george died last night. i got the call from dad at 1 a.m. It wasn't unexpected, but that didn't stop me sleeping all day as is my mourning wont. I had dreams about the house he retired in -- my childhood grandparents' home, and him barbecuing shish-kebabs. Dad had dreams about G teaching him the proper way to do a push-up in the gym. We all have our baggage.
I decided it would be a good idea to take in a mindless movie for two hours and forget my life for a bit. The payoff was good, Red Riding Hood didn't exactly suck, but the concept of Teutons having crocheted shawls did irk me the entire time. fuck it, whatever, it was pretty. I came out of the theater with that dizzy feeling that comes of spending two hours in a dark room having camera angles thrust at you while sitting down, and the mini bottle of Makers probably didn't help, but it's still a nice sort of disorientation. There's nothing like sitting in a theater.
Also, I finally resolved my problem of feeling unpurposeful after the megadeadline was defeated yesterday. Blair's asked me to do the logo for SEGSA 2012, which will be held in asheville and which I hope to have a major behind-the-scenes part in organizing, just to know how these things are done. I think my odds are good; if i show up, knock the logo out of the ballpark and am generally a willing warm body on the ground, I should get to play a pretty big part in the grunt-work of organizing a conference -- holy fuck.
All i need now is a better working knowledge of illustrator, some balls, and a little free time. luckily, i've got at least half of all three of those things.
Big leagues, here I come.
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