So it looks like the Japanese part of our film festival might not be happening after all, due to the apparently arbitrary rejection of some legal application. Or something. I don't know the nitty gritty details (and I don't really want to), but the end result: the Japanese program has to go.
But hey, misery is funny, right? I think the best humor comes out of shitty things that happen, although I prefer them to be happening to someone else . . .
It's still Tuesday in my head, so this counts as a Tuesday entry!
I had a really long and stressful day today that involved riding in an ambulance for the first time in my life and spending a few hours in the psychiatric ward of a large hospital, also for the first time in my life (and neither for myself, fortunately).
I'm still a bit restless and unable to sleep, and the only cure is lolcats.
Basically, I want a 5-plate set of the "invisible series." ie. Like this, but just the kitteh alone:
My dentist told me a few years ago that I grind my teeth, so I usually wear a night guard to keep myself from destroying my teeth. This is apparently what it sounds like when I don't wear my night guard.
My parents can get around in English, but dinner conversations are always a bit tricky. I foresee an interesting trilingual night . . .
Speaking of parents, my mom screwed up her right knee (in addition to her already-busted-left-knee) and my dad his right ankle this weekend. My poor parents are limping around the house . . . scary to see them getting old. eek!
As of late last month, I've been helping out in the International Comedy Film Festival coming up in December. Basically, my job is to email distribution companies to get quotes for the films we want to screen, but tracking down the films has proved to be more difficult than I'd initially thought.
I just remembered this incident from about a year ago. You see a lot of weird things in Berlin, but this caught me a bit off guard because it was in broad daylight near Hackescher Markt (v. touristy area).
I don't know about you, but there was just something grotesquely funny about him being fully dressed (inc. socks) except for his pants and underwear.
I'm always a bit wary of sharing too much information about my life online (too late), so I immediately started to regret it when I started making a BMB page on Facebook. And because I'm a wuss, I also get paranoid that the people I draw about will somehow get offended (they probably wouldn't care). Anyway, this was what I was going through yesterday:
Right. I'm going to go through with this page thing slowly, but in the meantime, here is the link!