An epic turn of events, and despite a grueling day at the office, I'm in one of the best moods ever. My last few days, weeks, months, have been shrouded in a haze. I've been restless and in a funk. I've hung out with friends and been as social as I could be, but let's face it I've been a real melancholy motherfucker.
And I hate that. I'm an optimist at heart. I hated the place I've been in. I mean, come on - you know that things are getting precarious when a psychic approaches you randomly at the market to warn you that your aura's fucked up.
Sunday... did absolutely nothing for much of the day (skimmed a few pages of a manual I've been reading, watched tv, napped quite a bit as you can see in the profile pic). Then later in the evening I met LTrain, Pippi, Jade, and ToxicBoy at the Burgundy Room (sorry, too lazy to deal on links, you'll have to click their names on my friends list). My favorite bartender in the universe Stephanie was there but not working, we got to chat a bit and dance a bit more. I'm so glad to get to meet Jade, we had some really cool conversation as well as enjoyed drinks and there may have been some dancing.
Because of the excessive laziness of the week I wasn't suffering at work on Monday, despite it being hella busy. In the course of the day, a plan was hatched to hit Blue Monday, a Monday night 80's club in Hollywood. Boobookittyfuck, LTrain, and Jade stopped over beforehand for some pre-game action and to check out the videotape from new year's. I'd recently made the decision that I was going to give away all my vinyl to the friends who'd use it and enjoy it, and Jade picked out a few things that I hope she can put to good use.
So we get to the club, and connect with ToxicBoy, Cedar, ThePirate, Faelynia, and DCLXVI. The place was jumping - a great crowd, fantastic music (the DJ was hitting it all night long), drinks, dancing, and even a little of the old school video game action (part of their 80's theme includes games from back in the day). Sooooo much fun. Afterwards Booboo and I hung out for a bit and next thing you know it's really fucking late.
I already had kickass plans for Tuesday night. I could have gone to work with zero sleep (literally), but it would have wrecked a once-in-a-lifetime thing. I ended up calling out for the day. Slept in, then hung out with Booboo again (we also checked out the No Doubt live 2003 DVD... two thumbs up, and I'm not being biased because I was at the show they recorded lol), then wound up rushing off at the very last minute to pick up Faust and hit the Arclight Cinemas (for those who aren't familiar, it's the greatest movie theater in the universe).
Small snafu at the ticket desk, met one of Faust's good friends as the folks running the show took care of me. Also during our wait, who should stroll by but Cameron Diaz. Yeah. Not with a ton of handlers, not with people being insane around her. Just her. Walking in alone and getting in line to get a ticket to something. I love Hollywood. Had I more time I probably would have managed to brave chatting her up - I like the work she does, and have heard her mention in interviews that she has a hard time meeting people because they get so intimidated. Funny thing is that while I'm extremely shy, I probably would have been able to pull off something that impossible. Anyways, things get cleared up, and we walk by the lovely Miss Diaz on our way to the stairs.
On to the screening. Terminator 2: Judgment Day. Popcorn as fuck, but a great movie. We were late, they almost didn't let us in, but by the skin of our teeth they made us an exception and we slipped in to our assigned seats which were utterly awesome. Great movie, nice to see it on the big screen again with the digital surround action. The lights go up, and it's time for the session with James Cameron. He's a really great speaker - funny and engaging, it was cool to hear his stories of the making of the film, his views on the state of the industry and where things are headed, and a few other areas. I think he was on for over an hour. Afterwards, we hit Fred62 and I made up for missing dinner while Faust and I had some great conversation. And hey, Ain't It Cool News even posted the note I'd dropped them (I send them occasional tidbits from time to time, they only actually use my stuff 3-4 times per year).
Yeah, pretty good days. Great days, in fact. But the epic turn of events comes from an internal change. I've been floundering, and in the course of these days what I've been wanting to do has come into sharp focus. I've already rambled quite a bit, so I'll press on and finish this marathon entry (sorry, I do ramble sometimes). I scratched this on a scrap of paper just before drifting off to sleep last night, I felt it was something I'd want to note somewhere.
For the first time in more months than I care to count, I feel a focus. I have a dream, I have a vision. I can see it very clearly. It's a realistic goal, and I have some idea how I'll be able to get there. I don't know it all, but I can feel it somehow (thanks to Bono for the let of the lyric).
I want to be a writer and producer. To get stories written and then help turn those stories into films. To get good at writing, I need to write. Two scripts to start - one that's easily sold by a first timer such as myself, and one that's more epic and requires experience and reputation in order to sell.
The role of producer taps into all the things I love about marketing. I can do this. I've managed $90 million dollar a year businesses, and successfully. Wrangling several diverse groups of talented individuals and coordinating a large scale creative project is like a dream. And I've schmoozed enough vendors to know what raising money is all about. Fuck! I can do this! I want to do this! I'll love it, and I will succeed!
