I've had a nice vacation away from everything during which I visited friends of mine in Myrtle Beach, then relatives in Columbia. During this trip, three things became very clear to me:
1) I'm a very angry man and my job is only exacerbating things to the point that I seriously need to find something else to do to make a living -- I'm starting to look now and I hope I can come up with a new Moolah-making process soon.
2) There are a lot of writing projects in my future, at least one of which will likely lead to a writing credit on a stage production (which may lead to writing credits on a number of stage productions) -- as yet, this will be unpaid, but is still a big deal as it means exposure! :)
3) I don't like wearing dinner jackets. Granted, I was pretty sure about this issue before, but now I have confirmation and can firmly state that I am now fully encamped in the anti-dinner-jacket party. (Of course, I will still have to wear them in the future, perhaps, but I shall try to minimize this as much as possible, as it, too, will only exacerbate things).
In any case, what this means overall is that there are changes coming. With any luck, they'll be for the better. The funny thing is that as I drove home today I felt a strange sense of euphoria that I couldn't quite place as a specific feeling until I realized it was that unfamiliar acquaintance of mine: Hope. Let's keep our fingers crossed and bet on her staying a while.
In the mean time, I'd like to THANK you so VERY much (and you know who you are) for addicting me to frigging "House" this past week. Now I will have to track you down and club you like a baby seal. ;)
In other news, Mark has just gotten ahold of the new uber-multi-disced Superman movie collection, so there's a lot of Superman saturation occurring. I couldn't be more pleased.
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose branches, wide and strong...
The camp town ladies sing this song...
-- Marlon Brando digressing in an out-take as Jor-El