck to somebody else. I mean, that is only kind of true. Scott is a good boss because he usually does all the work. Which, I mean, I am joking, but only kind of. A good boss is willing to do all the work but just needs help getting the work done. A horrible boss is someone that just bosses people around. And, I mean, I have known quite a few of those D-bags in my day. Shall I make a list? I won't. But I should.
G hit the skids. I took them to Bromley to meet up with mark. That was after we shot the last video. Last night we had steak and fries. Plus salad. Then we shot a night video. With the idiot goats. Earlier we shot a video in the corn field out back. I was wearing the new horse shoes. Before that we picked Grit up from the school bus. Shot a video of that. Got yelled at by the bus driver "Hey! You can't shoot video! Turn that off!" It snowed for most of the day. Today was very sunny but cold. Freezing cold. Tomorrow is supposed to be more snow. I guess. Or rain, depending on the temp. Professor Curly went to New Ham to see her parentals. She may stay until Monday. Then maybe do a few rips here and there and then head back down to Philly. I don't know what my plan is. Tom thinks we should still do a reading. I am on the fence. I am going to call him tomorrow. Feel him up. I mean, it is either that or go to Portland and do some work at the Brewery. See Brother Luke. Celebrate his birthday. I mean, all of this shit is stuff you could do in a few days, but because there is such a large driving distance, I mean, I guess the work would be like a full week, but you know what I mean. If we had a better system of travel, like infrastructure with like trains and stuff, I could go down to the City, stay the day and then haul ass up to Portland. But as it is, I mean, 10 hours of driving bare minimum. Gas, tolls, whatever. I mean, I would have to stay in Philly, so that will add six hours of driving. I mean, I don't know. I mean, it would be best to somehow push the reading until the beginning of February, but then maybe work is going to start up again in Albany. I mean, why can't PC win that MacArthur? None of this would even be a single issue then. You know? I'm not poor, I'm an artist.
All I know is that I don't think I am going anywhere this next week. Maybe next weekend. Maybe I go to Portland, or I go to the City. Not both though. I should call Jack. I wonder if I could stay on his couch for a few days? I mean, I am aching to get the City at the moment. I won't lie. I mean, if I think about it. The timing might stink though. Omicron-wise. But who knows. Maybe it has already burned itself out down there? I mean, it is not like I would be going out on the town. Just Jack's studio and Tom's studio. And, if what I am learning, I am destined to get it at some point. I mean, right? There comes a time when the momentum of something is just greater than any of the inertia. I mean, it is like the hundred monkees or the nobody likes the weirdo until everyone likes the weirdo. I mean, if nobody is doing anything anymore to stop this thing from spreading, what the hell can I do? I mean, I wear a mask inside of stores. Groceries et cetera. I don't remember the last time I was in a restaurant. I mean, that is not true. If Mickey D's counts and when I went to visit G at school. But that was way back in early December. I mean, I don't know. I just want to do stuff again. I am feeling the cold up here. The icy walkways. The frozen windshields. I mean, I do have these new snow shoes. I think I will go for a walk tomorrow. Out in the corn field. Maybe that will give me some clarity?
We finished the coconut cake! I mean, Scott got the last two slices. I am impressed though. That thing was pure sugar. Did I tell you about the bite that I took? How I felt it running down my leg? Like a drug. And then it was so good I took another bite? And then I was convinced that it gave me diabetes that I haven't eaten any since? But Scott did a good job. He did a great job! I mean, last night was kind of a party. The Prosecco was flowing like wine. Two kinds of steak. Ditch steak and Christmas steak. An entire bag of potatoes fried up. French Fried up. A bag salad of E Coli leaf. With avocados and cherry toms and red onion. And then glass of Prosecco on top of glass of Prosecco. I mean, it wasn't really that much. Just more than a normal get together. Spaced out over three+ hours. But still. By the time Grit and Scott and the Publisher left, Professor Curly could hardly keep her eyes open. And even G said they were going to get to sleep early. I mean, that didn't happen. But, I mean, I don't mean to imply that G was drinking Prosecco, but they were very tired by the end of the party. And, I mean, it was like dragging a bag of teenage cement-vibes out of bed this morning, so I think the idea that they hit the sack early didn't really happen. I mean, when we were driving to Bromley, G was falling asleep and I said "Oh, I thought you were about to take a nap." A song came on the radio that they liked. And they said "Oh, no. I am not tired at all." Fast forward to an hour and a half later. After an hour and a half nap. "I thought you weren't tired?" I mean, I don't mind when people sleep when I am driving. I kind of prefer it. But I did want to talk to them. Get a sense of how they were doing. If they had a good time in Vermont. But I think the nap kind of said that. And, I mean, they are now at home with little Romeo. Getting ready for computer school on Monday. I mean, G is full on teenager now. Their voice when I yell up from the living room. Through the bedroom door. Things are a-changin'. That is all I will say.
Anyhoodles. Just an update. I don't really feel like going into more details. I kind of would like to work on Soft Elbows some more, so I am cutting this short. Peace out.