Entropy

My editing computer bit the big circuit breaker, or some metaphor that’d be meaningful to cybernetic life forms. I pulled everything I thought worth salvaging out of it, including a CD-ROM drive that I’ll PROBABLY never need. Then again, it’s better to need and not have, etc.

The TV in the bedroom is dying. Well, dyingish.

My car went the way of all flesh months ago.

What is this depressing listing in honor of? Entropy. The tendency for ordered systems to become disordered, or the tendency of matter to change over time to widespread uniformity. So, that started me thinking. What if when things break down, they’re NOT breaking down as much as moving toward some other purpose, that we don’t either recognize or understand? After Atkinson launched his car off the curb and landed it on Dad’s, both cars stopped being cars, but what were they AFTER? That’s either something to ponder or the basis for a story,

Resolution

I resolve to get better work, or at least more active and more satisfying. I also resolve to finish my stories, and be closer to who my wife and son think I am. The good parts, that is.

Pessimism and other stuff

I’ve been doing my job for a month now, and I don’t like it. Between the atmosphere being a mix of “Who cares?” and “You have to do it THIS way, why don’t you know that?” and just a lot of loud people arguing, it’s not a healthy environment. Still, it beats unemployment and the post office, so there’s that. Trouble is, we don’t really DO anything most of the time. We fix traffic’s mistakes(just like Spotlight) and sit around a lot (just like Spotlight.) I wish I could get somewhere that actually put something on air that people WANT to watch.

Still, it’s a job.

Wallpaper

Dre-ee-eeeams, Dreams Dreams Dreams….Just doesn’t work without the music.

Recently, Brian’s therapist moved from one practice to another. He was also seeing a psychiatrist every three months to update a prescription. Well, that involved much unpleasantness and old psychiatrists being snarky and new psychiatrists having offices that were really really hard to find, blah blah blah. Maybe someday I’ll tell the whole story.

So, this morning, I have a dream that we had to get the kid yet ANOTHER shrink. All three of us pile into the car, and drive up and down forested hills. Finally, we get to a flat part with an old 1980′s era strip mall. At least, that looked to be the last time anyone had been there. There’s an electronics shop present, so me being me, I look inside. There’s a sweet turntable there, but there’s no one in the store to buy it, and the fall leaves are blowing in the setting sunlight, and Stace and Boo want to get back on the road. A few hills later, we come across the First Place Winner For School Most Resembling Miskatonic U, complete with flickering gaslights and fizzling electric lights. We’re supposed to meet New Shrink in the office in the library. Upon going in, we see George Takei working behind the desk. I’d met him at a convention years ago, describing how my car was the Excelsior because it was big, white, ugly, and didn’t go very fast at first but later proved to be really tough.

Yeah, I’m a geek.

So, George remembers me. He’s working in the creepy library for some reason, and looking for books on mummies. (What….?) Turns out, on my bookshelf in the dining room, I have the books he’s looking for. They belonged to my mom, and now to me. (True story, but I don’t think George is actually looking for them.) So, Stace asks him where the shrink’s office is. George shows us, the shrink is a lovely woman, George is in the meeting for some reason offering comments and advice for my kid’s treatment, meanwhile Brian has this look of. “What the hell….?” on his face.

That’s when I woke up, thinking that tacos and chocolate cream pie before bed leads to really cool but useless for actual writing dreams.

Looks Like I Need To Learn To Joust

…because I’m officially freelancing. See what I did there? Yeah, you see it.

I’ve shot a couple shows with Frame X Frame Media/ Silver Sound Productions. Monday I start editing down at E.B.E. Productions. I’m going to be getting PAID.

Maybe now I can start building up some self-respect.

The last week

….was a pretty good week. I got to go into Manhattan for an interview that I have a really good feeling about. See, here’s proof—

Paging Mr. Kong and Mr. or Ms. Cloverfield....

It was also on Broadway. Knew I’d make it there eventually.  See?

I tried giving your regards, but the street didn't remember you.

I took the train into the city, enjoyed the heck out of that.  Had an hour to kill before the interview, so first, I found the building.  I thought that was kinda important.  After that, I saw there was a church across 7th Street from the building.  I went in, said a prayer or two, then went up.  The interview went really well.  The guy said he’d be seeing me again once he talked to his partner, so that’s a good sign.  The ride home was on a double decker train.  Coolest thing I’ve ever seen on rails.  Yeah, THERE’s a lot of competition. 

And then, I shot the St. Patrick’s Day Show down at World Cafe Live.  Met a bunch of people, proved myself useful, and had a really good time.  That is, until it was time to leave.  Seems a car blew up (!) in a garage on Chestnut Street near there.  I can barely find my way around Philadelphia when the streets are open, but the bike police officer said the road was closed, so I go the other way, find myself in an industrial park with no way out, see two or three other cars behind me, so we go back.  Turns out there’s a street first, but the One Way sign was meant for the street we were ON, not the one we were TURNING on, so we go back, turn around three times, pay the goblin at the entrance, and go on our merry way.

Then, today, I had another interview, right down the street from the old job.  Felt weird to drive down there again, and during the DAY–whole new experience.  This job is another one where I have all kinds of experience, so I’d fit in easy.  They’re looking to replace the old guy by next week.  Here’s hoping I get one of them… !

I got home, and three people want me to shoot for them according to the e-mails.  One’s a sports group, one’s a one shot corporate deal, and one’s an entertainment company that also wants me to cut.  Hello, Rain?  Commencar el, um, pouring!