Still looking for work, but also in Cleveland finishing the final final sound mix for my movie. Soon I can forget about it and concentrate on making my reel. My apologies to those of you who have asked me for it -- it's been on the back burner.
As has dating. (You noticed? How sweet.)
Life started to imitate art, you see. Everything below the jump actually started to manifest like some sort of perverse chapter of The Secret. Yes, I just admitted that everything below the jump is mendacious compost. You can stop sending me the bad country song lyrics now.
Anyway, I anticipate being able to start entertaining a social life sometime in early June. Good luck.
April 11, 2013:
I am on social embargo until I find more work.
It appears that the side-effect of self-producing, directing, and editing your first feature film instead of amassing an impressive string of resume giblets is that you end up the professional equivalent of the recent divorcee who has ended his or her seven year marriage and ended up, well, HERE.
So... to that end, I have chained together a bizarre but plausible logic stream while running today (which is, other than solo karaoke, working, and looking for work, the only outlet I'm allowing myself):
1. My professional situation is like I said previously, akin to a divorced person re-entering the dating game in the most awkward way possible. Online.
2. I have read in many articles that scheming would-be adulterers are using the professional networking site LinkedIn to successfully court their potential unethical others.
3. The inverse should then be that one can use OK Cupid to find a job. Not a job at OK Cupid, mind you, but a job in one's chosen profession.
So hey. I'm a filmmaker. Until I find a good chunk of work in video production or post-production, I will not be pursuing further dates. Suggestions appreciated. I have a reel. I have a resume. I have a two hour business card.
Help me find a job, and then I'm back on the "available" market.
Yup, this may be the most bizarre update I've EVER MADE -- but you never know.
The pictures are real. I am black & white in person. I am merely available. There is an other. (He is in Technicolor.)
I believe there is a subset of Poly called Cranky, and there's far less cuddling involved.
You: Do you burn?
Me: I don't even melt.
Recently someone asked me, "If you write that you're looking for short term relationships, why don't you say you're looking for casual sex?"
I replied, "Because I'm not casual about anything."
You are in a painfully dim room, illuminated only by the reality television show that you watch to make your life seem just a bit less miserable. Because at least you're not whoring yourself out for nitrous, or burying yourself in expired yogurt cartons, or pawning your autographed Judge Landis baseball card to pay off a gambling debt you won't admit to. You are better than them. You must be. You still cling to a little scrap of paper with the word HOPE written on it. So you put the TV on mute and go to your Bose sound machine your father gave you -- the one that now is the color of coffee with too much half and half instead of whatever white it used to be. You plug in your i-whatever and seek through to your collection of Morrissey tracks. You set it to shuffle. You set it to play. And you tweak the volume to a level just audible enough to make you melancholy but not loud enough to distract you from your mission.
Hello, once hopeful one. And welcome to the Sad Sack Dating Site.