50×365 #135: Chris D.

You were a regular sight, one I enjoyed. One day you stopped showing up to their church functions. “He’s hooked on drugs,” was their way of saying you had gone to The Dark Side and were beyond helping. I couldn’t believe they were giving up on you over a little pot.

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Bribery

I told myself if I dragged my ass out for a run, I could pick up a Wii game at the video store (rental). So that is what I did: ran the about 1.5 miles to the store, picked out Mario Kart (and the wheel) and ran home. And I made it, with a few stops along the way, mostly because the box was awkward to carry.

It had been so long since my last run that I was convinced that I wouldn’t be able to handle three miles. This is partly due to the fact that I run with Scott, who is a better runner, who I am always trying to keep up with, always feeling deficient and slow.

I think for the time being, I’ll need to do my runs alone, without the constant feeling that I’m slowing someone down. There is nothing worse than feeling like you’re losing, even if it’s not supposed to be a competition. These days, I need to win. At least the little battles.


Paralysis

Today sucks.

I try to stay away from the blog when I’m down, because I’ve wanted to spare any of the few readers that stop here, to not expose them to Me, The Dark Edition, the one who whines and cries every once in awhile, who sometimes can’t get past all of the little things in life that seem like total bullshit. Yeah, sometimes I think life is unfair and I want to whine about it. Even though I know it to be untrue, there are days when my problems are the biggest in the world, and who cares what anyone else is dealing with? On days like today I become that person. Wah, wah, wah.

I guess if I only blogged on the days when I felt optimistic and happy it wouldn’t be a true representation of me. My life is not a bright bowl of cherries everyday. This past year has really sucked. Hard.

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50×365 #134: K.B.

You were always trying too hard, to be friendly, to be flirtatious, to be helpful. While fruit-booting through Ann Arbor, you stayed behind me for the moment that when I fell, you could catch me. And you did. And I wished you would have just let me crash on the pavement.

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50×365 #133: C.K.

Your long and flowing handmade dresses made you look like a wizard as you’d swish and swoop down the hallways and disappear around corners, your sandaled feet not making a sound. You took film and worked your magic, even if it was tyrannically. After all, it was your studio, your castle.

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50×365 #132: R.J.

I felt an immediate kinship to you when I found out you were born in Korea and adopted (through the same agency!) when you were young. Successful, smart, and beautiful, I often thought of you as the big sister I might have had. And then like that, you were gone. Again.

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50×365 #131: Vern

I’ve never seen your wife while here on visits. I sometimes wonder where you’ve got the body stashed, but you two just lead a quiet, watchful life, knowing our activities better than we do sometimes. It’s nice to know you look out for us, even if it occasionally borders on creepy.

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50×365 #130: R.M.

You’d dress up in clown suits and perform shows for sick kids in the hospital. As kid, it seemed the noblest of deeds. They said, “the war really messed him up,” but I found your magic tricks to be priceless, even if some of the other family members weren’t amused.

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Green Bay Packers Management’s Message to Packer Fans Everywhere

We’ve made our decision: we’ve given up on winning.

Better hope you can still unload a bunch of those #4 jerseys on faithful fans, because there’s no way you’re getting top price for an Aaron Rodgers jersey.


Stardust

Back when I was wandering aimlessly through college and unsure of what I wanted to do (I think I had seven or eight major changes at LEAST), I decided to take a break and try trade school, broadcast school to be specific. It was an eight month program, and while I thought I might like to go into video editing (again, UNSURE), I felt like I was getting more out of splicing reel-to-reel tape and running studio cameras than from the philosophy, physics, and all of the other college classes I was taking that not only did I have no interest in, but I was bombing them, big time.

After “graduating” from the program I landed an internship that turned into a full-time assistant editorship at a small post house, one that I was quite familiar with, as my dad had worked with the senior editor on some projects he had done for one of the big auto giants that rhymes with Snord. Most of the subject matter was pretty dry — glove box videos, PSAs, instructional tapes, a series for the Catholic Church on the year 2000 (I worked on the sound mix/original score), and a series about your allergies and how nature hates you. Throw in the occasional local interest documentary and you’ve pretty much summed up the majority of what most film and video professionals in the Detroit area are working on, as much as they would love you to think this is the midwest version of Hollywood.

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Previously...

50x365 #135: Chris D.

Bribery

Paralysis

50x365 #134: K.B.

50x365 #133: C.K.