Something That Happened

February 2011

"Wouldn't it be nice...", as the Beach Boys sang, and I'm looking at an image of Pixar Studios on the web (which I had originally posted a link to but it appears to no longer exist) and I'm thinking, wouldn't that be a fun place to work? Of course, I am neither an animator nor a computer programmer, but still -- wouldn't it be nice to work somewhere fun? And that's my idea of fun: somewhere on the cutting edge of technology, utilizing current-and-always-verging-on-the-future tools to create, create, and create.

Hell, sweeping the floors would be fun in a place like that. (Well, depressing too: always longing to burn your creative juices, pining for a motivator like Mr. Disney or the notorious Mr. Jobs to help keep the action hot...but I would still probably find a way to keep things interesting.) Like come up with concepts, stories, and ideas to pitch while the animators pore over storyboards. I'll be the idea man, the Good Will Hunting of the studio hallways, composing ideas on the chalkboards during my lunch break. Sooner or later someone will discover me, and then I'll awake from this dream.

Tuesday, May 20, 2003

Still working on that story, although today, I must confess, did not turn out to be a work day. Believe me, though, something much more important came up. If I could do my thousand words (that's a thousand words day, according to Ms. See) right now I would, but I can't. The house needs to sleep, and I do, too. Tomorrow's an early day, if I can pry myself out of bed that early.

Monday, May 19, 2003

So I've been working on a short story, offline, for the past week, and I'm happy to report that it's coming along, although I don't know exactly how it is going to end. I have a vague notion of where it's going; or perhaps it's not so vague. Maybe that notion I have is as solid a notion as it gets. I'm thinking I may submit this story, and try to get it published somewhere, when it's done. When it's done.

Let's hope this streak continues.

Thursday, May 15, 2003

Although this blog is still evolving, emerging, becoming whatever it is bound to become (or perhaps it's there already), it does have a new domain name, and that's SomethingThatHappened.com. Which cements its validity, right? Hmmm...

So write it down, remember it, come back to it, link to it, do what you may with it -- but get it out there somehow, or it will forever be that soundless tree of the web. (At the time this was originally posted, this link led to a message from vaults of the Internet Archive, "No such website exists". If you see now find results after following that link, then you must be of the future.)

Tuesday, May 06, 2003

Mom in the dark confines of the bar, a big, greasy, hairy man hovering over her, attempting to plant another big, greasy, hairy kiss on her lips. Mom resisting, him caving in on her, she giving in, for the moment. Him offering her some beer. Here's a bottle, take it. Go on, you can have it. Mom holding the bottle, a child with candy. Me glaring at the guy, who the fuck are you? This is my mom, buddy. Respect her.

Monday, May 05, 2003

I now have sometime-access to a wireless phone, from which I will be able to blog. Look for more spectacular and short posts here, or perhaps spectacularly short posts.

This is good news for you, I would hope, since I'll be able to post more often. I promise to make those shorter posts interesting and worthwhile, as subjective as that is.

Sunday, May 04, 2003

Blogging from a bench in Malibu, via wireless phone, in the sun. The life. Wish mom was here.

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