And I hate that. I'm an optimist at heart. I hated the place I've been in. I mean, come on - you know that things are getting precarious when a psychic approaches you randomly at the market to warn you that your aura's fucked up.
Sunday... did absolutely nothing for much of the day (skimmed a few pages of a manual I've been reading, watched tv, napped quite a bit as you can see in the profile pic). Then later in the evening I met LTrain, Pippi, Jade, and ToxicBoy at the Burgundy Room (sorry, too lazy to deal on links, you'll have to click their names on my friends list). My favorite bartender in the universe Stephanie was there but not working, we got to chat a bit and dance a bit more. I'm so glad to get to meet Jade, we had some really cool conversation as well as enjoyed drinks and there may have been some dancing.
Because of the excessive laziness of the week I wasn't suffering at work on Monday, despite it being hella busy. In the course of the day, a plan was hatched to hit Blue Monday, a Monday night 80's club in Hollywood. Boobookittyfuck, LTrain, and Jade stopped over beforehand for some pre-game action and to check out the videotape from new year's. I'd recently made the decision that I was going to give away all my vinyl to the friends who'd use it and enjoy it, and Jade picked out a few things that I hope she can put to good use.
So we get to the club, and connect with ToxicBoy, Cedar, ThePirate, Faelynia, and DCLXVI. The place was jumping - a great crowd, fantastic music (the DJ was hitting it all night long), drinks, dancing, and even a little of the old school video game action (part of their 80's theme includes games from back in the day). Sooooo much fun. Afterwards Booboo and I hung out for a bit and next thing you know it's really fucking late.
I already had kickass plans for Tuesday night. I could have gone to work with zero sleep (literally), but it would have wrecked a once-in-a-lifetime thing. I ended up calling out for the day. Slept in, then hung out with Booboo again (we also checked out the No Doubt live 2003 DVD... two thumbs up, and I'm not being biased because I was at the show they recorded lol), then wound up rushing off at the very last minute to pick up Faust and hit the Arclight Cinemas (for those who aren't familiar, it's the greatest movie theater in the universe).
Small snafu at the ticket desk, met one of Faust's good friends as the folks running the show took care of me. Also during our wait, who should stroll by but Cameron Diaz. Yeah. Not with a ton of handlers, not with people being insane around her. Just her. Walking in alone and getting in line to get a ticket to something. I love Hollywood. Had I more time I probably would have managed to brave chatting her up - I like the work she does, and have heard her mention in interviews that she has a hard time meeting people because they get so intimidated. Funny thing is that while I'm extremely shy, I probably would have been able to pull off something that impossible. Anyways, things get cleared up, and we walk by the lovely Miss Diaz on our way to the stairs.
On to the screening. Terminator 2: Judgment Day. Popcorn as fuck, but a great movie. We were late, they almost didn't let us in, but by the skin of our teeth they made us an exception and we slipped in to our assigned seats which were utterly awesome. Great movie, nice to see it on the big screen again with the digital surround action. The lights go up, and it's time for the session with James Cameron. He's a really great speaker - funny and engaging, it was cool to hear his stories of the making of the film, his views on the state of the industry and where things are headed, and a few other areas. I think he was on for over an hour. Afterwards, we hit Fred62 and I made up for missing dinner while Faust and I had some great conversation. And hey, Ain't It Cool News even posted the note I'd dropped them (I send them occasional tidbits from time to time, they only actually use my stuff 3-4 times per year).
Yeah, pretty good days. Great days, in fact. But the epic turn of events comes from an internal change. I've been floundering, and in the course of these days what I've been wanting to do has come into sharp focus. I've already rambled quite a bit, so I'll press on and finish this marathon entry (sorry, I do ramble sometimes). I scratched this on a scrap of paper just before drifting off to sleep last night, I felt it was something I'd want to note somewhere.
For the first time in more months than I care to count, I feel a focus. I have a dream, I have a vision. I can see it very clearly. It's a realistic goal, and I have some idea how I'll be able to get there. I don't know it all, but I can feel it somehow (thanks to Bono for the let of the lyric).
I want to be a writer and producer. To get stories written and then help turn those stories into films. To get good at writing, I need to write. Two scripts to start - one that's easily sold by a first timer such as myself, and one that's more epic and requires experience and reputation in order to sell.
The role of producer taps into all the things I love about marketing. I can do this. I've managed $90 million dollar a year businesses, and successfully. Wrangling several diverse groups of talented individuals and coordinating a large scale creative project is like a dream. And I've schmoozed enough vendors to know what raising money is all about. Fuck! I can do this! I want to do this! I'll love it, and I will succeed!
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and you will succeed.
fuck being in a funk, keep going out and having a good time.
are there going to be drinks somewhere before the show on sat. (7th)???