There's not much more to say about that.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Whatcha Doin' with Yerself?
Job hunt still going.
I've plotted out an idea for a screenplay I want to start writing. I figure with the time I have off, I should start working on something. Something of my own.
If I push myself, maybe I can get something finished. Problem is, I really like sleeping.
Been doing a lot of that the last week and a half.
I Googled myself and found that YahooTV has updated my profile. I don't know who they have researching all that stuff, but it's cool to see that someone is keeping tabs on you. Of course, they have my birthdate as November 30, 1999. Guess I'm pretty productive for a seven year old.
Read an old article about a research study that discovered that sunlight deprivation shrinks mice's brains. I was trying to find out if there were links between my recent case of severe depression and my working overnights for the last year and a half. Interesting.
Someone on MySpace linked to website that gives the number one song for any day you want to look up. The gimmick is that the number one song on your 18th birthday is supposed to be the song of your life. I'm not sure if Mr. Big's "To Be With You" define's my life per se, but it's fun to look up what was the hit at certain times in your life. It's useless and random, but I like knowing that Terry Jacks' "Seasons In The Sun" ruled the airwaves the day I was born.
Met this girl Rachel at a party the other night who is a published writer. She has a short story collection out and just finished her novel. I picked her brain about the life of a writer and pitching to book editors and agents. Told her about my New Orleans novel and how I'm restructuring it as a memoir. She says that's the new trend for books and that it was a good idea to do it that way. Her husband and I talked about comic books and how the porn industry dictates which distribution format is gonna be the next big thing. (They were the first industry to fully embrace VHS, then DVD, and now they're all about HDDVD. Sorry BluRay.)
Aside from these things and sending out my resume, though, most of my time is spent sleeping and watching TV.
Ah, freelancing...
I've plotted out an idea for a screenplay I want to start writing. I figure with the time I have off, I should start working on something. Something of my own.
If I push myself, maybe I can get something finished. Problem is, I really like sleeping.
Been doing a lot of that the last week and a half.
I Googled myself and found that YahooTV has updated my profile. I don't know who they have researching all that stuff, but it's cool to see that someone is keeping tabs on you. Of course, they have my birthdate as November 30, 1999. Guess I'm pretty productive for a seven year old.
Read an old article about a research study that discovered that sunlight deprivation shrinks mice's brains. I was trying to find out if there were links between my recent case of severe depression and my working overnights for the last year and a half. Interesting.
Someone on MySpace linked to website that gives the number one song for any day you want to look up. The gimmick is that the number one song on your 18th birthday is supposed to be the song of your life. I'm not sure if Mr. Big's "To Be With You" define's my life per se, but it's fun to look up what was the hit at certain times in your life. It's useless and random, but I like knowing that Terry Jacks' "Seasons In The Sun" ruled the airwaves the day I was born.
Met this girl Rachel at a party the other night who is a published writer. She has a short story collection out and just finished her novel. I picked her brain about the life of a writer and pitching to book editors and agents. Told her about my New Orleans novel and how I'm restructuring it as a memoir. She says that's the new trend for books and that it was a good idea to do it that way. Her husband and I talked about comic books and how the porn industry dictates which distribution format is gonna be the next big thing. (They were the first industry to fully embrace VHS, then DVD, and now they're all about HDDVD. Sorry BluRay.)
Aside from these things and sending out my resume, though, most of my time is spent sleeping and watching TV.
Ah, freelancing...
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Last Night of Work
Tonight is the last night I'm working on this particular show and I've got this Beatles song in my head:
Friday, September 07, 2007
the roof is on fire
Contrary to popular belief, every now and then I DO crack a smile and enjoy myself. A couple weeks ago our friend Guevara threw a rooftop party at his digs in Chinatown. Jeremiah and his ever-present camera captured this as-of-late rare moment.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Done part 2
I quit my job last night.
As I was setting up to online a sequence for previews I came across a what-we-thought-was-tragic technical problem.
It was not looking good and I was fed up and the supervisor was freaking out and I told him, "I can't do this anymore."
He looked at me with an open mouth and didn't speak.
"I just can't do it anymore, man. I'm afraid to even touch a computer for fear everything is gonna get fucked up. The level of problems on this show is beyond my level of experience and I can't help. I'm sick of it. I'll finish out the week, but I need to put this behind me."
Just a blank stare.
I eventually got things fixed and went back to working. Unfortunately, my co-worker has been sick the last two days, adding to my workload and stress. I have extreme difficulty multitasking and there is too much of that here. When I am focused on one job I can really get into it. But when I am pulled in 14 different directions at once I can't take it. I malfunction.
Later the post-supervisor called and tried to make nice, but I just wanted to leave. He said, "Well, episode 2 premiered tonight and it was a big success. Everyone's happy with it."
I didn't answer.
As I was setting up to online a sequence for previews I came across a what-we-thought-was-tragic technical problem.
It was not looking good and I was fed up and the supervisor was freaking out and I told him, "I can't do this anymore."
He looked at me with an open mouth and didn't speak.
"I just can't do it anymore, man. I'm afraid to even touch a computer for fear everything is gonna get fucked up. The level of problems on this show is beyond my level of experience and I can't help. I'm sick of it. I'll finish out the week, but I need to put this behind me."
Just a blank stare.
I eventually got things fixed and went back to working. Unfortunately, my co-worker has been sick the last two days, adding to my workload and stress. I have extreme difficulty multitasking and there is too much of that here. When I am focused on one job I can really get into it. But when I am pulled in 14 different directions at once I can't take it. I malfunction.
Later the post-supervisor called and tried to make nice, but I just wanted to leave. He said, "Well, episode 2 premiered tonight and it was a big success. Everyone's happy with it."
I didn't answer.
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