ratsonjulia

came to this site from a link on "Bust" a month or so ago & decided that it was just what I was looking for after much fruitless poking around in the information trough...
at present listening to Guy Clark's "cold dog soup" & drinking a beer, smoking, trying to decide whether I want to go to my "shift barbeque" up in the mountains....
plus: up in the mountains
minus: have to leave house
plus: keg of beer
minus: spit-roasted pig
plus: hangin' around with the folks from work
minus: hangin' around with the folks from work

there's something inherently disturbing about both the phrase & the actuallity of a "spit-roasted pig". a few years ago I worked on the set of a film that had a luau scene that was to be filmed over the course of a couple of nights, for which the props dept. had procured I think, 5 whole roasted pigs (having, apparently, never heard of paper-mache). there were also something like 500 extras. extras who became bored as shooting dragged on. somewhere towards dawn the second night the pigs had been...well...dismantled...& there were a few porcine heads sailing thru the air between shots...since then I kinda prefer pigs to be conscious.
had I planned things a little better, I'd be on my way to Utah for a sort of vestigial "burning man" whatsis that some friends put on every year but I've been sort of a slug lately & I don't think it's going to happen (cantankerous car, have to be back to work on sunday)
I do need to get the hell out of this town for a bit, tho.