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Posted by Mick on January 8, 2010 – 10:56 pm

All my angels have gone home
Can we use yours?

What a day.  What a damn wonderful day.

We had a meeting at work today.  Our GM, who is as nice a guy as I’ve ever worked with, wants to start a new weekly meeting to keep the team informed of what’s going on and just make sure we all see each other every once in awhile, I guess.  It’s probably a good idea, and even if it isn’t it’s not a bad idea.  But that’s not why I bring it up.  I bring it up because one of the things he wants to do in the meeting is have every one of us tell some “good news”.  Notice the quotes.  Yes, I intend them to be “air quotes”.  I’m really going overboard to indicate sarcasm.

That’s spelled S-A-R-C-A-S-M.

It’s not that I disagree with the idea, not at all.  I’ve got an MA in Psychology and 11 years in the field, I know it’s an excellent technique, and I know that when done in conjunction with a genuine interest in fostering better relations it’s effective.

You want everyone else to tell some good news?  Fine, I’m on board.  Oh wait, you want me to do that?  I don’t do that.  Especially when you spring it on me with no warning.  There are so many things to consider, I don’t even know where to start.  Do you want me to tell work related good news, are we sticking with current events, or am I supposed to delve into my personal life?  Once we get that established, I’ll have to weigh all the possible choices  in that category.  Let’s be honest, I’ll have to dig through my notes and try and remember something.

I just don’t think like that.  I should, I know.  I want to, really I do.  But I’ve been bitter and cynical for so long, I don’t know how.

But I’m tryin’ to be the shepherd.

Cut to a few hours later.  I’m having a long discussion with a dear friend who’s dealing with a combination of professional disappointments,  problems with friendships, and personal demons.  Does that sound like good news?  Well guess what?  It is.  He’s doing wonderfully.  He’s digging deep and making some long overdue changes.  He’s rediscovering his creativity.  He’s growing through the experiences, and he already knows that he’ll come out of it all stronger.

Last night, Tron and I had our first real meeting on a new project.  I’m going to try and tell you as much as I can, but I also don’t want to give anything away, so bear with me here – I’m still figuring out my boundaries.  I had an idea a month or so ago.  A strong idea, maybe one of the best ideas I’ve had in months.  The only problem with it is that I was just getting started on another project and didn’t want to distract myself.  The idea lent itself to a nice horror treatment, and Tron is a huge horror fan who is frequently critical of much of the modern output.

Had you been there, you might have seen the lightbulb pop into existence over my head.  “Let’s see what Tron can do with this!”

So I present Tron with the idea.  And I tell him to think.  Last night, we set down, and he had definitely been thinking. By the end of the evening we had worked out our A plot, our B plot, and our C plot.  It’s looking like a thriller with a strong horror element.  The story is going places I wouldn’t have thought of, some very cool places.  It’s looking like Tron and I are a good team.

On a side note, I’m hearing that some of you think I’m writing a script about the bands Mastadon and Dethklok.  As funny as I think that is, let me clarify it for you.  I am not writing a script for the bands.  I am not writing a script about the bands.  It honestly has nothing to do with the bands.  The script is named Mastadon/Dethklok.  There may or may not be two characters who use the names Mastadon and Dethklok (there are- but don’t tell anyone).  That is all.

Two events planned for tomorrow, so Tara and I stayed in tonight.  I was in the mood for a Coen brothers flick.  Tara had never seen Barton Fink.  She made pasta and garlic bread, and we watched the movie cuddled up next to each other.  And what a damn fine choice it was.  Tara asked me after the movie, “was it different watching the movie as a writer?”  Yeah, it was quite different.  Silence.  For all the fast talking and convoluted dialogue, for me it was a study in silence.  Silence in words and silence in action.  There’s more, but I haven’t digested it all yet.  I may never put it all to words.  In this case, I think that might be appropriate.

Did I mention it was a damn wonderful day?  Today, that comes with absolutely  no sarcasm.

I guess I can tell some good news after all.  I just need the proper audience.  Thanks, folks.  I dig each and every one of you.

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