I'm Going to Make You a Star
May. 25th, 2011 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purejuiceI was trying not to be annoyed by the In Plain Sight crew who has taken over and blocked off our street and my driveway, offered me $75 to park their shit in my driveway (which I passed on), and installed a Port a Potty within uh spitting distance of the Rancho Atomico's front door under my neighbor's, the Hispano -American Princess', eaves, no doubt for remuneration. An outhouse right by the front door, excellent.
I was trying not to be annoyed because when the transformer blew up last night, depriving the hood of electricity, all my neighbors met on the sidewalk and a couple of the crew members appeared and my neighbors were happy to see them and M invited them all to have lunch in her courtyard and Mrs. Roper invited them over for happy hour tonight and said I can't wait to see Mary tomorrow, in an apparent reference to the star of the show who -- never mind. My neighbors were really happy about it and I decided I didn't need to be so fuckin' grouchy all the time.
Then I had to tell the security guard to move his car from the entrance to the driveway so I could go out to eat dinner since there was no electricity at the Rancho.
Looking north.
So today I emerge at noon to collect my garbage can, which has disappeared. The street is full of movieass vehicles. I ask a passing crew member where is my garbage can, and he, holding a plastic bowl full of spring mix salad, which he's eating as he strolls down the street, says, Oh do you want it now? I said, Where. Is. It. He said, oh, I moved them all down there so the garbage guy could pick them up since we were closing off the street. Do you want it back now? I said no.
Looking south.
Then he said, You want something to eat?
Then I got pissed again. Two bribes and one Portapotty in 24 hours. Feh.
Garbage accumulates as we enter the 12th hour of occupation and the driveway remains partially blocked.
I was trying not to be annoyed because when the transformer blew up last night, depriving the hood of electricity, all my neighbors met on the sidewalk and a couple of the crew members appeared and my neighbors were happy to see them and M invited them all to have lunch in her courtyard and Mrs. Roper invited them over for happy hour tonight and said I can't wait to see Mary tomorrow, in an apparent reference to the star of the show who -- never mind. My neighbors were really happy about it and I decided I didn't need to be so fuckin' grouchy all the time.
Then I had to tell the security guard to move his car from the entrance to the driveway so I could go out to eat dinner since there was no electricity at the Rancho.
Looking north.
So today I emerge at noon to collect my garbage can, which has disappeared. The street is full of movieass vehicles. I ask a passing crew member where is my garbage can, and he, holding a plastic bowl full of spring mix salad, which he's eating as he strolls down the street, says, Oh do you want it now? I said, Where. Is. It. He said, oh, I moved them all down there so the garbage guy could pick them up since we were closing off the street. Do you want it back now? I said no.
Looking south.
Then he said, You want something to eat?
Then I got pissed again. Two bribes and one Portapotty in 24 hours. Feh.
Garbage accumulates as we enter the 12th hour of occupation and the driveway remains partially blocked.
