How I feel today

Reminds me of the first time I saw Star Wars, which was when it was re-released in theaters.  I went home and cried afterwards because I was overwhelmed with how awesome it was as a film and how tragic and awful it would be to be any of the characters.  It was that movie, and my emotional response to it that first really got me interested in film.

I don’t know that many people have found A New Hope to be a heartwrenching experience, but I really did.  I guess a lot of things are profound when you’re 13, but as much as I’ve managed to block from my teenage years, that inconsolable sadness is something I think I’ll never shake.

How I feel today
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day; South Park

It’s my favorite because green is my favorite color.  Today every article of clothing and accessory I have is green.  I feel good and ridiculous about that.  But I’m part Irish so I guess that’s probably the point.

Haven’t updated in a while.  Moved last weekend.  Finished unpacking last night.  Need furniture.  The apartment is way too big for just me, but that’s OK.

Season Premiere of South Park is tonight.  So that’s exciting.

I’ve been working long hours doing the grunt work of TV.  You know how there are an absurd number of credits on any given TV show or film?  Those credits really only cover probably half of the people who worked on the show.  Whole companies get a single credit, when there are dozens or hundreds of people at those companies who worked on the show.  The sheer number of people who are involved in any given production is mind-boggling.  People who do things like digitize tapes or carry them from one place to another or just keep the computers running for everyone else to work on.  And that’s just in post.

Yeah.  Lots of people.  Not sure what my point was.  Other than I’m busy.

Good Luck Bear

Happy St. Patrick’s Day; South Park

Real Life gets in the way; Missing Roommate

My roommate went missing.  She’s only lived in LA for about a month, and I don’t know her that well.  She graduated from the same film school I went to and we’d worked on set together, but we aren’t close.

She disappeared for 48 hours.  She left a string of incomprehensible facebook messages, texts and voicemails over the weekend.  I spent yesterday calling anyone who may have seen her, where she worked, all of that.  No one had heard from her.  Her mother flew into LA last night.  My other roommate went to the police.  The police came by where I live, asked some questions.  Whatever you may have heard about the LAPD, these two gentlemen were very nice and polite.  I was quite impressed.  Though they seemed confused as to why this house full of white MFAs was living in a poor Hispanic neighborhood.  See: Overeducated/Underpaid.

No news over night, searched some parks, though she’d posted on facebook something about a road trip.  It was all difficult to decipher, her most recent update being: Please SMS the menu. W/ the fucking whatever it is that it’s either. Yes jfkdkmenc chomp just ate electric particles.  And the other 100 or so updates in the 3 hours up to that were equally nonsensical.

Fortunately, she was found this morning.  The police had picked her up at a lake, crying, and she was taken to the emergency psych ward at the UCLA medical center.  She’s refusing to see her mother, but she’s safe.  She clearly has had a psychotic break, whether drug-induced or related to schizophrenia or bipolar disorder is not clear at this point.

I have terrible luck with roommates, I’m glad she’s safe.  But if this is the start of an intense mental disorder, she has a very long and difficult road ahead of her.  The last 24 hours have been exhausting.

Real Life gets in the way; Missing Roommate