. dean cameron's nigerian spam scam scam!

Sunday, August 29, 2004
  ugly
victor and i went to see andrew maxwell last night. a great irish comic. man, he's great. he rides around on a tricycle to four circles he draws on the stage and talks about different things from each circle.

a contrived premise (aren't they all?) but really fucking wonderful. of course he's a socialist and that's where we part company, but like all socialists, his heart is in the right place. it's just the method of making the world better we disagree upon.

he has a great line: ever hit a transvestite? it's all the fun of hitting a woman withoutany of the guilt.

fucking great.

also, great show with the pc cowboys last night. nifty.

in other news:

now it's going to get ugly.

this is where people put their hands in and decide that they know bestand that things should be changed.

"there is no way you can appear in hollywood palms"
"no one will ever make this movie with you attached"
okay.
bring it, fuckers.
i'm ready to come home.
apparently, i'm not the only one who is of the mind that the weather is sucking ass in the bad way. the people who live here are bummed atthe weather, too. they say it's cold.

IF THEY SAY IT'S COLD IT MUST FUCKING BE FUCKING COLD, RIGHT?!

right.

complain, complain.

do not come back. do not come back. remember that.

i will, perhaps, be eating words next july.

great shows the last two days. sell-outs. great audiences. really great audiences.

two more shows and we should be selling out.

the ONLY thing bringing people to the theater is word of mouth. the good news is: i will have a plethora of posters to bring home. i believe they've put up a total of 10 posters around Edinburgh. at first, i thought it was just me being pissy about the lack of promotion, but it's not. there's been none.

there's a big difference to the press, which the press agent has done a great job getting, and the actual postering/flyering that hasn't been done.

i am fighting that urge that i always have to slash and burn all relationships at the end of projects. it is a weird fucking urge that i've always had and acted on for many years. i'm just trying to keep my fucking mouth shut and not speak my mind which is probably not firing on all cylinders right now.

i want to hurt people. bad. and i know how to do it.

just a couple more days and i can wake up with jessie laughing because the world will be beautiful and safe again.
 
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