What will I be? The Monkey’s Uncle, of course.
It’s a new month, and we are inarguably approaching the end of the year now. (Not that we aren’t always technically approaching it–go with me, here). This year passed faster than any I can remember. Seriously, it boggles the mind. I’m almost tempted to believe that some cosmic calendar is going to reset next year, and that what we’ve experienced this year is the final gravitation whipping towards this cycle’s conclusion (big, big “almost”).
Highlights of recent months:
Keeping very busy, with two extremely rewarding day jobs (without getting into specifics, one of them involves using my Japanese again, which is a source of constant delight, and as for the other–I work Wednesdays now! Trust me when I say that’s marvelous news).
The other week I got to attend the first public screening of the first two episodes of a new web-type-series written and directed by a friend and featuring Yours Truly! (More on that when it has a home, online or elsewhere). The project was fantastic to work on and they put it together extremely well. I can’t wait to get my hands on my own copy (hint hint, Mike).
Other news: I got a new power supply for my keyboard! Trust me once again that this is excellent news. No struggling artist needs the added melodrama of wiggling the AC adapter around in every socket in the house, and then rubber banding/stacking objects against/twisting into weird shapes/otherwise jerryrigging it to stay put so your keyboard stays on.
Having recently managed to locate some free time, I’ve gotten to:
–see Eddie Izzard, with my brother
–see Cinematic Titanic do their thing live, with my sister
–see The Museum of Jurassic Technology, with Stephen (all three of the above are amazing experiences which I cannot recommend highly enough, although you probably can’t get company as good as mine, brag brag brag)
–Pay money for “Where The Wild Things Are” and see “G. I. Joe” for free, which is just as it ought to be. (At a free showing, none of your dastardly movie-hopping).
(Side-note about G. I. Joe: Was I hallucinating, or did that movie pass The Bechdel Test? I find that both hilarious and awesome. Unless the two characters I’m thinking of did not actually exchange any words while beating each other up, in which case Fail.)
I also may have managed to squeak a few comics and word-type-books in there, so expect further blatherings to follow.
