Friday, February 16, 2007

House of Pain

Jump up, jump up and get down.

Actually, the title doesn't so much refer to cool Irish rappers, but rather the state of our house. Everyone is stricken with something, with severity ranging from phantom owies to plague like conditions that used to thin out civilizations. We're just cool like that.

Alex and Zoe, thankfully, are fine. Alex has a slight case of the crazies, but usually we just call that mornings. Nothing out of the ordinary. Zoe has a slight case of the melancholies, she was climbing up a different ladder type thing at the playground and when she got on top, we applauded her and cheered her on. She looked at us deadpan for a few moments, and then just sighed and went on her way.

My mother's had headaches on and off, but her neck/shoulder has been bothering her the most. She wakes up from the pain, with pain, and she's going to go for physical therapy soon. I probably will have to drive her despite her insistence that I take the bus - I don't mind doing that and killing an hour on the laptop, although I think it bothers my mom because she has to be in her bra during therapy. I actively stare at my laptop the last time that happened. I got enough mental problems.

My wife's got us all beat because she came home from the doctors yesterday and had a doctor's diagnosis of having pneumonia - so she's got the next few days off. She's not exactly having a ball having time off though, she's coughing pretty heavily and at times I expect some internals to fly out of her mouth, the way she's coughing so hard. She coughs like some protagonist with consumption in a tragic love story. I feel bad for her, and I ask her if she's okay while turning on the closed captioning to the TV.

As for me, the same old thing. They took the dressing out of my lower right tooth (but not the salad, the bastards), and now the hole in my mouth feels lonely and quite painful. So Vicodin's in my system and ibuprofen as well, chased with some whiskey and a handful of some pink pills I found behind the couch. I think it's cold medicine or birth control pills. I'll let you know in 9 months. But anyway, I'm supposed to irrigate my holey tooth with a syringe to make sure it's cleaned out. It tickles, but not as much as the rash on my hoohah.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

A Color Quiz

So, I don't really have any content since I ran out of Vicodin, so I took a quiz. I shall comment accordingly, in bold italics because it's more dramatic. You can find out what the hell's wrong with you at The Color Quiz.

Your Existing Situation

Readily participates in things that provide excitement or stimulation. Wants to feel exhilarated.

Yes, and no. Participates in things like videogames and other forms of procrastination, yeah. Naked skydiving? Not so much. I want to feel free, not so much exhilarated.

Your Stress Sources

Wants to overcome a feeling of emptiness and of separation from others. Believes that life still has far more to offer and that he may miss his share of experiences if he fails to make the best use of every opportunity.

Very much so. I think they're watching me right now. I should probably stop touching myself if that is the case. But it does feel good... I'll stop in a second.


He therefore pursues his objectives with a fierce intensity and commits himself deeply and readily. Feels himself to be completely competent in any field in which he engages, and can sometimes be considered by others to be interfering or meddlesome.

HAHAHAHAHAHA. It said I was competent.

Your Restrained Characteristics

Very exacting in the standards he applies to his choice of a partner and seeking a rather unrealistic perfection in his sex life.

I don't have unrealistic ideals of perfection in my sex life. All I care is that I get to cum.

What?


Your Desired Objective

Wants to make a favorable impression and be recognized. Needs to feel appreciated and admired. Sensitive and easily hurt if no notice is taken of him or if he is not given adequate acknowledgment.

If that's okay with you. Is that okay with you? Do I need to do something different? I can add some photos, maybe make the blog prettier. Why are you looking away? Am I boring you? Look at me. Please. Look!

Your Actual Problem

Afraid that he may be prevented from achieving the things he wants and therefore demands that others should recognize his right to them.

That's right. So transfer all your savings to my production company right now, and you will see the most badass feature film ever to come out of an indie filmmaker.


Your Actual Problem #2

Strongly resists outside influence and any interference with his freedom to make his own decisions and plans. Works to establish and strengthen his own position.

Sadly very true, which is probably why I'll never get anywhere in life because the world doesn't work like that. They need validation from others that I'm a capable human being, not some guy who works for himself, is his own boss, and has his own ideas. Sigh. Fucking color quiz.

Today was a Good Day

These past couple weeks I've been pretty down on myself - between the pain of getting the wisdom teeth pulled and the stress of editing and feeling sorry for myself, it all gets a little gloom and doom.

