Sleepychameleon Hangout v.3

Because I was thinking about doing it for a while, and then Mowse [what do you want me to link to, hmm?] said she didn’t follow it because it went too fast, so now I’ve gone and done it.

I know this might bring more traffic than I’m accustomed to, so behave! I reserve the right to moderate any and all comments I find offensive or insulting. And don’t give me any bullshit about free speech and the first amendment, buddy. I’m not a public entity, and this isn’t public space (thanks, Scott).

Oh, and corrections are welcome.

Now, without further ado–

Slipping (the Twelfth Song)

Look at these people
Amazing how sheep’ll show up for the slaughter
No one condemning you
Lined up like lemmings you led to the water
Why can’t they see what I see
Why can’t they hear the lies
Maybe the fee’s too pricey for them to realize
Your disguise is…slipping
I think you’re slipping

Now that your savior is still as the grave
You’re beginning to fear me
Like cavemen fear thunder
I still have to wonder,
Can you really hear me?
I bring you pain, the kind you can’t suffer quietly
Fire up your brain, remind you inside your rioting society
Is slipping
Everything’s slipping away, so–

Go ahead! Run away! Say it was Horrible
Spread the word! Tell a friend–tell them the tale…
Get a pic! Do a blog! Heroes are over with
Look at him, not a word! Anarchy nailed

Then I win! Then I get
Everything I ever–
All the cash! All the fame! And social change
Anarchy! Then I run–
It’s Dr. Horrible’s turn
You people all have to learn
This world is going burn
Burn!
Burn!
[Yeah, it’s two R’s–H, O, R, R [unintelligible]
BURN!

No sign of Penny, good
I would anything not to have her see
It’s gonna be bloody
Head up, Billy Buddy
There’s no time for mercy
Here goes no mercy….

Back from SDCC. Not quite as bone-wearyingly tired as I have been in previous years, but somehow feeling like I accomplished a good deal this weekend. Ask me tomorrow and I’ll tell you whether or not that feeling is delusional.

Of course, we shoot Neighbors Are Friends (new film, yay!) in a couple of weeks. Which means STRAIGHT BACK TO THE GRINDSTONE.

/me must get off Google Reader. Also, Vee needs a twitter.

Spent yesterday [Friday] zipping between West Hollywood and Santa Monica, passing and taking lots of streets that you always see as the iconic LA streets (and the Beach Boys song).

Who knew that the Yahoo Center, MTV networks, and Sony/BMG were all within blocks of each other on Santa Monica Blvd?

Boss handed me an invitation to the Cassina/Angeleno Magazine furniture launch last week. It’s supposed to be a cocktail party tonight, but I was iffy on driving into LA proper. Then, when I was thinking about going today, I saw that it required an RSVP. Oh well. I’ll probably see photos on the design blogs in a bit, anyway. -wistful-

As it appears that I have had the movie/film industry on the brain, I’ll try and record any thoughts here for future reflection and processing. I’m thinking a label like “Adventures in Tinseltown.”

As an intro, I’m currently working at…well, on second thought, let’s hold that information for a bit. I’ve not taken especial precautions to shroud my identity in secret, and I know this industry runs on name recognition and credits, so I anticipate a “big reveal” some time in the future. For now, let’s see what pops out of my brain, shall we?

Will mention, though, that I work down the street from what used to be Chiat-Day headquarters–the Frank Gehry designed entrance (pre-wavy metal sheeting phase). And yesterday, I was logging footage at the foot of the Hollywood Sign, around the corner from the Pantages.

I can’t possibly be the only one who does this, but every time some big project comes to an end, I’ll be in a bit of a funk for a while. This year’s was a bit of a double-whammy, with finals followed by the film shoot, so I didn’t really have time to recover from my long run of 5 finals. Production wrapped and I was packing to move back down to Southern California day later. Tomorrow I have to pack and plan for a family vacation to Seattle (our flight leaves at 6pm). The day after I get back from Seattle, I start at my summer firm job.

Hectic, yes. Exhausting, yes. But in some ways, I’m glad it’s preventing me from spending too much time brooding over mistakes made and lost opportunities to be great. I am a perfectionist; just not a very good one.

Summer Projects include getting the Hastings Client Counseling Team website up and running; more comics work; running and weight loss; organizing my room. There’s work to be done still on Spectre. I wanted to put together an art of/making of book, as well. At some point, Temi and I will have another photo shoot, and I’ll have finish the small stack of books I’ve started in the living room as this summer’s “To Read” pile. And I promised Ando an NPC profile for his Shadowrun campaign that is now several weeks overdue (eep!)…and I wanted to start training at the NWTC. Crap. I need to pull myself together.

For starters: sleep.

On my way home today I passed a woman with ghost white blown-out hair, powder-pale and with bright red lips, clutching her long leather coat around her shoulders; I suddenly felt the irresistible urge to break into the Cruella De Vil song.

(Yes, I cheated with the semicolon. Bite me.)

Overheard in the dining commons: “This whole sex business is not getting any reading done.”

Professor Tax, wrapping up lecture a couple minutes late while the next class gets noticeably noisier in the hall: “These kiddies want to come in and talk about International Shoe.”

It’s spring break. Really, I should be writing more often, if only for the purpose of putting hypothetical pen to hypothetical paper and stretching the brian a bit.

The thing about creating the soundtrack to my life is the same as anyone on the internet. Do I represent myself as I’d like to be seen? Or as I really am?

Suspect that dichotomy really has room for more explanation. In my life, I’ve tried to narrow that gap as much as possible. This has lead to both success (being told that I’m pretty much exactly as I appear online) and some discomforting failures (my sometime inability to keep all the parts of my life separate from each other leading to me inflicting pointless details of my life on some hapless individual). Too tired to really explore this further. It’s something to keep in mind, though, as I’m trying to flesh out my stories. Probably for the superhero-themed ones.

Off the top of my head, the song that resonates right now is Imogen Heap’s “Hide and Seek”. Copland’s Fanfare for the Common Man is probably there as well, as is “Rainbow High” from Evita. One of these days, I’d like to get my hands on the Patti Lupone rendition. And there have to be at least one or two Vienna Teng songs in there, including “Eric’s Song”, and Tori Amos’ “Sleeps with Butterflies”. The most recent song on my list is probably Colbie Caillat’s “Bubbly”.

Sad Spring Break is almost over, but happy to go back. There is work to be done. Books to read, things to watch. I am resolved.