| We are in the midst of a full look overhaul, we are understaffed, lost our 3rd party animation support, and are way behind schedule. I guess it makes sense that I should be asked to pull off of my normal duties to create a company christmas card. At least I am happy with it. 
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| I cannot help but marvel that the older I get the less holidays seem to affect me. I remember a time when there was a sense of wonderment and a thrill of the convening clan but now holidays roll over me like water over a duck's back. They come and go so fast. This Thanksgiving was no exception; it was absolute crap, save a singularly wonderful evening with friends. It is unfortunate that I forgot a large part of it. Lesson 1: no matter how much fun it is do not get into theologial discussion over the biblical precedence of hell with your father while drinking bourbon before your friends arrive. Admittdly, he was as bummed over a terrible holiday and I suspect we were seeking to connect on a familiar level. My singular hope in the holidays is that I am a conveyance of the festivities for my neice. While schedules, food prep, sleeping arrangements are a constant in my mind, I continually try to force myself to stop and make sure that I am a bearer of good will and holiday mysticism for Angel. I may grow tired of the semantics but it would be a pitty on my life if I let my attitude deprive her of her sense of wonderment. I am not there yet, but I am learning; and that is no bad thing. Bon Hiver! |
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| "No man is an island" Not being in Hutsville sucks, but I have met it on my own terms and daily life gets easier. |
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| Destiny is when opportunity meets preparedness. And luck will often enough save a man if his courage holds. I feel I am prepared on a great many fronts and am blessed with great luck and opportunities, but this is more than I can handle. I am tired of fighting; I can't win. I have often mentioned that life moves in shades of mediocraty; the all encompassing gray, but this instance it is as stark as blackest pitch and heavenly rays. What is granted will never be enough, my heart is as hungry as the sea and can digest as much. It is either all or nothing. |
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| Me: Are you not eating the peels? Shea: I don't like the peel. Me: Are you saying that you like things that lack appeal? RIMSHOT! |
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