So today was a very welcome change of pace. I had a follow-up appointment today for my wisdom tooth, the one corner where they had to cut the bone in order to remove the tooth, and they changed out the dressing. Anyway, by the time I got home I was actually in a pretty good mood, and that pretty much was sustained throughout the whole day. I mean, what a difference in everything. I had fun with the kids tonight, cooked dinner, even cheated and watched "The Departed" as well.

Oh, it should be noted though, my wife and I didn't really do anything today - we have a money issue right now, but also she had to work tonight and we didn't really plan anything anyway. But I think we were both okay about it. The kids got some Valentine's candy from Grandma, so it was all good.

But when the kids got up from their nap, we went out for a walk and the kids got on their rainboots, and they got to go splashing in puddles, which they enjoyed thoroughly. Alex got to hold a stick over the water and pretend he was fishing, and Zoe got to jump around the puddle.

I fixed spaghetti for dinner, which isn't really a big deal but it was for me, since I hadn't cooked in quite a while. The kids enjoyed their dinner and then we got to watch "The Iron Giant" tonight, which I remember was a really great movie. Well, actually I didn't watch it, instead watching "The Departed" on my laptop. It's a remake of "Infernal Affairs", starring Andy Lau and Tony Leung, which after some thought, is ultimately better than the remake because it actually had more depth than the American counterpart, which is quite rare a distinction for a Hong Kong movie. I dunno, seems like the bonds were stronger in "Infernal", but "The Departed" was still pretty good nonetheless.

Another thing I did was post some of my old stuff on youtube, including the trailer for Gonzo, Authorship, the blooper reel for Authorship, and some other interesting stuff. However, I'm not going to lead you to Youtube. Consider this a plug for The Chipper Report.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Procrastination

One of my biggest faults as a human being is my propensity to procrastinate. Look it up and it's like a bullet point for all my personality traits. Fear of failure. Perfectionism. A sense of feeling like I need time for leisure. Fear of rejection. While realizing that isn't really a cure for it, it does help me understand some of the obstacles that I need to overcome. I think another one of my deals is that I can't handle massive projects, and weddings happen to be one of them. I just finished a photo montage and it was at best, a 5 hour project maybe, scattered through a couple days. I didn't really stress out about it, in fact was sorta fun and I even threw in a couple other things to make the DVD more rewatchable. Small projects are really kind of more my thing - I suppose that has to do with my preference towards magazines, comic strips, singles, and video games. Very goal oriented, short investments of time.

So I've got another 15 days until this next wedding is due, and I'm still on the bride getting ready. Sometimes I just look at the footage and just get bored. But I just gotta look at it this way, 4 more weddings to edit and then I'll just stop forever. Doing weddings is kinda like editing the same type of story over and over again. The story structure is the same, and most of the times the content is samey.

Sigh.

Alex has been going through a stubborn, argumentative stage these couple days. He'll argue with you and say things like, "I'm doing this, ok?" and he's been getting time outs for it. Seems like he's gotten used to bossing his sister around, and he thinks he can get away with doing it with his parents. But I guess it's all in phases. Seems like as Zoe gets out of her whiny stage, Alex gets in his bossy stage. Zoe's due for some kind of behavioral flare up next...

Right now I'm sitting in a physical therapist's office while my mom's getting her shoulder looked at. Get a lot of work done when she's getting medical attention.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Some Other Photos



They were having fun the other night chasing each other. They're looking at Zelda on the TV.



Yes, I know I'm the Man.




Zoe actually wanted me to take a photo of her doing that.



My wife explaining to Zoe how she was conceived.

Some Photos



They were both sitting on a cement block that held up the handicapped parking sign, and both mesmerized by the activities.



I love this shot because it's such a wonderment type shot. I think even though we don't see his face, one could imagine what it'd be like.



I wanted to take a photo of Alex smiling pleasantly as he was enjoying the Lion Dance, and I was surprised that he lifted up his hand to kind of acknowledge me. In the other photos, he looks like he's trying to block his face, but he was just giving me a nice little, "Hi Dad" wave.




At the end, it became all worthwhile - we hadn't planned on going up to the dancers, but other parents were doing it but we managed to finagle one last photo op just as they were leaving, and Alex got his wish. He was holding his hand out through most of the Lion Dance because we teach him if he wanted stray cats to come to him, just hold out his hand and wait for them to come to you. So he held his hand out, hoping for contact. So when the Lion bent down and even let Alex put his hand in its mouth, you know the little boy had a pretty neat day...