August 27, 2004
Ladies, don’t marry an artist type. I came home for lunch today to meet the plumber. He was called out by Kathy to fix the water pressure on the new fridge (it trickles) and go up on the roof and see what’s wrong with the studio cooler (it’s blowng luke warm air). As soon as he saw the Big 25 (family slang for our anniversary refrigerater) he immediately told me he couldn’t increase the water pressure because of our osmosis water deal (anti-pump-akosis, ga-wabbi-nanthou-fibulator, is what I heard) and he went on the roof of the studio, turned on a copper tube and charged me $89. I felt like a total loser. Like I couldn’t have done this myself.
From there it was pretty much downhill. I was supposed to meet the ladies at the Cave Creek Museum to go over a display they are doing on me, and I missed that. Stood them up. Felt awful. Didn’t get a damn piece of artwork done in the office. Just procrastinated and piddled around. Tried to get some lettering going and blew it. Bad, weak and wimpy. The damn image of La Tules posted yesterday mushed out, looks like crap. Robert scanned it as a pump-akosis, ga-wabbi, nanthou-fibulator, and I need to rescan it myself as a gray scale and post it correctly, so you can see what it really looks like.
I did watch the unrated version of Original Sin last night with Angelina Jolie and Antonio Banderas. Ay-yi-yi! Allen Barra was right. What assets she has! And the deep, penetrating plot, Man, this movie is just like Cinemax except it’s with people who can actually act, and they’re good looking. Actually gorgeous is more like it. Evidently, it’s a remake that originally starred Catherine Deneuve and Jean-Paul Belmondo.
Emma Bull informs me that yes, the End of Trail gang has moved their event to Moriarity, New Mexico for next year. That seems like a real dicey propostion to me, but then what do I know? I can’t turn on a cooler. At least in Norco (near Riverside and San Bernadino) they had access to all of Orange County. Change is always risky. Good luck boys and girls.
Heard a great marketing story that involves history. Back in the middle ages a German king wanted to get his people to eat potatoes as a hedge against famine, but at that time, there was great superstition about the underground morsels and it was an almost impossibly tough sell. So, he posted a guard around his potato patch, and people being people, started stealing them and eating them and the rest is Idaho history.
There’s more than one way to appeal a potato, eh? Speakng of which, I need to go to the bank and then the grocery store for some bread.
"The odds of going to the store for a loaf of bread and coming
out with ONLY a loaf of bread are three billion to one."
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