Brainwaves of Sken

My work time on Friday was not spent at all on article production (to my relief) – instead, I was copying anything I could ever possibly need off the old desktop so I can snap in the laptop port replicator and have everything I need for New York City on Tuesday.

The rest of the day was spent at the GM Tech center’s test lot, where I filmed an interview in front of the new Jeep Liberty while engineers tested brakes behind us. So I spent my afternoon in the sunshine while directing, producing, and filming – a really refreshing day. We returned, and the reporter and I spent a few hours going over the footage, which is so refreshing.

It’s clear that the next few videos are going to be much better than the previous, simply because the reporters I’m working with have been taught by a professional from the Poynter Institute that their involvement with scripting is essential. I didn’t at all mind being there until 6:30 (later than if I’d been working on the paper, actually) because I just dig this kind of work.

After stopping home for a change of clothes, I made it to Chicago Abby’s party in Lansing, amongst my chums. I brought the Wii, to the great amusement of everyone, provided backrubs and mounted Scott Thom. He then one-upped me by mounting Sam, ATAT style, and shot his ‘lasers’ at Dave’s belly. The evening got weirder from there, with Amy bowling from the floor and reducing Abby to the fetal position with a truly icky topic.

Oh, and Abby and I called TRASE to tell her she was a LOSER for not BEING there. Heh. ‘course that’s a lie, but standards must be maintained!

Amy and Alex let me crash at their place (anyone seen hackers? I sometimes feel like Cereal Killer when I’m in L-town), and we chatted about Penis Puppetry. The hamburger, I must find out about the hamburger.

I was the bestest boyfriend in the whole wide world today (just ask anyone!), ’cause I went to Vet-A-Visit and manned the bird area with Lucy, as well as helping her organize and sell T-shirts and hoodies and little cat shirts. I was more interested in human behavior than I was in the animal behavior, but that’s typical for me.

The things people rationalize until they make sense are astounding, y’know? I wonder how people get away with making behavioral demands on others without seeing their own issues (especially in public) from a psychological standpoint. I come to the conclusion that people are terrified of being flawed. Perhaps that comes from how we spend so much time judging others.

Of course, If we didn’t make labels and boxes for everything, we’d be just like the guy in Hitchhiker’s Guide, taking ten minutes out of each day to establish that yes, this wood thing does indeed make a mark when I rub it against paper.

I feel some sort of pained sympathy when I watch that happen in front of me. I had such a difficult childhood (my own problems, I mean, not imposed by others), and a big part of that was not being able to be honest with myself (or anyone else) and admit my (significant) flaws. It doesn’t feel good to see it in others; it’s like watching someone cut themselves over and over.

Okay, enough jawin’ – it’s time to get back to being industrious while I wait for Lucy to come back home from her interview. There needs to be some tacklin’!

~ by Skennedy on March 31, 2007.

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