For those of you living precariously through my posts, no I did not die in Mexico. There was one day when I felt like I was going to, but I made it home. After this whirlwind of travelling, I went through a brief period of exhaustion and semi-depression and just overall sluggish-ness...wiped out from too much excitement and not enough savoring the moments, just going from one moment to the next. i'm all better now.
since the last post some interesting highlights of life have been a family day in Victoria for Kyle's graduation party, Katrina & David's wedding, going to VidFest, our 4-year anniversary with a relaxing day off at home and awesome steak & lobster dinner at the Harbour Centre revolving restaurant with awesome view of the city, (and awesome view of Jay...she ate a duck!), and another visit from Pixar which went worlds smoother than last year...cuz all i had to do was take pictures.
the film is also back in full swing, which is outlined in more detail on my film journal. Showing the Thief workprint tonight, so all is good.
You know what, something bugs me...in Close Encounters, when the mother ship first opens up you see a spidery-looking alien who raises his arms up and then in the next shot you see all of these little aliens walking around. So what happened to the big spidery alien? Did he turn into all the little aliens, like Voltron? Is he a Christ figure who just dematerializes? I don't get that.