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A Visit to the Community Architect Building Up the Block
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"I want to be an architect and build a hotel and entertainment complex in New York bigger than the Plaza Hotel."
- BMH, 2010
Well, How Does This Plot Annually?
In last night's dream I worked at a second-tier amusement park as a guy in gorilla costume who rode on a Fun Train with other characters. Periodically the Fun Train would speed through the park and the characters would wave and smile but I--as Gorilla--would growl, roar, and wave my hairy arms. I actually could frighten the children as part of my gig.
Interestingly, I was also the park representative of the character's union (or character advisory board or whatever) and it was the last day of the season so I was working with the park accountant on closing out my budget. Apparently I was around $700 over my allotted spending limit. In costume (minus smelly, superheated head) and clipping myself onto the Fun Train with a carabiner I asked the trailing accountant, "well, how does this plot annually?" since I wanted to know if my spending was an anomaly. The accountant diagrammed an increasing deficit over the past five years and declared it as "pretty normal." I asked if I had to pay this amount back and he said with a dry laugh that I didn't.
It was time for the last run on this last day and last day as character rep. The Fun Train lurched forward and through the backstage gates. I started to put my gorilla head on and begin the roaring/arm-waving routine. I shouted, "Let's do this shit!" to my Fun Train homies.
At one of the train's stops a man taking photos came really close to me as I worked my gorilla act. The man had extremely hairy arms and I really played that up to the assembled. I was huffing and puffing, panting hard in the style of the style of a gorilla (or in the style of a guy in a gorilla costume on his last day of work). I was pointing to him and to me; demonstrating our gorilla similarities. People laughed.
I couldn't figure out who was poking me though. But it was annoying. I was doing my gorilla thing and killing! The poking continued and I heard, "Honey. Honey! You're dreaming. It's okay."
I awoke and the season was over.
Interestingly, I was also the park representative of the character's union (or character advisory board or whatever) and it was the last day of the season so I was working with the park accountant on closing out my budget. Apparently I was around $700 over my allotted spending limit. In costume (minus smelly, superheated head) and clipping myself onto the Fun Train with a carabiner I asked the trailing accountant, "well, how does this plot annually?" since I wanted to know if my spending was an anomaly. The accountant diagrammed an increasing deficit over the past five years and declared it as "pretty normal." I asked if I had to pay this amount back and he said with a dry laugh that I didn't.
It was time for the last run on this last day and last day as character rep. The Fun Train lurched forward and through the backstage gates. I started to put my gorilla head on and begin the roaring/arm-waving routine. I shouted, "Let's do this shit!" to my Fun Train homies.
At one of the train's stops a man taking photos came really close to me as I worked my gorilla act. The man had extremely hairy arms and I really played that up to the assembled. I was huffing and puffing, panting hard in the style of the style of a gorilla (or in the style of a guy in a gorilla costume on his last day of work). I was pointing to him and to me; demonstrating our gorilla similarities. People laughed.
I couldn't figure out who was poking me though. But it was annoying. I was doing my gorilla thing and killing! The poking continued and I heard, "Honey. Honey! You're dreaming. It's okay."
I awoke and the season was over.
Thursday
Little Chinese Man Face Grape
When Little Chinese Man Face Grape talks, you'd best listen closely, for Little Chinese Man Face Grape know what he speaks.
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