The Bright Side

Hmm. Guess I mentioned the "open a vein" line in the very next blog. I should read these things. Ah, well. Wednesday, September 06, 2006

It's been suggested that my blogs of late have been a bit depressing. Travis's exact words, I think, were that they made him want to open a vein. So I'll endeavor to be a little brighter. Instead of my usual rant (which tends to be somewhat cranky, I'll admit), I'll list the stuff I'm happy about right now.

For instance, I'm so glad to be in San Antonio right now. One cannot always say that. It's been hot as the pit lately, but the rain, the lovely rain, it came a-pouring down yesterday and last night, and now I have the windows open and the temp is in the 70s (if you're into Celcius, translate that as nice and cool) and the sunshine is brilliant and I feel like a new man. Rain and sun being a proven combination, tomorrow I'll no doubt have to mow, a job I do not relish. But I don't even care, it feels so good today.

And my friends, I love my friends. Yesterday was Andy's birthday, and a bunch of us met at Casbeer's. A San Antonio tradition, but I'd never been there before, and I liked it. The food was only okay, but the company was great, and the atmosphere was so wonderfully seedy. I don't know if the toothless old guy with the eye-patch (who was there when I entered and left) is a permanent installation, but he should be. Just the sort of advertising you want, if you desire the Mistah Pete dollar.

But it was my friends I was talking about, wasn't it? Andy's a great guy, and I was pleased to help him welcome a new year. His wife Dar is one of my favorites (favorite people, not favorite of his wives), and she was there. Travis and his wife Leah, whom I was meeting for the first time. Amy, Erik, Lanni, Nikki, Tony, Randy, and a number of Andy's friends whom I'd not met before. But everybody loves Andy. And there was plenty of gab and juicy gossip going around the table. Good time.

My family, I'm crazy about my family. I know my last blog might've sounded negative on the subject, but what might've been left unsaid, what I didn't think needed to be said, is that my kid really is great. He's endlessly funny, often intentionally so, and has more energy than swimming pool full of Red Bull. My wife is the smartest person I know, and she's good to me. One cannot always say this, but when I look at the blogs of so many people I know, I'm so glad not to be young and single. (Rest easy, dear reader, knowing that I'm not talking about you... the people of whom I speak are far too self-involved to be reading my blog...)

I'm due a big check in the middle of this month. Actually, it was due at the beginning of the month, but they assure me it'll get here by about the 15th. That will end a lot of money woes for me, and I'll breathe much easier.

There are a lot of new projects on my horizon, some of which really excite me. A new script, a short film or two, even the possibility of a TV show. And all of them things I want to do, not assignments. The distinction is so important to me right now that I stoop to using italics. Sure, doing my own stuff means no money coming in, but at least I'll be attacking the work with gusto. And that's essential to my happiness.

If my next blog is cranky again, you'll know the projects all fell through. Buy me a beer.