DAY 1 - 1/9/2002:
So I'm on the shuttle bus from the Salt Lake City aeropuerto up to Park-Ass City to schlep around at the Sundance dilly-o like I'm worth a turd in a punch bowl. Only other time I was in this state was on my cross-country trip when I stopped here to catch the 1 AM opening night showing of Star Wars: Special Edition. Fuckin' Greedo!
So I'm nervous about a few things - 1) fucking something up colossally, getting fired or something, completely screwing up my simple tasks that I will be assigned, 2) continuing my streak of marginally humiliating myself in front of celebrities (marginal because that's all it has to be to make me wallow in it and groan in mute nostril agony about it when I'm trying to fall asleep), and 3) it feels like I should have more paperwork than I do. I've been told it's all kosher, but I fear I've forgotten something integral and I'll be a positively-identified and proven idiot. I'm sure everything can be cleared up, but I'd rather not feel like a goddamned moron right off the bat.
I'm hoping to find a little inspiration in this experience, basically. As with any jackass what jabbers on about movies, I've got aspirations of writing my own stuff, starring in it, etc., but I haven't been writing much other than these reviews for a while now. It's not as though these things can be forced, but I'd like to have some sort of firing of my creative synapses to get them thar juices up and running. Of course, I have no discipline with which to sustain them, but I'll hop that scotch when I come to it.
Must be off - trying to write in a van bouncing over mountains is infuriating.
DAY 2 - 1/10/2002
There are fish related trinkets permeating this domicile. I'm not sure how I feel about this.
I've been instructed by my friend Bryan Enk, film and theater impresario and mastermind behind Happy Tree Sprite Productions, to see the Sarah Polley short film "I Shout Love" and give him a report, and this I will attempt to do. Although we don't have the fancy in-depth film catalogs yet, I want to see "Love Liza" simply because the director, Todd Louiso, was in High Fidelity and I love that movie more every time I see it. Also, tonight we are to see "Pumpkin" featuring Christina Ricci and a documentary about a Britney Spears drag queen. Or perhaps a "clever mockumentary." We'll see.
Nothing much to report yet. Cold ain't so bad, there's Olympic shit floating around, there's a tricky ice patch on our doorstep, I'm eating Mueslix. I must be off. Yes, like a prom dress. Yes, I must make like a baby and head out.
So I've been trained, yet I feel completely unqualified to tear tickets. Weird. Probably just my nervous nellies about botching stuff. I've got issues, I know.
DAY 3 - 1/11/2002