Oh my, my, my. Lots to do.
Sitting in front of my desk at home on this, my first day not going to school, I’m feeling rushed but ready. I still have to proctor (not to be confused with proctologist) a few days of NY Regents exams, but the end has basically come and gone.
Oh, and I need to vent. For years I’ve had this nightmare that I’d appear before a great congregation only to find that I was unprepared for whatever I needed to do, speaking, singing, whatever. I worked for weeks on the senior’s dedication video to be played at our school’s graduation; hid it from the parents and staff, played it up for the big day. So the big day came, and I was ready. I watched the video the night before to make sure there were no scratches on the disc or hesitations. I ran it through during graduation practice and it worked fine. The moment came in the ceremony, I hit play and in the first 20 seconds, I knew the nightmare was coming true.
Jumps, pauses, hesitations, 2 or 3 second chunks of nothing between sentimentality and meaning. I tried pausing it and playing it again, to no avail. So I just put my head on my arm and ‘endured’ the next 8 minutes of something akin to Forrest Gump in a blender. After the ceremony, I stayed in the sound room for awhile, to avoid vacuous comments like, “So… the video messed up, huh?” or “What happened up there?” as if I didn’t notice. But I digress.
PlasticMind Hosting will soon have a site online (stop being a perfectionist sir!) where the tired, huddled masses yearning to exist inexpensively can come. Thank you all for your support and interest in this ever-growing venture. The clients have been coming out of the woodwork! Look for a few new sites to be churned out of the PlasticMachine in the next few weeks.
We found an apartment. A bit overpriced, but it’s a place to live. We’re moving most of our things down there this weekend and living out of suitcases for the most part; now that makes the Day seem ever so close.
I also just got a box of surprise for my wedding party today, but can’t tell you what it is until I get back from the honeymoon. We’re giving some very original gifts to the guys and the girls who were gracious enough to spend money to help make our day great. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know, even if it is ex post bermuda.
