How did I miss the first day of summer? How many times have I harped about the changing weather, the seasons, the changes and the bizarre temperatures, and then to go and neglect a mention? Much worse, I forgot it was even here already.
Already. As if it’s been so long in coming. To my mind, this has been the fastest year on record (with possible exception to 1204 AD, which saw the sacking of Constantinople…man, that was a crazy year…anyway, it was February just yesterday. I’ve been noticing an increase in the number of space-time continuum shifts lately, but this is ridiculous.
I think I got some buzz going yesterday with the trailer to Red State. It was gratifying to hear people genuinely pleased with how it turned out. I’ve had one of my friends suggest I show the finished film in Richmond, which would be nice, though I’m not sure I’ll be able to do so without having to fly back East. I honestly don’t know if I can complete the film before I leave for Los Angeles. Here’s hoping.
I’m going to enjoy a cigar on the porch while my clothes are being laundered. Unlike Lauren, I don’t actually sit in my pile of besotted apparel watching TV like a guy. Guess I’m more girly that way. And no, I don’t want to picture it, though Lauren’s description was quite enough. Hopefully Lauren knows I’m just kidding. Which I am. Partially. It’s too much fun to pass up mocking her, and given that she’s more than a country mile away, I can get away with it.
Heading home tomorrow to see the ‘rents and engage in familial contact of a semi-annual nature. AKA, reunion, Lewis style. If you’re unfamiliar with the Lewis family mode of operation, it is most accurately described as a Honda Civic racing in the Indie 500. And somehow winning without totally blowing a rod. And everyone watching on the sidelines is amazed at how well everything seems to be holding up.
Honestly, we’re just competitive, that’s all. Anyway, I may or may not be posting the rest of the week. If not, have a great weekend.