Once again, the night before. Always waiting 'till the last minute to write these things, not like anyone is reading them anyway. But just in case you are, and happen to be reading it between the time it's being written and 8:30pm on Sunday, July 3rd, feel free to stop by the Anthology Film Archives where we'll be screening That Thing in its entirety. Open to the public and all.
In an e-mail I sent to the cast and crew the other day I felt like that's the only motivation I could think of to come. How often do you get a chance to sit back and watch a thing you made on the big screen amongst the company of friends and strangers? If anything it probably will be the last time. Too broke to enter the flick into anymore festivals, even getting into this one felt like a strange stroke of luck. I also feel like I've finally moved on, That Thing was a thing I made a while back, feels like a forever ago. Shoot, last time I watched it in its entirety was the screening over at Lehman College about a year ago. But then again I don't think most filmmakers actively watch the fruits of their labor for any sort of pleasure. Tomorrow will probably be a painful experience.
I suppose that usually is the point, to make something so that it can be seen. You're not saying anything if nobody hears you say it.
Life has been odd lately. Ups and downs that are messing with my head. Usually life's passing me by at a slow and steady clip, but the last few months have felt like I've full tilt run into brick walls, followed by taking a moment to admire the wall before dusting myself off and churning ahead again. Another shitty metaphor, I know. Been doing things, living, but I think my quality of life has suffered because of the living. Going between being calm as a cold river and stressed as a tree torn apart by the wind is... another shitty metaphor. It's also an odd way to live. It probably also only makes sense in my head. Not much in the way of deep thoughts tonight.
Sense is something I don't have much of at the moment. I swear I'm not drunk, though I wish I was. Let me try and get some sleep for tomorrow.
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Fernando is that weird fool who fills this small corner of the internet with words, and when he has nothing better to do he'll ramble on about some nonsense. It's very much a steaming pile of streaming consciousness, usually regarding the arduous task of attempting to create things which aren't boring.
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