I haven't writ­ten in quite some time, I know that.

Last Mon­day, I got a call from Jeremy at the office, who wanted to know how hard it would be to develop a web­site for Troma Team Video, to use for US sales clients.

"Not that hard," I replied. "I can put some­thing together. What kind of time­frame are we look­ing at? Just don't tell me it has to be ready for Cannes," (which started this week).
"Michael [Herz, Troma co-founder and Vice Pres­i­dent] wants some­thing by Cannes."
"Shit."

So, for over a week, I've been engrossed in devel­op­ing this god­damn site day in, day out. That it required me to code a mysql-driven dynamic site from the ground-up is hard enough, being that I don't know mysql very well; but that com­bined with tons of repet­i­tive data entry was enough to bring back the good 'ol brain tumor. So I took a break and went to Nate's for HALO, which, even though I'm ter­ri­ble at that game, was a nice mini-vacation.

With regards to other hap­pen­ings in my small uni­verse, the girl I wrote about in the pre­vi­ous entry has a new boy-toy, so nuts to that. I sup­pose I'm a bit more upset about that than I should be. Even though we quickly estab­lished what things were, I guess I didn't give much thought to what things weren't. I can selec­tively ignore face-value sometimes.…It was worth a shot, though. Now I can cross it off my to-do list.

We had a party last Sat­ur­day nite, which went fairly well, with the excep­tion of some kid who came in, threat­ened to kick everyone's ass, and quickly there­after stole our keg. I sup­pose these things hap­pen. I was passed out by 1am, right when things started get­ting inter­est­ing. Made no dif­fer­ence to me, though, as it was the best sleep I've had in weeks.

We're going to do it again some­time soon…sometime when I can actu­ally stay awake for the fes­tiv­i­ties, lol. I wished I had stayed awake, there were a cou­ple of peo­ple (one in par­tic­u­lar) who I wanted to spend more time with, but again, these things happen.

I've decided, per­haps against bet­ter judg­ment, and cer­tainly per­haps oth­ers' wishes, to halt pro­duc­tion of BLACK BALLOON. To be per­fectly hon­est, I don't know why. A friend asked, "Well darn. What hap­pened? New dis­trac­tions?" No, not really. Who knows… The rea­sons will come to me at some point, but not now.

On the brighter side of things, Indi sent me some can­dles he made for me, and they smell absolutely heav­enly! I'd make him some­thing, if I knew how to make any­thing, that is.

P.S. Kylie Minogue rules!