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Emails from Scott – Valentine’s Day

I have never understood the hate some people feel for Valentine’s Day. It’s a day dedicated to love – what could possibly be wrong with that? Oh sure, it’s commercialized, but so is Christmas. And sure, if your significant other is only getting their act together on this one day to tell you that you’re loved, you’ve likely got a problem. BUT STILL – love and flowers and chocolate! How could anything with all that be BAD?

I know many men find it to be a landmine of epic proportions. Naturally, Scott falls into this group.

So we made a deal on our anniversary not to get each other ANYTHING for V day. This was discussed several times over the last few weeks and she was adamant that I not get her anything and repeated to me until it was drilled into my head…

She woke me up at 2 am and gave me my gift! 2am!!! At a time that 100% guarantees that I cannot go out and get her anything at all. So on the way to work this morning after we dropped off the kids she asks me if I got her anything and if I am just setting up some elaborate something or other… I reminded her that she told me at least 75 times not to get anything and that we swore up and down that this year we were going to stick to it and even promised on our anniversary and sealed it with a kiss.

April & Wendy, one day you both will be married and on behalf of your husband’s I beg you to just tell them what you want instead of expecting them to read your minds and if you do tell them something 75 times and they do exactly what you tell them to do don’t trick them and then get mad at them.

And gentleman, if you feel the same, I’m happy to point out that Wendy is single and agrees:

I would neeeeeeeevvvvvver tell ANYONE to not get me a present… in fact I am kind of pissed that I don’t get presents daily just for being awesome. I also believe it important to just freaking say what you want because the rest of the games and bullshit give me a stomach ache.

Happy love day to all!

OMG y’all I totally know what I’m going to write

….assuming I can find the Word doc with the notes I created many months ago for my “epic” little tale. It’ll be hawesome.

Speaking of which, have I mentioned how excited I am that Nickerson has resurrected the Vlog that coined that magical word? Cause I am.

LOST VLOGS: The birth of “HAWESOME!” from Shane Nickerson on Vimeo.

And finally, my laugh of the day, courtesy of the lovely MagsMac. As we discussed God Only Knows What, I remarked that I would send the Houston Zoo‘s Toby, the World’s Cutest Animal, on an attack mission. To which Mags responded, “Toby would never. Toby is good at math and dresses like a gentleman.”

houston zoo toby

Ed! Buy me!”

1.1

Normally I am a very impatient person, never content to settle, and like everything to work just as it should. Normally.

I can put up with a lot when I love you.

Which is why, for the past month or so, I have overlooked the various little glitches and annoyances coming from Wendine. I track four email accounts on the phone – mine, Todd’s, work, and band. Moving through them all had lately come to be a chore. Tap screen to go back to main menu. Expect immediate response. Tap screen again. Roll eyes. Tap screen again, this time more firmly. Sigh. See new screen.

Same thing with text messages. I’d tap the screen expecting a response and have to wait. Roll eyes and sigh. TwitterFon had gotten to the point that simply scrolling through quickly would lock everything up altogether. Annoying. I made do though, because I was kinda attached.

There are some things that can’t be overlooked though. At the Astros home opener, I had no signal at all. No way to tweet my rants about crappy playing, no way to twitpic the beautiful field on opening day. It wasn’t just me though, I heard from several friends that they too could never connect. Alright then.

Monday though, again at Minute Maid; this time in left field versus opening day’s right; and this time with several iPhone toting friends surrounding me. All tweeting and texting away [some even to EACH OTHER]. Me though; I could never get TwitterFon to connect and could only get a text message through if I held the phone slightly mid-air over Carissa’s lap. I’d had enough.

I’d been saying for a while that I needed to get a new phone. Those who don’t know Apple would look at me oddly; then I would explain to them that replacement was the standard Apple repair plan. Which really, you’ve got to love. [Hush Alan]. Very few other companies in the world will simply exchange your product because you’re not getting the performance you should. I realize it’s probably cheaper for them to do it that way. The difference is that normally you don’t have to go through multiple repair trips and arguing with tech support to get the replacement. It’s simple and easy.

With more important things to attend to yesterday (expiring Sephora coupon) I made my Genius Bar appointment for this evening after work. Checked in at the store and shopped the accessories while waiting my turn. Was summoned to the back, took my seat at the bar and explained my issues. Genius Dude simply nodded and began typing away on his MacBook. Then “I’ll be right back with your new phone.”

Poor Wendine. Laid there on the table, face down with her little scratches on the back. She’d seen so much. Austin. Houston. Vegas. California. Spoon. Decemberists. Metallica. The times she’d lit my way as I walked through a darkened club or, most recently, a pitch-black night. The first phone I’d never once dropped. My very first iPhone. I was gonna miss her. I gave her a little sad smile as Genius Dude came back with that little white box.

