Tripping down the stairs of our parking complex on the studio lot this morning I heard someone speaking above me.
“You know, they really go out of their way to make you feel like a space pod,” a man’s voice said loudly.
Uh. What?
It has been a year of sharing things like that. Today Dead Man’s Honda checks off one year of sometimes mindless but fairly consistent banter from yours truly.
When I started this blog I didn’t really understand the blogosphere—I just wanted to share a few stories with my friends in a much easier format than calling them individually and saying “so listen to this…”.
Shortly thereafter I delightfully discovered new friends from all over the world united by common passions, stories, oddities or just a virtual digital hand waving out into the dynamic void of internet. The conversation started amongst people I knew and then soon I was enveloped into a world of voices speaking out about a rainbow of topics--- from dispatches in developing countries to the adventures of being a stay-at-home dad. Even if that last one was someone I already knew. But the point is--- it’s a beautiful yet strange thing to be a part of a community you never actually see faceto face.
A year ago today I had recently finished graduate school, started a brand new, exciting job at a big Hollywood Studio. I was dating the World’s Perfect Boyfriend who eventually became the World’s Perfect But Long Distance Ex by default of his brilliant mind taking him to every corner of the world. I had not seen very many celebrities when I started here. Now several have been to my desk, and no, I did not tie them up and gag them and stuff them underneath it.
I had not taught Sunday school since I had been burned by a church several years before when I was the director of Children’s Ministries. Now I have a year of INSANE two year olds and their famous, fabulous, totally quirky parents under my belt. A year ago I was simply friends with a beautiful pair of elderly individuals. Now I can say I am friends with a horde of elderly individuals who sit around every other Thursday night and talk about their cats and bunions and the fiery prophets. A year ago I was much more naive about the truthfulness of others. I wouldn’t say I’m jaded now but I would certainly hope I am wiser. A year ago I immediately wrote with surprise about Amazon Mullet Woman and Neon Bangs woman and today they are simply common sights in my daily life. A year ago Little D was in the same drudging life she’s in now. She was just shorter. A year ago I definitely knew less about a lot of things. A year ago I loved fewer people and knew fewer stories of people than I do now.
And I think that’s how it should be.
To commemorate this day I have added a little somethin' reaaaaally niiiiice (hear: National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation Randy Quaid’s character) and will get back to normal blogging and tags and such….eventually:
“You know, they really go out of their way to make you feel like a space pod,” a man’s voice said loudly.
Uh. What?
It has been a year of sharing things like that. Today Dead Man’s Honda checks off one year of sometimes mindless but fairly consistent banter from yours truly.
When I started this blog I didn’t really understand the blogosphere—I just wanted to share a few stories with my friends in a much easier format than calling them individually and saying “so listen to this…”.
Shortly thereafter I delightfully discovered new friends from all over the world united by common passions, stories, oddities or just a virtual digital hand waving out into the dynamic void of internet. The conversation started amongst people I knew and then soon I was enveloped into a world of voices speaking out about a rainbow of topics--- from dispatches in developing countries to the adventures of being a stay-at-home dad. Even if that last one was someone I already knew. But the point is--- it’s a beautiful yet strange thing to be a part of a community you never actually see faceto face.
A year ago today I had recently finished graduate school, started a brand new, exciting job at a big Hollywood Studio. I was dating the World’s Perfect Boyfriend who eventually became the World’s Perfect But Long Distance Ex by default of his brilliant mind taking him to every corner of the world. I had not seen very many celebrities when I started here. Now several have been to my desk, and no, I did not tie them up and gag them and stuff them underneath it.
I had not taught Sunday school since I had been burned by a church several years before when I was the director of Children’s Ministries. Now I have a year of INSANE two year olds and their famous, fabulous, totally quirky parents under my belt. A year ago I was simply friends with a beautiful pair of elderly individuals. Now I can say I am friends with a horde of elderly individuals who sit around every other Thursday night and talk about their cats and bunions and the fiery prophets. A year ago I was much more naive about the truthfulness of others. I wouldn’t say I’m jaded now but I would certainly hope I am wiser. A year ago I immediately wrote with surprise about Amazon Mullet Woman and Neon Bangs woman and today they are simply common sights in my daily life. A year ago Little D was in the same drudging life she’s in now. She was just shorter. A year ago I definitely knew less about a lot of things. A year ago I loved fewer people and knew fewer stories of people than I do now.
And I think that’s how it should be.
To commemorate this day I have added a little somethin' reaaaaally niiiiice (hear: National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation Randy Quaid’s character) and will get back to normal blogging and tags and such….eventually:
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