Happy Holidays everyone. We bought a hat for the dog, the look on her face is utter disgust and embarrassment.

Hope everyone has a great holiday, be safe and wear reflective clothing when you go trick or treating.

Earlier Every Year

We've been leaving the dog out of her doggy jail during the day, to see if she can stay out of trouble while we're away. We've let her run amuck in the living room and kitchen a couple of times and she's been pretty good. She didn't make any long distance calls or throw any wild parties.

Last week we let her out all day while we were at work. Unfortunately the bus that Nancy usually takes home had been canceled and I had to pick her up from work. This meant we didn't make it home until around 8pm. Once we arrived home I got out of the car and headed to the mailbox. Nancy went into the house. After opening the door she exclaimed, "Oh no!" I immediately had visions of our house being covered in Chewy's signature 7 layer dip.

I made my way to the house preparing for the worst. What I discovered was a living room floor completely covered in white cotton. It looked like it had snowed in our living room. I'm kicking myself for not documenting it with photos. On the floor amid the sea of soft whiteness was one of our couch pillows, hemorrhaging its billowy fluffy entrails.

At first I was mad because I thought she had ripped the pillow open from stem to stern. Using my junior CSI Miami kit, I pronounced the pillow DOA and quipped, "This is what happens when you get sick on Thanksgiving, you lose your stuffing.", then I ripped off my sunglasses. The pillow was not in fact ripped apart, Chewy was nice enough to unzip it in order to extract it's puffy payload. She is a lady after all. We shoved all the stuffing back inside the pillow and zipped it up.

After we cleaned up all the fuzz, we realized that Chewy was just trying to help us decorate the house for Christmas. We decided to continue what Chewy started and put up our Christmas decorations.

I drew a schematic and planned out the design. It was quite a feat, seeing as we only have one outlet outside. We had already started stock piling lights, ornaments, and everything else we would need to create our holiday beacon.

Finally on Sunday we were ready. All we needed was a ladder, so I could get up on the roof. We drove to the place we spend a majority of our time at now that we own a house, the Home Depot. Owning a Honda Fit somewhat limits the length of items one can purchase. We bought a 10 foot aluminum ladder and crammed it into our clown car.

THE DECORATING WAS ON!

We have gutters around the house which makes it tough to maneuver onto the roof. Our new ladder stopped about a foot and a half short of the top of the house. I was able to monkey myself onto the roof with little incident.

I finished up my light hanging and it was time to descend. Either I'm a lot older and timid than I used to be, or I just seriously misjudged my abilities, but I couldn't figure out how to get off the roof without killing myself. No matter how many times I told Nancy that the gutter would fall off if I tried to get down, she still kept saying, "Just get down already." My "cat's get stuck in tree's" all the time defense had little to no effect weakening her resolve. Luckily our neighbor across the street was on his roof as well. After quite a bit of cajoling, I persuaded/forced Nancy to go over and ask to borrow his ladder.

He brought his ladder over and saved Christmas! Thanks Brad.

And now without further ado here are the pictures of the winter wonderland we created.

Hard at work.

This is how Chewy helped out.

That ain't Santa, although I'm not far behind him in the bowl full of jelly department.

That's right, I always decapitate enemy snowmen and place their heads on stakes in front of my castle.

Hey Charlie Brown... jealous?

Waiting to be rescued. Please, throw up some food, I'm wasting away.



Take that Christmas!

Archer Promo

The first couple of weeks I was working on Archer, they were putting together promos for the show. I threw one into the mix and they liked it. Low and behold it got made and below these letters is the final product.

Be sure to check the show out this coming January, it's a funny show.

Re-Issue Tuesday

I almost forgot I did this. It's been about a year, it ain't perfect, but I'm still darn proud of it.

STATS:
By myself in a small room + One Month + Photoshop and Final Cut Pro =

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

I know technically it's the day after Halloween, but this video I made was way to scary to post on the real Halloween. If you don't like scary stuff please please please do not watch this. You've been warned.

Also here are me and Nancy's pumpkins for the past 3 years:

Time and Success

OK, I believe you now. I apologize for all the times I gave you a bad time about not meeting me at the bar, not making it out to one of my shows, or not being able to just come over hang. Now that I have a full time job, a house and a dog (the dog for this instance will pose as my child, just a little less hairy than my actual kid will be)

Where the hell does the time/energy go? I get home, eat dinner, spend time with the wife, play with dog, relax for a beat and it's time for bed. And when I have time to get on the computer to try and write, edit, or blog it up, sitting in front of a computer after doing it all day seems silly. I don't want to believe I've just grown up and this is what it's supposed to be like. I want/need to still have the drive to create and do funny stuff. I still have that, it's there in my soul. I can feel it kicking. It's just buried under mountains of responsibility. Even my weekends get filled up with crap that is or isn't in my control. I'm chasing my personal dreams and it feels like that tunnel in Poltergeist that just kept getting longer and longer.

I guess it all comes down to time management, or maybe I'm just selfish. For so long I've done what I wanted to every second of the day. I chased my wants and needs, not having to worry about who it effected. That was fine when I was young and single, but if I want to find the true meaning of existence, I think I may have to let that go. Hell may be other people, but heaven is what you make it.

I've done a lot of thinking about levels of success, and what I thought success was or meant for me. Sure I want to sell a screenplay or write for a tv show, but if that doesn't happen am I a failure? Have I given up if I don't?

I'm not dead yet and all those things may still come to pass. Hopefully I have a lot of time left to find that out, but at the core of everything I'm happy. I am truly happy. I love my life and the crazy stuff I've gotten to do because of it. I love my wife and she supports me wholeheartedly. I have an amazing and wonderful family. I have a ton of great friends and acquaintances all over the world. I have a roof over my head, food on the table, and can afford the occasional extravagance. Is there more? I think we all could do well to step back out of our own heads, climb on top of that huge warped idea of personal success road block we have constructed. Peer around the lofty goals we've set for ourselves and take a good look at what we do have. What we have accomplished. I bet you'd be surprised at all the positives in your life you overlook each day. It's all perspective. No matter how much you think you don't have, there is always someone with less.

So if you ask me if I feel successful, I will say yes. And I'll meet you at the bar when ever you can. No hurry, it's just good to know you are there.

Special Message

I know it's been a while since I posted a blog, and I'm sure you're really pissed off about it mom. I've just been super busy at and outside of work. I hope this special message from Dan Aykroyd will help.

Very true Dan, very true.

Water You Talking About?

It was pissing down rain today,and when we got home we found this: