The reset button

Finally got my books unpacked, just one more evening of work and I may have the new place decorated and thereby almost livable. Have a killer sound system which has been accumulating parts for years but never been set up. Now that it is, I'm afraid to turn it up past 25% volume, not knowing how thick my walls are. The California job, thought exhausting, reminded me that I actually do enjoy working in media. (The I shot have made it on the production blog here.) It had been about 2 years since I've enjoyed going in to work, and about 8 months with life completely on hold waiting for the people I had been working for so glumly to fulfill promises to me. Yet somehow I've managed to leverage myself into a position, finally, where I enjoy what I do, I'm developing projects of my choosing again, and I've basically abandoned all of the former horribly depressing elements of my life. Oh, and when I choose to work, I usually work for a $50/hr minimum... that's post-tax rate. Oh, and against all odds not having a stupid-talking-picture-box in my apartment hasn't fazed me at all. (Well, I confess I have a little 13 inch which doesn't pick up broadcast but I can watch movies on...) So here is a jumping off point, new home, new job, new life. I'm intending to post here at least twice a week if as a writing and discipline exercise at the least. I've gotten out of the position that requires corporate confidentiality, so I can actually talk about work goings on, not just vaguely imply. Oh, and ask me about robot zombies. Even better, listen to track 1 and track 2 and then envision robot zombies and then ask me what the hell I am thinking...

tags: robot  zombie  reset  life  apartment  copasetic  ballyhoo  music  

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