Friday, July 31, 2009

The Universe Never Gives Me a Break

My home was flooded recently.

Last night in fact. Water seeped in through the floor, through my concrete, and flooded the basement. Lovely. I’m glad I stay up late, otherwise I wouldn’t have caught it in time, and the whole basement probably would have been flooded before we could clean it up. About 12.30 in the morning I came across a puddle, and I recognized the signs that have been presented in the past. My family and I then spent the better part of four hours trying to contain the damage so we would not have as extensive of damage as last time.

At least it wasn’t as bad as the first time it flooded. That time it destroyed my carpet, and ruined many mementoes of my grandparents. This time I caught it in time, but it still flooded the basement in places. 3-4 inches of standing water throughout the basement is never a good thing. But, with a combination of the wet vac, and the extractor (not to mention towels) we managed to get most of the water up. Currently, I can hear the soft hum of the dehumidifier slowly extracting water from the air in the basement, and drying off the rest of the floor. Hopefully that takes care of the carpeting too, because I really don’t care for a repeat of last time, where we had to move everything out the room and tear up and replace the carpeting in the main bedroom and the closet.

I’m currently switching all the cardboard boxes out for plastic containers so I don’t have to repeat what I was forced to do last night. I spent the better part of two hours running up and down the stairs trying to get the damageable goods out of the path of the water. Now, a day later, I’m stiff as a board, and attempting to carry everything around again is not pleasant. I believe my parents feel about the same, as they spent most of last night doing the same thing I was, vacuuming up water and moving shit out of the way of the flooding.

I’m sleeping in the spare room that my sister used to live in (sorry Emily) and trying to dodge the piles of crap I carried up from my closet. Fun times when suddenly you can’t see the floor for all the boxes and papers in the way. I suppose that in the meantime I will continue to try and deal with a sopping wet house.

Frakken Rain.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Frustration Like Banging Your Head Against a Wall

Things have gone well recently.

Personally, I mean. I’m busy, but happy. But only on a personal level. But no one wants to hear about the happy. Hate and rage make for much more interesting developments, don’t you think? Let the rage begin…

On the state of the world today, I am rather upset. Entertainment, politics, and the general state of humanity have all gone to hell recently. Human decency has gone out the window to be replaced by a frothing maelstrom of selfish endeavors.

Politically, well, it’s all gone to shit. Washington can’t decide what’s going on, with the democrats abandoning plans they themselves put in place(“Health Reform? What health reform?”), the republicans treating every bill like it was drugs, and they’re all D.A.R.E. officers (“Just say no!”), and then you add in the combination of the birthers and the media on every side (I’m looking at you talking heads) attacking the most frivolous things I’ve ever seen. It’s like after Cronkite died the media went looking for a new low point in journalism. I wouldn’t even call it that anymore. It’s not journalism, its political pandering. FOX NEWS has the conservatives (both crazy and sane), MSNBC has the liberals, and CNN doesn’t know what’s going on or where they are. I mean, really? You use Twitter and Youtube as a legitimate source of news? I’d be better off getting my news from Wikipedia.

Entertainment is even worse, with shows becoming spectacles. I’ve never been a fan of reality TV, nor of cop dramas, but it seems that T.V. has increasingly become stupefied. I see a good show every once in a while, in among the shit being aired. Reality T.V. exploits others, and I’d rather not see it. T.V. (or rather, good quality T.V.) should be about stories, jokes, people interacting with one another in a manner that benefits, instead of flailing around on camera yelling at each other for prize money. I want to see more shows like The Wire, BSG, Kings, Deadwood, Rome, Firefly and The Tudors. (And yes, I know some of those shows were HBO, but still, good quality is good quality.) Instead, we get yet another CSI, or Dancing With the Stars, and now we have a show that nearly broke my mind when I heard about it. Please give us better thought out pitches guys. Please?

And now they’re making remakes of all the old favorites of Hollywood, in a move that I like to call raping my childhood. The newest offender? Rats of Nimh remake. Dear god, you’re also moving on Goonies, Gremlins, Nightmare on Elm Street, GI JOE, and countless others. Night of the Thousand and One Remakes. Where’s the original ideas? There are a couple coming out with original thoughts behind them, but besides these, I just don’t really care that much. Give me a new, juicy series or movie I can sink my teeth into. Something with actual character development, or a well thought out plot. Mindless Escapism is fun every once in a while, but not all the time.

Lot’s of other things on my mind today, but we’ll leave that for another time. But in the meantime, I ask you, please, entertainment and news industry, please drag yourself out of the gutter you’ve gotten yourself into. I want be proud of what my country can accomplish, not ashamed of the loads of crap we export.

Pat Out.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Distractions

As I sit here brooding (yet again), it strikes me that by being so busy recently, either I am unconsciously trying to distract myself from decisions, or consciously trying to see the limit of my stamina. The combination of Work, Summer School, Photo Projects, Running Meetings and Working on the Set of a Movie (not to mention keeping up with my social life, though that’s starting to suffer) is starting to wear me down. I need a break it seems. But the break I so desperately need won’t come for a while yet, and papers and presentations plague my every waking moment.

It’s a good thing too, as the decision I am waiting on still (see previous post) makes me nervous even if I glimpse it out of the corner of my eye. Distraction is a wonderful thing when a situation like this arises. To keep one’s mind and body busy is to keep from brooding too long on decisions that one has no control over. Even job interviews, meetings with editors and uncertain bureaucratic meetings don’t compare to the shaky ground I find myself currently (It’s personal, so I’m not sharing).
Currently, as I write this, the sucking-black-hole-where-your-stomach-should-be feeling won’t leave. And trying to distract myself with Stargate and Kings on Hulu still doesn’t help. A small dose of whiskey takes the edge off, as does listening to Israel Kamakawiwo’ole’s cover of “Somewhere of the Rainbow.” (one of the best ever, in my humble opinion, or not so humble, depending on who you talk to).

I’m sorry I’m so moody recently. I really don’t know why I’m like this. Well, I suppose I do, but still, that’s no reason for me to share. I guess you’ll just have to trust me.

All for now.

Pat Out.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Limbo

Limbo sucks.

Right now my brain is screaming at me trying to decide what to do. I won’t go into details, but suffice to say I am in turmoil right now, and it sucks. It’s that weird limbo you find yourself in when awaiting a finalized decision that affects the path you take in the future. And no matter how the decision comes out, my life will not be the same (holy crap clichés). And I have to say, I am terrified to what the answer may be. I know what I want it to be, but I may have moved to late. It’s such a wonderful feeling, this friggen Limbo.

That's all for now, as waiting for this decision is making it hard to consider anything else.