He plugged Wendine 1.1 in and began the set-up process while boxing up Wendine 1.0. “OK, so I’m just going to take this one here and put him in the box..”
“Her” I interrupted.
He laughed. “Oh. I’m sorry. OK, ‘her’.”
I smiled and explained “The iPhone is a her, the iPod is a he. They have names. Steve and Wendine.” [Shouldn't this be in my file? I mean all the information that Apple collects, they didn't grab that little nugget too? "Overly attached to her communication and music devices and gives them human names. Approach with caution. Remove device at your own risk."]
“Steve and Wedine” Genius Dude repeats, laughs again and hands me my new phone.

He left the protective plastic cover on the screen. I like that. New Wendine is all bright and shiny, has no memory of anything that happened past Sunday night, and is ready for anything. I wonder what adventures she’ll see.

Bank Fail.

I need a new bank account. I love me a credit union, and it’s where I’ve been keeping my money for the past few years, taking advantage of my Longhorn student (then alumni) status and stashing it away at the University credit union. Fantastic for when you’re living in Austin. I’ve got a branch all around me in my current location. But once you leave Austin? Not so much. And I hate paying ATM fees.

So I’m going to need something more accessible. Something a wee bit more global. But maybe something still Texan. Maybe even something Longhorn… Thinking about this earlier today suddenly all those Bank of America advertisements in the alumni magazine paid off and I recalled their “MyExpression Banking” program. Longhorn checks, check card, heck even a Longhorn AMEX! The perfect solution. Off I went to check it out.

I hit the website, told it what state I was in, and got this:

Well. At least it wasn’t Oklahoma. Or Tech.

Might want to look at diverting some of that advertising budget over to the web guys BoA.

I’ve Been Here Before; But Where am I Going

It’s that time again. That time that I always dread, yet tell the most stories about afterwards. The time that tries mens’ souls; the time that tests our mettle. I refer, of course, to crunch week, the final days before our movie must be shaped into something presentable for the masses.

To be truthful, I love this time. I never feel more accomplished or skilled as the week that I have 30 shots to do and I must do them NOW and there is no room for error. To rise to that occasion is to feel empowered. To succeed is to be employable.

There will be sacrifices. Oh, as usual, I will be a mess by the end of the week. I’ll be pulling an all-nighter Friday night getting final renders banged out, and then drive to the airport the next morning with the hope amongst hopes that I’ll be able to sleep on the plane. I made sure I got a nonstop flight to make it easier.

And then, after the festivities, there will be the slight depression. The strange feeling that one doesn’t know what to do with themselves when the project that’s consumed their free time for two years is suddenly not in their lives anymore. There will be shots that need to be redone, and a lot of touching up, but it’s not the same. Like Baby blues of a creative nature.

But there’s projects. There’s things to do. And there’s plans, as well. I have a month of school left, and then, I do believe it’s time for a Vegas trip. And I’ll probably be working there, but it’s really hard to call it work with a straight face when I love doing it so much. I’m quite ready to whittle down things to a single project, be successful at it, and discover all this wonderful free time that appears as I focus on one thing. You should be there when it happens. The look on my face will be classic. Like someone just put a large amount of cash in front of me, and I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to pick it up, but I’m sure it’s a trick. You mean, this is my free time? I can go do anything, and nobody will think ill of me?

No, shut up. You’re lying. No? Oh.

(pause)

Really?

In any case, I must stop looking forward for a minute and look to the present. More shots to do. More work to finish.

And this one other thing. It’ll be cool. I’m rather psyched.

You’ll see.

Thus Began the Shameless Plug

Atomfilms and Lucasfilm announced the entries for this year’s Fan Movie Challenge, and while we weren’t expecting to enter the contest itself (we thought we were being shown as a seperate out of competition entry), there we are. Now seeing the competition this year, I don’t feel guilty about telling you to head over and watch our film, and if you like it, Vote for it! :)

I’ll be in Los Angeles attending the Fan Movie Challenge and also an exclusive showing of Return of Pink Five: Volume 3, which i’m working on as we speak, quite furiously.

In any case, hope you enjoy the movie.

-Chris

Well Thank God

W00t

FYI, party in Austin on May 19th. :)

We Interrupt This Blog…

To point your attention to that annual little contest known as the Bloggies, where this year our buddy Wil is up for a Lifetime Achievement Award. So go here, and scroll down to the almost very end, till you see this:

Vote for Wil!

and then, you know, vote for Wil.

Vote early and often! Tell your friends! Call up your mom and tell her she’s voting too, even though she doesn’t know what the hell this blogging thing is all about. She’s your mom, she’ll do whatever you ask. So will the kids next door; ask them too. Give them candy if you have to.

Thanks!!

Snow. In Texas.

Occasionally, we do get some. Like the native Texan dork my tundra-bound friends know me to be, nothing gets me out of bed quicker than the news that snow is falling outside. What began as a slight dusting with snowflakes you had to squint to see soon turned in to an actual real live snowfall. I of course have a few pictures already, and likely will have more before the day is done, but this one is my current favorite:

And yes, I took video too:

SNOW!!

Happy Thanksgiving

Nothing quite as festive as a blue-state (at heart) girl being driven through a red-state with a native resident.

Nice to be back in Colorado, though it is a little bit cold. Seeing as how I learned to play hold’em here, I’d say the odds of finding my way into a game are pretty damn high.

Hope everyone has a great holiday!