Time of the Season

The one year anniversary of my blog, and what a year.

Still, I haven't kept up with things of late, and this blog has easily suffered the most with little to no updates the past two months.

The last time you checked in, I was all fired up about the Kinkster. In case you didn't hear, he lost. He lost big time. But, I was not as dismayed when I heard this as you might think.

The day I found out Kinky came last in the top four candidates, and of course helped to keep Rick Perry in office, I was lucky enough to be treating a pleasant young woman to lunch and enjoying her conversation. On top of that, a large television in the restaurant featured C-SPAN's broadcast of the Congressional elections, as well as announcement of Rumsfeld's departure.

Happy fucking day!

In addition to those national achievements, it's been a very good season for me as well. Many new people met and befriended, another step closer to finishing my foreign language requirement, finally crossing off several of AFI's top 100 movies off my lists, and several good steps made in my own writing career, some of which will continue into the new year.

I also had the good chance to volunteer on an independent film shoot, getting some hands-on experience for the first time in a long while. Let me say, a film set is exactly like it looks on TV: chaos, chaos, chaos. Lots of people talking (when they can), lots of sudden activity followed by tense moments where you don't want anyone to so much as blink (or worse, breath), and boring waiting. Lots of waiting. Overall an exhausting job, but valuable lessons for a lowly screenwriter.

The event I'm most proud of, however, was being named Time's Person of the Year. True, it's not really a prize or award, but, I just feel so damn appreciated at the recognition. I always hoped of being selected one day, and now that I have been, I'll be shooting for Person of the Century. Look out, Einstein, you might just get overshadowed.