Patrick Seitz

December 08, 2005

Slacking and packing...

I've got this quirk (read: failing) when it comes to keeping track of time. I just don't have a head for it. I wear my watch when I go out, and I'm pretty good about putting events and such on my calendar, but if I don't take a moment and give it some thought, things are liable to sneak up on me.

Like my impending move, for example.

It occurred to me only this afternoon that I might want to start getting my mail and utilities switched over. I hopped online and got them taken care of, but it does look like I'm going to have to change DSL service providers--losing my current e-mail address in the process.

If I were tech-savvy, I'd just do my e-mail through this site. Maybe I'll bug Mike to see how one does that.

I spent most of the day boxing, bagging, and tossing sundry possessions of mine. The floor is starting to reappear, so I must be at least halfway done with the packing.

This move is going to be a lot less stressful than my last one. That time, everything was really rushed. I found out mid-December that I had directing work waiting for me, and less than a week and a half later, I had found a place and was mostly moved in. The overlap between my current lease and my new place is a bit of a pain financially, but at least I'll have an adequate buffer. Mainly, it means I only have to move the stuff I'm actually keeping; I can schlep my donated items down to the local Out of the Closet at my leisure.

In other news, I ran into a former student of mine (and a few former cast members of mine) at the Borders in Riverside. He realized it was me only after handing me the CD I'd just mentioned aloud, and we had a simultaneous "Whoa--it's you!" moment. One of the girls is still at Notre Dame, which means she must have been a freshman that year we did "A Midsummer Night's Dream". I feel like I've been gone so long. It's odd to think that there are still students there who might have encountered "Mr. Seitz". So much has happened to me both professionally and personally since I left ND. Was it only three years ago?

Anyhow, enough navel-gazing for one entry.

The holiday shopping is going fair-to-middlin'. I'm doing as much of it as I can online, but I won't be able to avoid the malls completely. Example: I have to go down to EB Games to hock my DVDs and buy a PS2 game for somebody--the perfect plan, unless he goes O. Henry on me and sells his PS2 to buy me a DVD rack. I'm hoping this trade-in trip leads to more store credit and less anal brigandage, as my last attempt at this was something of a fiscal fiasco.

"Fiscal fiasco"...I like the sound of that.

Say "San Francisco's fiscal fiasco" ten times fast.

Apropos of nothing, "Memoirs of a Geisha" opens Friday. There's a lot of flack coming from all sides as to the casting of Chinese Ziyi Zhang as the movie's titular Japanese heroine. But, damn, if you're going to stir up Sino-Japanese tensions, I can't think of a prettier actress with whom to do it.

Keep casting her, Hollywood. I don't care how improbable the role. You cast Ziyi Zhang as Martha Washington in a film, I'll go see it. Joan of Arc, Sojourner Truth, Caesar Borgia...you name the role, I'll wholeheartedly endorse her playing it.

Posted by patrick at December 8, 2005 02:07 AM

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Damn, try this -- I can't believe I've known you since you were a puppy. Hell, since I was almost a puppy. (Okay. An adult dog?) Sigh. Those wonderful days in the 90s, when the worst thing a president could do was get a blowjob...

Lovin' "Towing Jehovah", BTW. When do you need the moving help again?

(BTW, Out of the Closet frequently way overprices donations -- just ask my BF about that one...)

(Hint. Hint. Hint...)

(Or not...)

Posted by: TW at December 10, 2005 01:38 AM

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