brass in pocket
I'd forgotten quite how exhilarating and maddening That Thing is. The uncertainty, the excitement, the bounciness it imbues you with, and yet also the nail-biting, the examining and re-examining, the puzzling over, the "don't be silly!... or maybe..."
(What are you *talking* about? You know, That Thing.)
It's like stress, but in a good way. Mostly good. There is always the possibility that you will mistranslate, much in the manner of Wesley from Angel, and then the consequences will be... well, not dire, but possibly quite awkward. Then again, the other possibility is that you miss something that's staring you in the face, and it's always better to regret something you did rather than blah blah fishcakes... I bite my hand to shut myself up.
This week, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs will play in my head and on my discman: 'Date With The Night' and 'Black Tongue' for the adrenaline and excitement; 'Maps' for the inevitable, self-created melodrama. Why? Because That Thing feels a bit like this:
(Oh, and apologies for being extra cryptic, but I should clarify for the benefit of a tiny number of people reading this that it's not a reference to That Other Thing, from the weekend just gone. That was... self-contained, shall we say. A special guest star, for one episode only. Whereas That Thing is me trying to film a pilot. Shut up, Joe! Ahem.)
I'd forgotten quite how exhilarating and maddening That Thing is. The uncertainty, the excitement, the bounciness it imbues you with, and yet also the nail-biting, the examining and re-examining, the puzzling over, the "don't be silly!... or maybe..."
(What are you *talking* about? You know, That Thing.)
It's like stress, but in a good way. Mostly good. There is always the possibility that you will mistranslate, much in the manner of Wesley from Angel, and then the consequences will be... well, not dire, but possibly quite awkward. Then again, the other possibility is that you miss something that's staring you in the face, and it's always better to regret something you did rather than blah blah fishcakes... I bite my hand to shut myself up.
This week, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs will play in my head and on my discman: 'Date With The Night' and 'Black Tongue' for the adrenaline and excitement; 'Maps' for the inevitable, self-created melodrama. Why? Because That Thing feels a bit like this:
(Oh, and apologies for being extra cryptic, but I should clarify for the benefit of a tiny number of people reading this that it's not a reference to That Other Thing, from the weekend just gone. That was... self-contained, shall we say. A special guest star, for one episode only. Whereas That Thing is me trying to film a pilot. Shut up, Joe! Ahem.)
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