Crazy weekend
1. I've been watching a lot of drama TV shows lately, and I've found them to have better writing than most movies that I've seen recently. Since I'm caught up on Breaking Bad, Bryan Cranston's performance motivated me to start watching "Malcolm in the Middle." That is one of the most hysterical shows I've ever seen. The casting is perfect, the shots are very creative, and every episode has a very clever plot. Anyway, TV shows have been a perfect way to pass the time while I'm rendering or exporting videos. To whoever invented Netflix - you are my hero.
2. Since I'm approaching 30-years-old, I'm trying to speed up my goals before I'm 40 and in the same spot. I'm spending a lot of my spare time educating myself on film by reading books, listening to director commentaries, watching behind-the-scenes features, taking notes, etc etc. I've also decided to pursue my Master's Degree in the fall of 2013, possibly sooner if things work out.
3. The Colts have had a surprising impact on my emotions lately. When they have a great win like they did with Minnesota and Green Bay, I'm ecstatic for hours. When they play like crap like they did yesterday, or if they do something stupid at the last minute like they did with Jacksonville, I'm instantly in a bad mood. It's likely being angry at your child for doing something stupid when you know that they knew better. They were a MUCH better team than the embarassing display they showed yesterday against the Jets. Especially the wide receivers, who kept dropping pass after pass and couldn't even score a touchdown.
I have no problem with losing a fair game, I just hate when they play like a bunch of seventh graders and embarrass themselves. Yesterday brought back the painful emotion from all of last season - disappointed at the situation, and embarrassed of the team. Maybe it's so frustrating because we're all used to Peyton Manning giving us 13-3 season records, and taking us to the playoffs every year. (don't get me wrong, I think Luck will be doing that same thing sooner than later). Anyway, I just hope that the coaches slapped them around in the locker room afterwards, and that they beat Cleveland next week, which I'm expecting them to. The Colts have developed an interesting pattern this year - lose, win, lose, win ... Let's get two in a row, fellas. I know that you can do it!
4. I usually just post or blog on facebook without thinking twice about what I'm writing. Lately, I've been getting a lot of feedback from random people, saying that they love my statuses, love my blogging, they watch all of my videos, etc etc. On the other hand, some people are offended by some of the things that I write. I guess that one Mom even called her daughter to complain about my status, saying that "it contained a sexual reference and it really bothered her." I have no idea what I wrote that day, but that doesn't surprise me. My apologies go out to anyone whom I might offend with my facebook thoughts.
5. As many of you know, I had an emotional experience over the weekend regarding my cats. Boxer and Gabby both sneaked out the front door late Friday night, right before Jordan and I fell asleep. I wasn't even aware until the next morning, when I woke up to loud meowing outside of my living room window. Boxer was pressed against the window, standing on his back legs and peeking in, hoping that someone would see him and let him in. He came inside, and I thought everything was fine, but then it occured to me that I hadn't seen Gabby in a while. I looked around, and found out that she ran away too, but unlike Boxer, she wasn't able to find her way back. She wasn't wearing a collar - she's never needed one since she's always been an indoor cat.
I spent the whole morning looking for her, went to film a wedding, then came back and spent another hour walking around with a flashlight, calling out her name and looking under every bush. I did the same thing on Sunday, still without luck. I slept very poorly on Saturday and Sunday night because I was so worried about her. I got a taste of what parents feel like when their child is missing or kidnapped. Of course, you can't compare a cat to a child, so I felt a fraction of what they feel, but I still can't imagine how horrendous that is. Not knowing where your loved one is is just torture. If she was dead and her body was found, that's almost better than not having a clue where she was or what was happening to her, because at least I had closure. I came to the following conclusions:
1. She'll live in nature on her own until she passes away.
2. Someone will find her and adopt her, and that's fine, but I just hoped and prayed that it would be a good family who treated her well.
3. Someone will find her and have common sense that she belongs to someone, and drop her off at the Humane Society, where I would find her eventually.
4. She'll get hit by car, and I'll find her body while I was driving around ..... Heaven forbid ....
5. She'll eventually make her way back.
Can you see why I had trouble sleeping? So many different scenarios could play out, and I had no idea which one. Sometimes I really wish that I could predict the future, even though life would be pretty boring if I could. When I was busy editing, I tried not to think about Gabby, but Boxer was just breaking my heart. I've had him for three years, and he's always meowing, but this time it was different. His meows were long, drawn out, and filled with emotion. He kept standing at the door and meowing, because he knew that she was out there somewhere, and he was worried. Every time I opened the door to go somewhere, he came out of nowhere and sprinted out the door in a quest to go find her. Usually, he couldn't care less about going outside, but this time he was determined. Fortunately, I caught him both times he ran out, and the second time I had to punish him so that he would stop doing it. I couldn't imagine losing both of them.
Last night, I even had to lock Boxer in the bathroom because he was meowing so much and so loudly that he was keeping Jordan and I awake. This morning, Jordan and I left the apartment to go run some errands, when suddenly we heard some faint meowing from the bushes next to our front door, where I had already checked a thousand times. I fought through the bush and found her at the very bottom, yanked her out, and gave her a huge hug. She was dirty, and her heart was racing, and I could tell that she had been though Hell the past 48 hours. I took her inside and put her in front of Boxer, and they had an emotional cat reunion - licking each other's faces, smelling each other, the whole works. I've been thrilled ever since. Sometimes you don't realize how much you take someone for granted until you lose them. I'm getting them collars today. I'll be damned if either of them ever run away again, but just in case it happens, I'll feel a LOT better if they were wearing collars with my phone number.
