the other shore

 

So I was going out —

And about town Baksy’ing and I ran into these people.  I was about to put my sticker up on a poster and someone said, “That’s our movie, you’re not going to paper over our poster while we are standing here?” 

My reaction was, “Oh yes I will.”  [Because I am just like that.] My friend Cathy’s reaction was, “Of course we won’t.”  [Because she is just like that.]

It resulted in a convo [and I say "convo" just to piss off my friend Raincoaster] in which the woman in the group asked to exchange paper and share, and said, You have to do this too.

["You have to do this too" meant, if she took my paper and handed it out, I had to take her paper and hand it out too.]

It was a really unfair share.  She had about ten really nice printed movie poster postcards.  I handed her about 50 off the cuff cheap paper print offs. And then she asked for some back realizing she was just about out.

 

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Her movie is The Other Shore:  “The Other Shore” follows world record holder and legendary swimmer Diana Nyad as she comes out of a thirty-year retirement to re-attempt swimming 103 miles non-stop from Cuba to Florida. She is clearly insane, who would do that? But it’s pretty freaking great. Go see the movie.

 

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I wonder whether the film chick really did anything with those book papers I handed her or just tossed them.  Me, I went to a lot of trouble to make sure I got those five nice post cards to the right people.  But?  It probably didn’t work.  Five?  That’s hard to make really hit.

 

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I give it to you peeps.  Make it move.  If Film Chick did it right?  She distributed 50 printed pages of the book.  Make it right:

::: THE OTHER SHORE:::

 

escape

 

I just really like this photo.

 

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Yes that is a :::going banksy::: photo

There are more here too I just for some reason really like the one above.

Going Banksy, Austin, TX February 2013

 

closed for max mas

 

 

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*Blog closed for Max’s birthday, see you back here after Tuesday.
*Not doing invites this year, you know who you are, if you should be here, send email for times and locations.

 

who can read a balance sheet anyway?

 

Today I called —

The electric company. Something bizarre has been happening to my bill. Every time I pay it, it doubles. This is not how bills are supposed to work but I have been pretty busy so I have been putting off making this call but eventually fear of having my electricity cut off forces me to make the call when the $500 bill hits.

I get this service person and I say, Listen, there is something drastically wrong with my bill. She asks what. I say, every time I pay it, it appears to go up instead of down.

She asks the name on the account. I tell her. She asks my name. I tell her. She gets very suspicious and makes me verify my identity about five different ways before she relaxes and starts sounding friendly again. [She was really not going for “Max” for a while there.]

She says, Ma’am, that is a credit. I say, I don’t understand? She starts explaining that they refunded my deposit so my bill started being a credit instead of an amount due. I say, Wait, so this means I don’t owe you $500, I have $500 on account with you guys like a bank?

She says, I don’t think you’ll owe us anything for a while here.

 

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It is too bad I can’t write checks on that damn electricity account.

 

my heart breaks

 

Once in a while —

I make the mistake of listening to the radio. Radio stations in Austin are pretty bad in general. [Listen, Austin radio stations if you do not know this, I am sorry to deliver bad news but it is just so.] But I thought tonight I would listen to some Christmas music. And, it was Christmas music. And then the change took place. The Christmas music, which is yearning enough you sort of have to wonder, cut out to love songs about things going really fucking wrong. Heartbreak! Ahhhh!

Now the station I am listening to is stuffing in a Frosty song to pretend it didn’t just go to heartbreak non-Christmas music.

I am not fooled, dumb Austin radio station.