It's Six PM, Do You Know Where Your Children Are?

Well, I should, I'm standing right here. A story from many years ago. Let it stew, someday I might just tell it.

I feel kind of bad, I've been doing these massive "update" bloggings, and leaving to the side, my actual separate entries that focus on one topic, gripe or event. My apologies, for here is another massive attack in one fell swoop (entry).

Dr AC, Fool for Blood was over last night. I'm sure I've written about him before (I know I posted his interview w/ me on this blog @ one point). He's a fellow horror fanatic. I first heard of him many years ago; through my friend Brian...husband of friend Jessica whom I had starred with in The Intervention many years ago. Speaking of that, I feel I'm still living in the glory days of that film. I'm still so proud of that film and the work we did...all of us. I think it really is a great film that I wish more people could see. In addition, it's my best work on film (cuz I've done SOOOOO much). I digress. I finally "met" Dr. AC (aka Aaron Christenson, sp?...Lord!) on MySpace. We've chatted and for months have been saying "we need to meet up and talk horror". Well, last night, it finally happened. Over some pizza, the other half, AC and I chatted horror, talked about his book, gave him a viewing of French Toast (I'm unsure if he liked it; although he had some positive comments). Well, let me tell you about his book. I bought a copy and had it signed; in my own home...very nice. It's 101 essays; written not by filmmakers or critics, but by the fans themselves; from all over the world, a vast array of ages and from all different backgrounds. I blatantly told Aaron that I wanted to write an essay for volume two; which he stated was certainly on the agenda. He informed me that based on our online (and now "real-life") encounters, he had me on his possible list, thus I am super excited. We had a great evening and have made promises to meet again soon, watch some flicks and chat some more about our beloved horror flicks. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was interested in meeting some of the folks he has met in his travels and book-making. However, the bottom line is that I'm always excited to make connections w/ other true horror fiends. It's a lovely bond that I truly appreciate. So, Aaron, I'm super-pleased to have finally exchanged a real "in-the-flesh" handshake!

French Toast (speaking of it so many sentences ago) is moving along. There is progress; at last. The score is actually "done", whatever that means. (I don't mean that in a harsh way, I am just sure there will be plenty of fiddling @ this time). Shafeeg has forwarded all of the tracks to me and I've in turn, forwarded them to Adam, my sound guy. He has everything, although I did get some emails from him today that I must acknowledge. Could this really be nearing completion? I am planning a meeting between the other half (his input has been invaluable), Shafeeg and Adam to work out final kinks and get 'er done.

I'm still working on my reel (for my own purposes and for The Gauntlet online auditions). I received in the mail, some films from past director friend, Bob. However, the ones I really needed were not able to play on either my computer of DVD player, so I am awaiting some "do-overs". I sure do like putting things in quotes, have you noticed?

I still have yet to send my synopsis of Sid's Apple to Tic Tock Studios; as I said I would. Perhaps the time has passed for such an email, but I'll still do it. Better late than never. We shall see.


Finally, the showing we had (did I already blog this? Who the hell cares...here it is again), on Sunday, resulted in an interested party who (whom?) returned on Monday for a follow up viewing. Apparently, he brought a friend to confirm that he was making a good move. We were told that an offer would be made; although, two days later, we haven't gotten any info.

Okay, so not finally, speaking of the move out...I don't know when/if we are ever going to be leaving. Still all up in the air. Still sooooooo all up in the air. Can you tell I'm getting irritated by this strange limbo existence? Can I even call it an existence? Every day that passes, finds me enjoying our home less and less. It doesn't feel like ours anymore. After all of of the work and time we put into this place, I feel saddened by the fact that I can't really claim this as ours any longer. Strange.

BTW, my laptop seems to be dying. The poor soul will knock me off of the internet @ random moments, generally when I'm in the middle of some pressing project; such as this entry.

Finally, for real this time, Whitney Houston was just playing on one of our Comcast music stations. You know what, Whit? I don't know where broken hearts go. I really don't. I wish I did, for your sake. Hang in there, dear.