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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The Early Bird gets the Salad
Sometimes the brain can do incredible things. I fell asleep around 2am this morning, only to awake around 5:30am with my mind going absolutely crazy - the veins in my head pulsing so violently that my head rocked on my pillow. My thoughts were quite literally, making up entire chapters to the book I had been reading before I slept. It took me a long time to realize that I wasn't still reading.
Then I became incredibly hungry and thirsty, so I went and ate some salad and drank some juice before returning to sleep. I thought for a moment I was ill, but no. I had just randomly completely awoken hungry and insane.
I've been having a rough week so far, starting with an Easter during which I was both violently sick for a morning, returning home for an evening where my cat, Max died of a random brain hemorrhage. It's never easy to gauge grieving over an animal, at what level does being depressed about the passing of my pet cease becoming socially acceptable and begin to just annoy people?
In any case, Max was a pretty big part of my antisocial life. Everyone likes to breathe humanity into animals they care for and I am no different. Max was just always there to steal my seat and to seem like maybe he understood things or could tell when I wasn't feeling great and appear as a vessel to receive strokes in order to, in some supernatural way return the transaction with better feelings. And now all of that, be it real or imaginary is gone, forever. I am having a hard time adjusting to this and so far have been stroking things that, out of the corner of my eye trick me into believing he is still alive.
So it's wednesday, and I'm in Soho again. I meant to blog a long time ago about leaving the last studio and the end of work on Prince of Persia but I can't decide if such a post should reside here or if it is something that belongs in my work blog. Perhaps both, with the one here being a little less business-like. Leaving LipSync was a mix of sadness and euphoria - Sad to leave such a good group of people, especially when our team was great. Though an overwhelming sense of mission accomplished. It was the hard work and tough times I needed in order to assure myself I am ready for the Visual Effects Industry. Hooah.
In other news, my love life is still accurately describable through the word cryostatis. I am a lone space traveler, Frozen in time travelling towards a planet where I have the perfect life. I seem to know where I am going, and say by day - the closer my ship gets, the more certain I am of the planets beauty. It's just a matter of waiting. Waiting to breathe and to really see. Not the best analogy, I just can't help but operate mystery through metaphor. Sucks to be you, right?
All the badness aside, last night - prior to awakening a hungry genius, was wonderfully peaceful. Very difficult to explain why. The mention of someone seeing themselves in me, led to me realizing that they were right, because I can see it reflected back.
Potentially the worst thing ever, of course. But what isn't? I should get back to work.
-Matt
Then I became incredibly hungry and thirsty, so I went and ate some salad and drank some juice before returning to sleep. I thought for a moment I was ill, but no. I had just randomly completely awoken hungry and insane.
I've been having a rough week so far, starting with an Easter during which I was both violently sick for a morning, returning home for an evening where my cat, Max died of a random brain hemorrhage. It's never easy to gauge grieving over an animal, at what level does being depressed about the passing of my pet cease becoming socially acceptable and begin to just annoy people?
In any case, Max was a pretty big part of my antisocial life. Everyone likes to breathe humanity into animals they care for and I am no different. Max was just always there to steal my seat and to seem like maybe he understood things or could tell when I wasn't feeling great and appear as a vessel to receive strokes in order to, in some supernatural way return the transaction with better feelings. And now all of that, be it real or imaginary is gone, forever. I am having a hard time adjusting to this and so far have been stroking things that, out of the corner of my eye trick me into believing he is still alive.
So it's wednesday, and I'm in Soho again. I meant to blog a long time ago about leaving the last studio and the end of work on Prince of Persia but I can't decide if such a post should reside here or if it is something that belongs in my work blog. Perhaps both, with the one here being a little less business-like. Leaving LipSync was a mix of sadness and euphoria - Sad to leave such a good group of people, especially when our team was great. Though an overwhelming sense of mission accomplished. It was the hard work and tough times I needed in order to assure myself I am ready for the Visual Effects Industry. Hooah.
In other news, my love life is still accurately describable through the word cryostatis. I am a lone space traveler, Frozen in time travelling towards a planet where I have the perfect life. I seem to know where I am going, and say by day - the closer my ship gets, the more certain I am of the planets beauty. It's just a matter of waiting. Waiting to breathe and to really see. Not the best analogy, I just can't help but operate mystery through metaphor. Sucks to be you, right?
All the badness aside, last night - prior to awakening a hungry genius, was wonderfully peaceful. Very difficult to explain why. The mention of someone seeing themselves in me, led to me realizing that they were right, because I can see it reflected back.
Potentially the worst thing ever, of course. But what isn't? I should get back to work.
-Matt
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