Pre-Election Jitters

Alex was so disheartened that her jack o' lantern was the first this year to join the long line of moldy pumpkins.

I am going to put up some pictures of a replica of Christopher Columbus' ship Niña soon, but first I just want to say a little something about tomorrow: Tuesday, November 4th, 2008.

GET OUT AND VOTE!

Now that that's out of the way, I can go back to mildly panicking about the possibility of Obama not winning. And worrying about alien invasions. You see, tonight we just so happened to watch the Stargate Atlantis episode "Prodigal," which is pretty boring, except for one thing: Niam. We call Niam, "Nial," why? Because we're retarded. And we LOVE him because he has a voice that reminds us of a story told to us by my soul sister who lives in England about her Maths teacher named Mrs. Preston who loved green and always wore seahorses on her clothing because she loved them, as well. Did you follow any of that? Yeah, this is what I meant about how we make up characters about people. Niam turned into Mrs. Preston within seconds of him being on the screen, so of course the great joy is to talk over him in Mrs. Preston's voice, stating how he's going to take over Atlantis to build a home for his seahorse, Greenie.

Oh yeah, I brought up the alien invasion. As we were watching and narating this episode tonight, we screamed because in the black sky outside was a glowing green streak, like a shooting star. Just as the big clump began to fade, a smaller piece broke off and shot away before both disappeared. It was similar to the time we saw the military blow up a missle (in the sky above our house... the patch of sky glowed electric blue even after dusk and planes circled it. I was convinced we'd just warded off a Goa'uld attack) and was pondering the possibility of it once again being thus, however Alex, true to form, immediately began screaming in a panic. "Aliens are attacking! We're all gonna blow up!"

Well, they haven't landed yet, so I'm stuck with the mundane worries of the week. Will I embarrass myself tomorrow in front of my elderly classmates at my ukulele lesson at the local senior center? Will it stop raining long enough so that I can run? Will I finaly make a decision about going to the CSU Media Arts Festival in the Channel Islands?

Yes, that's right! My script Andromache has made it to the finalists in the competition. At first I didn't think that was such a big deal but was proud nevertheless. Then my professor told me that there are only five finalists out of all the hundreds of submissions from every California State University. Whether it wins or not, I'm very happy that the story made it thus far and hope that this is another step towards sharing the tale with a wider audience.

As a finalist, I was asked to attend the event at the CSU Channel Islands, near LA. There will be two days of conferences on various aspects of filmmaking, a showing of the finalists in the film categories, and of course, the awards ceremony. While it really does sound fun, the 6-8 hour drive there and back doesn't, and I'm in the middle of the semester which = heavy workload. It's a great opportunity that many are pushing me to take, but I'm in a battle with myself over what to do -- something that is potentially both boring as hell and rewarding, or stay at home and do things like film more of our new Atlantis fan film. I have to respond ASAP, so what do you guys think I should do?

Oh, and by the way. There's one more thing I should mention. I probably should've brought this up sooner, but... well... watch the video and see for yourself. And, um, let's hope that I don't go batshitcrazy tomorrow and allow this to happen.

Mackenzie's Momma -- I love what you did for your costume when you were pregnant! Too funny! And thanks for the book recommendation. I'm going to keep my eyes peeled for it. I'm sorry that your Halloween was a bit of a bust! That's so poopy. :(

theincrediblemo -- Britney! Haha! Oh, I'll bet you made a lot of people laugh with that. And Jaysus, it sounds freezing where you are! I'm not grateful that this storm that's passing through is a tropical storm, which means it's about 50F! Which, yes, is still chilly to me. And ugh... I feel your pain over grading papers... my comment is always, "articulate." An MA could be great fun! I'm getting my MFA and we share the program with MAs, so a lot of my friends are English MAs. :)