Practicalmadness

1. Today in finally accepting the fact that psychotically believing I'll be one of the Great Filmmakers and/or Writers and/or Webheads does not mean it will happen, while also acknowledging that having psychotically believed in such and having been wrong does not, therefore, ensure my utter failure as a species* or artist. Wait, what? Oh, this was all supposed to be one sentence, which was to continue as such:

Having accepted/acknowledged the above (yes, even my rambling, fell syntax), I began dreaming up movies not that I would like to have made, or would like to watch, but rather want to write, and further would maybe like to produce and direct if the script meets my admittedly low standards. (Standards are as follows: Did I write it? Is it in English or the language of some country with a film industry?)

And these thoughts led to other thoughts like ideas for this website that do not require a million pageviews a day or massive participation from an army of registered readers.

And that made me want to come home and, well, do some of it. Right after this game of Neggsweeper.

* Homo coffeeman, the caffeinated species.

2. Today at work, that most loathed of places, I was bantering with the assistant manager (only last week my arch-enemy) and talking coffee beans with the shift supervisor (only last week an incredible annoyance), and I could feel myself falling into familiar patterns of behavior from My Old Store, where I was respected and happy. Which could fool one into believing (no!) that I was, well, at peace with my job, which was heretofore believed impossible short of a total lobotomy or a fresh coffee shipment.

3. Wow, my Author's Voice is a pretentious ass, isn't he? =D