July 8, 2008
I swear Mission Hill parking is a cruel game.
My current favorite are these temporary "no parking on either side of the street" signs, showing the two dates they'll be doing work. (generally today and tomorrow.)
Rather than, you know, actually fixing the street, they seem to be enjoying just coming back every other day, covering up the old dates with white tape, and then writing in the next two days. (So in theory there's no weekday parking at all, except some people seem wise to or utterly ignorant of this game, to the extent they still parked there following the street cleaning side restriction.)
Half the streets in Mission Hill seem to be in this twilight zone of non-parking.
So this morning I got called by my Uncle, who told me a cop stopped by and asked that I move my car from what I thought was a safe spot since they might want to move the dumpster that day. I had to travel back home and prowl for a street unwatched by the steely gaze of whoever's putting up those "don't park here for two days" signs.
Movie Dialog of the Moment
"Have you slept with anyone?"
"No. Have you?"
"That was a long pause...
...I guess it doesn't really matter"
"No it doesn't"
"You got bruises on your body."
"...Whatever happens in the end
I don't want to lose you as my friend."
I will never be your friend.
No matter what. Ever."
"If we fuck I'm going to feel
like shit tomorrow."
"That's okay with me."
"I love you.
I never hurt you on purpose."
"I don't care."
"Want to see my view of Paris?"
--from "Hotel Chevalier", a kind of prologue to "Darjeeling Limited". Each [...] represents a pause with embraces and kissing.