For those of you keeping score, my father came home from the hospital yesterday. He’s doing well and resting comfortably, and his doctors say he’ll most likely make a full (or nearly full) recovery in about six weeks. Score one for cutting-age cardiovascular treatment!
If there’s something I have an abundance of right now, it’s time spent immobilized on the couch or the computer chair while a hungry four-week-old sucks down a bottle of formula. Lucky for me Netflix has an auto-run feature once you get it going; as a result I’ve been catching up on more television and movies that I’ve missed. The latest series I’ve finally been able to catch has been Tron: Uprising, and so far I’m really enjoying it.
I had a fantastic, brilliant idea for today’s blog post. It would have been great, too. Unfortunately I changed my daughter’s diaper prior to sitting down to work on it, and she promptly shat all over me in a flatulent shotgun-blast of baby poo that not only violated my very being but required a judicious amount of mouthwash as well.
I have since completely forgotten what I was going to write about.
Yesterday, I received a call out of the blue from my mother. I thought she was just checking up on her new granddaughter, but I was wrong.
“Your father’s in the hospital,” she began. “He’s had a heart attack.”
I make my living, quite literally, by telling stories. Either I’m working on something of my own or I’m working with a client to help them tell their own story the best way possible; this means I spend a lot of time thinking about how you’re engaging with your intended audience. This also means I sometimes find it hard to enjoy movies, television shows, and other entertainment because I’m constantly evaluating the creator’s storytelling techniques and thinking in my head. Unfortunately you’re like a cat sharpening its claws on the furniture when you do this: sure, you accomplish your goal but you might end up destroying something beautiful if you keep doing it.
No blog post today, folks; my computer has been an absolute bastard for hours and I’m well past the point of frustration. I love you all, but not enough to write a blog post on my smartphone.
See you all Monday!
I don’t know how I missed the trailer for Guillermo del Toro’s Pacific Rim until today, but I just saw it and I need a towel. I mean just look at this magnificent bastard:
Now I know I can’t be the only schmuck out there that wants to pilot one of these Jaeger mecha and smash the hell out of kaiju, right? C’mon, who’s with me?