Throwing up a picture of one of my favorite pieces in my comics collection, Olympus, Book Three of Miracleman. The thing is not in the greatest condition, it’s got a tear on the upper corner of the cover where it meets the spine. But to get a book that sells online for upwards of $50-$100, and I picked it up for only $14, was amazing in and of itself. The boring story is that (probably ten years ago or so), I was buying a couple back issues of Miracleman as I was trying to read as much of Alan Moore’s back catalog as possible. The guy at the comic shop who was ringing up my books (a few issues of Miracleman, and I think book one of Alan Moore’s Swamp Thing), said he had just gotten something cool in if I wanted to buy it. And he pulled this thing out. Let’s just say I went over my original budget of what I was buying that day. But I had to buy it.
… I am actually going somewhere for my vacation. Generally, it’s been time away from work, which I am fine with. Honestly, though, the fact that Kristina and I are going out of Texas for a few days (sans the boy), is starting to settle in, and it’s kind of mind-blowing. It’s really exciting since this will be the first time, in almost 3 and half years, that we have been alone together since before Chunk was born. I’m going to miss him (and I know his Aunt Lissa, and Uncle Wes are going to spoil him rotten while we are gone), but the prospect of going somewhere alone, and completely different, with the woman I love, and we don’t have to be in parent mode the whole time: Awesomeness infinity…
I spent most of my day under our house. I was fixing a pipe that broke last night. Things learned: if you rent a house in the country, chances are, things were not done to code. So a simple pipe that connects your sink to the rest of the water line can easily break. I also learned that one’s body hurts when crammed into a small crawlspace for a few hours, which oddly, gave me an idea for a great scene in a horror movie. But I also figured out that I rock at fixing things… sometimes…
On occasion I get kind of nostalgic and I’ll go back and look at the one short film I shot back in 2007, a newly christened 26 year old going for broke and spending almost 250 of his own money to do something he wanted to. There are a lot of fucking flaws in it, don’t get me wrong. There are some things I am proud of: it looks good considering it was shot on a piece of shit DV cam, that we got on loan from Stephen F. Austin University; while the acting is bad, we got some decent stuff considering the “actors” had never done anything before this (apart from Jessee who had done some theater work); we shot in 2 days, and had to deal with all the annoyances of Murphy’s Law (people mowing their lawns which a boom mic loves to pick up). The first day went smoothly, we shot over the course of maybe 5 to 6 hours, and we were done. The next day was, in god’s honest truth, one of the longest days I have ever experienced. We started shooting at 10:30 in the morning, and it drug ‘til almost 2:30 in the morning the previous day. And while it was frustrating at the time, we managed to work around all the other contrivances that came our way. We edited the whole damn thing in the course of a couple weekends, my ex-partner and I driving the almost hour and a half drive from Houston to Nacogdoches to use the S.F.A editing suite. We even had a “premiere” party at my old house (where the opening scenes were shot), and it went off without a hitch. I got really drunk, introducing both this film, and the other assorted shorts we showed that night.
After all that, it led to almost 3 years of trying to get 4 low-budget features off the ground. All of them went nowhere, partially due to the fact that no one knew who the fuck we were, and also (later) due to my ex-partner’s severe case of infant terrible syndrome, in which everybody (including myself) didn’t know what we were talking about since he went to college for this stuff.
I am feeling nostalgic because I want to jump back on the horse. I want to write, and direct, films. I know it will be alot of sleepless nights, and the risk is even greater, considering I have a wife and child who rely on me to work a job so we can make ends meet. But I keep feeling the tug of film-making coming back to haunt me.
So if you took the time to watch the film, and read every goddamn thing I just wrote, thank you. Maybe this will get me to do the one thing I haven’t. Just sit down and write a goddamn script. I’ve done it before, but I am frightened of writing material that won’t see the light of day…
Just a lot of shit is going on, and I haven’t been able to get on to here as often as much as I do.
I miss you guys… Trust me…
One day I’ll update you on what’s been going on. Let me just say that I’ve had my first run in with a slumlord.
When I get a chance I’ll be broadcasting on all channels with my throat blistering from the strain of bringing these motherfuckers down.
That is all.
Made a run to the comic store today. Picked up Batman #6, Fables #114, Issues 2 & 3 of Brian Azzarello and Eduardo Russo’s Spaceman, and Volume 1 of Morning Glories for Kristina (we have heard good things from friends about it). I also picked up the first Volume of Fear Agent, cause I needed some Tony Moore art in my life.
So, I was able to get off from work an hour early. Downside? As I am leaving the main shift manager asks me to come back at 11:45 as opposed to 3 in the morning. Which means I will be getting shit for sleep. By the time I get off of work I will probably be up for over 24 hours due to Black Friday. This is one of the main reasons I hate working for a major retailer. Don’t get me wrong, since I’ve moved positions in the company I make enough money to take care of my family. And I am thankful. But it’s another reminder as to why I despise Black Friday. The whole concept makes me cringe. People like me push ourselves because that is the expectation from our higher-ups (and fuck I need my job) so that motherfuckers can get a good deal on a T.V. they are probably going to return in a month anyways.
The plus side is that I know a majority of my followers can empathize with me. These are the things the make the world go round at moment. It’s just kind of sad when you actually sit and think about it.
The other plus side? I’m off this weekend so I don’t have to go back there until Monday after I get off on Friday. So I can’t complain tooooooooo much. I have a job and I can take care of my family. That’s what I care about… Doesn’t mean I don’t hate humanity for even coming up with a concept like Black Friday. Booom goes the DYNAMITE….
My grandfather, Everett Wayne Malaer (Wayne to his family and friends). With Veteran’s Day coming near, I just wanted to post a picture of one of the greatest (if not the greatest) man I’ve ever met. Or have had the privilege of knowing. I call him Papa, and I am thankful to have had him in my life all these 30 years.
Could I quite possibly be the best girlfriend ever?
I think so.
Plus, I pour David’s beers for him.
But only because he sucks at pouring beers.
DATE NIGHT IS AWESOME!
Dinner was really good! And despite the awesomeness that is a small keg of Newcastle, I do indeed suck at pouring beer! Probably why I just drink it out of a bottle.