All this week, I have had almost nothing to do at work. My equipment is on order, but I am beginning to suspect that it will never come. What nefarious plans can they have for me, that they would offer me a job just to sit in my office and think strange thoughts?

Still, I cannot complain too loudly, since I do have work and all the downtime has given me some ideas. I started an advertising campaign for logjamming.com, loren and I's web hosting company. You can catch textads for it on kuro5hin, metafilter, daypop, and blogger. Can anyone think of other good places to advertise? I'm toying with the idea of setting up a Google Adwords account. We only do textads so far, but we might do banners on blog*spot and skylab.

Here is a mock up of a banner I made. We're gonna make banners that say little goofy things about logjamming, sort of like the Killoggs titles. This is just an example. Any ideas?



Another thing I am working on is "A Summer of Shows". We're gonna do a show every two weeks this summer at the dirtfarm, along with video artists and spoken word and charities and vegetarian BBQ and all sorts of fun stuff, hopefully. The first weekend is all lined up, with Early Humans, the Great Collector, Carrion and Vincent Price's Orphan Powered Death Machine playing. It looks like Majority Rule, Strong Intention and True North may do shows, and I've asked QandnotU, Page 99, Lightning Bolt... A lot of other bands, too. If it comes together half as nice as I hope, it'll be great.

Tonight, I'm going to my film workshop class. I contacted my actors and will be meeting with them when I come back from my trip. We shoot April 6th-7th. I'll post my scene on here at some point soon.

Oh yes, my trip. Saturday I fly to Baton Rouge. While I'm there I hope to see a lot of you. Brian Bibbly is going to help me file papers to make logjamming more official than it is, and I'm going to do my taxes (and logjamming's). I'll be in New Orleans a lot, hanging with the Big Head Crew (evan).

I'll take a page from Milky's book : Anyone who wants a postcard, email me your address (even if I already have it). It's doubtful you'll get anything written to you personally, but I'm gonna be going through my remaining belongings at my parents and will simply find interesting things, cut them into the shape of a postcard and mail them. So maybe that will be better than something handwritten. Maybe not. Who knows?

I hadn't bothered to think about it all afternoon, because I was reading and drawing and doing my homework, but Michelle Williams never called. I gave her my phone number and said we should be friends. I guess I didn't really expect her to call. Tomorrow, I'd ask her why not.
I finished all my homework for once, but I still didn't feel relaxed like I do on Fridays. Tomorrow was PE and who knows what kind of terrible torcher I would go through. Maybe they'd want me to climb the ropes. I would always just say no I can't, and get the laughing over with, instead of trying and failing and everyone laughing at me anyway. What if we were playing team sports? Please world, don't let us play team sports. I wish tomorrow was Tuesday and we had music class instead.
Out the window, cars whooshed by on the street. In the sky the man on the moon winked, and the stars twinkled. I tried to remember where I was from.
If only they knew back home what it was like for me down here. How real everything felt. Living the life of a normal 7 year old Earth girl. The only thing I had to remind me of home was a little pouch of glass beads. At home, they are very valuable. Glass is like diamonds there.
On my planet, I am nobility, and everyone is just like me. The radio station broadcasts all my favorite weird songs, and our anthem makes no sense translated into English. Many things are upside down and strange. Just like me.
My years on Earth are hardly any time at all at home. When my Earth body dies I am going home to give a report and write a book all about the culture. On Earth... they cut down a lot of trees to make milk cartons and toilet paper. There is only one species on Earth that talks; the humans. Lots of people carry weapons and kill each other for no reason. Their day is a quarter as long, their lives and planet are so small, and they make their lives even shorter.
Worst of all, they make all of their young go to elementary school, where they teach you boring useless things, and they make you run around and play dodge ball, softball, baseball, kickball, basketball, football, how to do forward rolls, climb ropes, and run laps. If you do not succeed you are taunted by all of the other children, PLUS you get a bad grade and your parents get mad at you. They all dress funny, and yet they taunt me for the way I dress. On my planet we wear bright colors in crazy styles and everything is gaudy and flashy and a work of art. And everyone is beautiful, especially me. I give speeches about my Universal travels, to huge audiences.
Well, of course, since I'm an alien, I don't care that they make fun of me. I will live for thousands of their Earth years. The only reason I really wanted Michelle Williams to call me was so I could observe her while we play dolls and wear makeup like little Earth girls do.
"April, it's time to get ready for bed. Have you taken a bath?," my mother calls up the stairs.
But it's all so real. Are they going to come for me? Please- I'm done observing, I want to go home. The sky doesn't say a word, and no signals make their way back to me. Do they still remember me, am I still famous and revered? I wish I could go back to where I belong, I really do. It's only one little Earthling lifetime, but it seems so long to me.