2. Since I'm approaching 30-years-old, I'm trying to speed up my goals before I'm 40 and in the same spot. I'm spending a lot of my spare time educating myself on film by reading books, listening to director commentaries, watching behind-the-scenes features, taking notes, etc etc. I've also decided to pursue my Master's Degree in the fall of 2013, possibly sooner if things work out.
3. The Colts have had a surprising impact on my emotions lately. When they have a great win like they did with Minnesota and Green Bay, I'm ecstatic for hours. When they play like crap like they did yesterday, or if they do something stupid at the last minute like they did with Jacksonville, I'm instantly in a bad mood. It's likely being angry at your child for doing something stupid when you know that they knew better. They were a MUCH better team than the embarassing display they showed yesterday against the Jets. Especially the wide receivers, who kept dropping pass after pass and couldn't even score a touchdown.
I have no problem with losing a fair game, I just hate when they play like a bunch of seventh graders and embarrass themselves. Yesterday brought back the painful emotion from all of last season - disappointed at the situation, and embarrassed of the team. Maybe it's so frustrating because we're all used to Peyton Manning giving us 13-3 season records, and taking us to the playoffs every year. (don't get me wrong, I think Luck will be doing that same thing sooner than later). Anyway, I just hope that the coaches slapped them around in the locker room afterwards, and that they beat Cleveland next week, which I'm expecting them to. The Colts have developed an interesting pattern this year - lose, win, lose, win ... Let's get two in a row, fellas. I know that you can do it!
4. I usually just post or blog on facebook without thinking twice about what I'm writing. Lately, I've been getting a lot of feedback from random people, saying that they love my statuses, love my blogging, they watch all of my videos, etc etc. On the other hand, some people are offended by some of the things that I write. I guess that one Mom even called her daughter to complain about my status, saying that "it contained a sexual reference and it really bothered her." I have no idea what I wrote that day, but that doesn't surprise me. My apologies go out to anyone whom I might offend with my facebook thoughts.
5. As many of you know, I had an emotional experience over the weekend regarding my cats. Boxer and Gabby both sneaked out the front door late Friday night, right before Jordan and I fell asleep. I wasn't even aware until the next morning, when I woke up to loud meowing outside of my living room window. Boxer was pressed against the window, standing on his back legs and peeking in, hoping that someone would see him and let him in. He came inside, and I thought everything was fine, but then it occured to me that I hadn't seen Gabby in a while. I looked around, and found out that she ran away too, but unlike Boxer, she wasn't able to find her way back. She wasn't wearing a collar - she's never needed one since she's always been an indoor cat.
I spent the whole morning looking for her, went to film a wedding, then came back and spent another hour walking around with a flashlight, calling out her name and looking under every bush. I did the same thing on Sunday, still without luck. I slept very poorly on Saturday and Sunday night because I was so worried about her. I got a taste of what parents feel like when their child is missing or kidnapped. Of course, you can't compare a cat to a child, so I felt a fraction of what they feel, but I still can't imagine how horrendous that is. Not knowing where your loved one is is just torture. If she was dead and her body was found, that's almost better than not having a clue where she was or what was happening to her, because at least I had closure. I came to the following conclusions:
1. She'll live in nature on her own until she passes away.
2. Someone will find her and adopt her, and that's fine, but I just hoped and prayed that it would be a good family who treated her well.
3. Someone will find her and have common sense that she belongs to someone, and drop her off at the Humane Society, where I would find her eventually.
4. She'll get hit by car, and I'll find her body while I was driving around ..... Heaven forbid ....
5. She'll eventually make her way back.
Can you see why I had trouble sleeping? So many different scenarios could play out, and I had no idea which one. Sometimes I really wish that I could predict the future, even though life would be pretty boring if I could. When I was busy editing, I tried not to think about Gabby, but Boxer was just breaking my heart. I've had him for three years, and he's always meowing, but this time it was different. His meows were long, drawn out, and filled with emotion. He kept standing at the door and meowing, because he knew that she was out there somewhere, and he was worried. Every time I opened the door to go somewhere, he came out of nowhere and sprinted out the door in a quest to go find her. Usually, he couldn't care less about going outside, but this time he was determined. Fortunately, I caught him both times he ran out, and the second time I had to punish him so that he would stop doing it. I couldn't imagine losing both of them.
Last night, I even had to lock Boxer in the bathroom because he was meowing so much and so loudly that he was keeping Jordan and I awake. This morning, Jordan and I left the apartment to go run some errands, when suddenly we heard some faint meowing from the bushes next to our front door, where I had already checked a thousand times. I fought through the bush and found her at the very bottom, yanked her out, and gave her a huge hug. She was dirty, and her heart was racing, and I could tell that she had been though Hell the past 48 hours. I took her inside and put her in front of Boxer, and they had an emotional cat reunion - licking each other's faces, smelling each other, the whole works. I've been thrilled ever since. Sometimes you don't realize how much you take someone for granted until you lose them. I'm getting them collars today. I'll be damned if either of them ever run away again, but just in case it happens, I'll feel a LOT better if they were wearing collars with my phone number.