RE-Less Than Two Weeks Until Comic Con 2009

Liefs been a bit of a whirlwind as of late so the documentary on ComicCon has been put on the back burner. I will be sending out some raw footage to people that have asked, I had really wanted to tweak it up a bit so it looks and sounds its best. I do know that some of the people I'll be sending it to can do that sort of work themselves, maybe better than me.

As far as when I'll get a chance to work on it as a whole, I think my best chance is in-between Fall and Spring semesters. Read my previous post and it's quite clear why things have been so topsy turvy. Hopefully I'll post a small clip in the near future to this blog. Or perhaps a slide show some still images.

I never thought I would have these feelings.

I must do a little background about myself for this entry to make sense. Imagine you are in school, it doesn't matter what year or the subject matter, all that matters to you is when will this ever end. Ever since you were a child you gave whomever was responsible for you a never ending battle in getting you to school and another one when it came time to do your homework. It wasn't that you couldn't learn, in reality, most of your friends that spent many long hours studying and trying to get the highest possible grades they could get. Whereas you could spend half that time studying and get the highest grades if you wanted to, however; you only put in just enough time to get a passing grade, with the exception of certain topics which came so easy to you, that you could rest assured that your grades would always be in the 95%-100 % range.

Now several years have gone buy and I find myself back in school. At first I take a single class just to get back in the swing of things. Then it's summer and I decide to take a class in a subject that I know enough about, that even though it's a 4 week class I decide to take it anyway. And I am happy to say that both of my grades turn out to be A's, so come this Fall Semester I decide it's time to take on a full load. Now on paper it says I am taking a total of 14 credit hours, 12 - 15 is considered full time, however, the way in which my schedule works is a bit wonkers. Mondays and Wednesdays are my full term classes, first class starts 08:00 - 12:30, and my second class meets at 19:00 - 20:15. On Thursdays I only have one class which begins at 16:00 - 22:30. This is a mini term class, or half semester, which is about 8 weeks, then my second mini term will start on the 13th of October.

I hope this demonstrates that my feelings towards school have changed. So much so one would be correct in saying that I've had a complete turnabout. No longer do I dread the idea of going to school, even on those Wednesday mornings when the night before I might have only had a few hours sleep. The way I feel right now is something I never thought I would ever feel. The idea of me not getting better than passing grades terrifies me. I have never studied like this in my entire scholastic career.

The way I see things right now in my life are so alien to me, I can hardly believe it's me. I have always wanted to do something constructive with my life but there was never a clear path to an actual reality. I can't say for sure what kind of job awaits me on the other side of the door. What I do know is that whatever awaits me, it will be something that I want to do, instead of something I might be able to do.

So what I have come to realize is that it's much better to be in the position of having a choice in what you do, rather than having the choice define what you can do. I have also learned that just because you choose to do one thing it doesn't mean you can't do something else at the same time. More on that to come.

Less Than Two Weeks Until Comic Con 2009

It is now less than two weeks away from the big event. I have gone over everything so many times I think I am driving myself to the edge of sanity. I suppose in many ways this is an act of a lunatic. Either that or someone that is so dedicated to an idea that pragmatic thought is no longer a consideration. I know that it's not a manic obsession, even when looking from the outside it certainly has the earmarks of such behavior when one looks at my long list of manic endeavors.

However, as the one who's living and breathing this quest of sorts, I know the subtle differences in previous manic follies, whereas this time the situation is quite different. As someone with a mind that is accustomed to the merry-go-round life for all of whom carry the deviant gene that sends a jaded code to our synaptic nerves, no larger than a pen head and as fast as the speed of light. Never before have I been more lucid as to what my goal is and to what means it will take. Never before have I known that what I know to be a dream is just that. Clouded my eyes with delusions I fear not, for I know that what I seek to accomplish is a goal that is not one of succeeding or failing. It is my personal project which I know will be better than some and not as good as others. But it will be of my doing and it will be if all things a test of my ability to take an idea and see it to its completion and that is why I know that this is not just another manic tangent that have so often caused such a pain that the scars are still mending.

Now I just have to prepare before I leave to San Diego, by making sure that all my equipment is packed and set to go. Take a deep breath and allow my mind to rest for the days to come. The last leg of this journey now lies in the hands of those who have already agreed to grant me a few minutes of their time for my planned interviews. The rest will be up to me to get the interviews and footage that will makeup the rest of this documentary. And when the dust settles I can leave downtown San Diego for what will be the rest of my vacation. Two weeks of sleeping on my sisters couch and getting a chance to spend some much awaited time with my niece and nephew. Who I miss dearly and truly and love with all of my heart and soul.