Am I ever glad yesterday is finally over with. It was the absolute final deadline to submit for the South by Southwest festival. First the cleaned up audio from the post guy was in the wrong format, so we had to drive to his work in Hollywood to pick it up. Then the music cues were off, so I had to spend an hour fudging them around till they worked. Then on top of all of that my firewire drives fucking crash on me! 
I had to spend an hour telling Adobe Premier where the fuck the files were for the cut, then spend 4 more hours waiting for the whole thing to render the effects again, THEN put the whole thing on a VHS and rush down to the only post office close to me that was still open at 9:00pm by the airport! THEN the shop that sells bubblewrapped envelopes was closed, so I had to drive around the airport looking for a Office Depot that I knew existed but didn't remember how to get to. Drive back to the post office and wait in line as 5 people ahead of me couldn't figure out how to work the damn self service postage meter!
But I got it in just in time and it was still post marked with the 6th on it, so now all we have to do is wait till the 14 of Feb. to see if we made it in.
I'm feeling much better now though.
Now all I have to do is go shopping for christmas presents.
I had to spend an hour telling Adobe Premier where the fuck the files were for the cut, then spend 4 more hours waiting for the whole thing to render the effects again, THEN put the whole thing on a VHS and rush down to the only post office close to me that was still open at 9:00pm by the airport! THEN the shop that sells bubblewrapped envelopes was closed, so I had to drive around the airport looking for a Office Depot that I knew existed but didn't remember how to get to. Drive back to the post office and wait in line as 5 people ahead of me couldn't figure out how to work the damn self service postage meter!
But I got it in just in time and it was still post marked with the 6th on it, so now all we have to do is wait till the 14 of Feb. to see if we made it in.
I'm feeling much better now though.
Now all I have to do is go shopping for christmas presents.
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Right, now you're bigged - the near miss.
So I'm walking to the chemists yesterday and on my way there I see and pass this woman and weird looking dude. From his sunken eyes, hung look, dirty face, cheap clothes and walk I could this guy was a junkie. One of the 'Hoofields' lot - it's real easy to spot the junkies round these parts.
Anyway I'm in the chemist and it starts raining. I leave the chemists and head for home. On my way home I approach the bus stop and guess who's there waiting for a ride to 'Hoofields'?
As an aside - Hoofields is a 20 minute walk from that bus stop. Why that crowd rely on the buses so much is beyond me. Lazy swine.
At this moment in time, there's no problem on my part. He's just standing around talking to his fellows.
Then he spits in public.
Two things that draw my ire - spitting and junkies.
Try as I did to disguise my disgust, my faced frowned nasty towards the guy. He saw this, we locked eyes. We engaged in a short, 3 seconds max, personal staredown.
In that time I resolved to whack the fucker if he spat on or at me, irregardess of his friends being around or not. He must have gotten that message in the staredown. His face contorted. I'd challenged him.
I broke off the stare and pushed the prescription into my pockets - heart tablets for mum, she needed them - and I wasn't about to let that filth even get a grab at them.
The ball was in this guy's court. He knew what pissed me off. the question now: was he going to start something?
I'm walking on, I pass the bus stop, I feel this guy looking at me. Had I turned around shit would have started, it was that sort of situation.
I walk past and on. Once I past the junkie starts swearing and cursing, about what I couldn't tell you. Could only tell you he said 'fuck' a lot. If it was about me I really couldn't have cared. Foul language just doesn't offend me, even if it's towards me because I'm not going to risk a jail sentence over what some ignorant bastard says - unless it's towards family or a friend who doesn't deserve it (and I have a fair few who do
Two things I learned about this whole thing:
1. I really must disguise my emotions better in public. If I lived in a city I would have gotten involved in something by now.
2. There's nobody on this island that dares fucks with me one on one. Actually that's nothing really new consideing I'm 6' 5'' and deceptively strong - not to big myself up or anything
There ends the anedote. Go in peace.