archives for September 2005
forgive me
Saturday 24 September 2005 | I like a cookie
I just ate a small yellow pear my landlady gave me. It came off a tree much older than I am and for that matter probably older than she is in her seventies. It was cold, having been in the fridge for a couple of days now—I had to half-peel it, scratched and bruised as [...]
overheard from production, vol. 1, no. 9 [final edition]
Tuesday 13 September 2005 | I like a cookie
“What are those white pills called we used to take on the bus? I don’t remember, but they made me go for days….Dammit! Why can’t I remember?” “Well, maybe….” “Yeah, I know. It’s probably because of the pills.” • Vol. 1, No. 9 will be the last issue of OfP, owing to the large partition [...]
read ‘overheard from production, vol. 1, no. 9 [final edition]’
overheard from production, vol. 1, no. 8 [special labor day bonus edition]
Friday 2 September 2005 | I like a cookie
“Oh my God, they look like psychos—stoned psychos!” “Hey, I don’t do this for beauty, you know what I’m saying? I do this so I can stay in my house.” • “You know how they drive those golf carts around on the studio lots? Well they have a golf cart driving school. And this one [...]
read ‘overheard from production, vol. 1, no. 8 [special labor day bonus edition]’
