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Thursday, April 25, 2002

Got to take a nap today after work. Boy that felt great. I had been running on empty for awhile now, so the change was welcome.

Work was blah, and Travis, especially when I'm tired, is fairly annoying. Sometimes you can be too upbeat. Yes, it does happen.

Talked to Jeremy in mid-slumber. Going to see how early I can leave work tomorrow, I'm going in at 7am, so I can get up and to the wedding rehearsal as soon as possible. That should be fun, I'll tell ya all about it.

Been trying my damndest to get MySQL to work with Redhat Linux 5.2. Have yet to figure it out. When I install the RPM package, it doesn't copy the binaries I need, such as mysqladmin, which I need to administrate the database. Basically I'm trying to get our little linux box to be a high-end webserver for what little use it will get. Basically to keep a database of computers, records, and maintenance requests. While I can use forms right now, I'd like to keep an online database that includes username and password functionality at least to some degree. We'll see how that goes, if I can ever get the fuckin thing running.

The week is basically over and I have no DVD writing done, at all. I didn't get to work on my novel this evening, and that bugs me a little.

Planned on having a bunch of people over today and no one showed. Tommy and Amanda backed out, my sister disappeared off the planet, and the only one who did show up, Ericka's friend Lindsay, wasn't even expected. I had bought enough food for a big taco dinner, but since we had such few guests I just cooked enough for my 4 tacos and Ericka's taco salad.

Anyway, time for bed. Gotta wake up early and by god this time I won't oversleep, like I did a few weeks ago. G'night.

Evan Erwin from URL @ 11:40 PM

Okay, so maybe the new guy is working out. He just needs to go S-L-O-W. Oh well, I guess I can adjust. I can admit that it is nice to not have to worry about the courier run.

Talked to Maxwell's Frontline man himself, Brian, about the webpage ideas. I think he's a bit out of his league as to what needs to happen to accomplish what he's requesting, but we'll get that done soon enough. I had time to check on the files he sent me. They're HUGE. I need to find Premier either in my Cd's or through someone else (possibly my bud Jack Hanes, I haven't spoken to him in Too Damn Long). We'll see if I can track it down.

Oz is one hell of a show, at least the first season. Call me riveted.

Got a few more pages done on the novel. Man, writing is hard work, don't forget it.

Need to get back to writing some DVD stuff. It's been too long. I need to do the Smashing Pumpkins Video Collection for DVDAngle and anything for FilmThreat. I'll see what I can do.

Me and Ericka went to the doctor this morning. After the doctor came in and told us everything was fine, a UT Med Student and her teacher came in and checked out Ericka's breasts. Let's just say it was a surreal experience with a middle aged woman and an elderly woman very concerned about a bit of pain in Ericka's nipple. They took a good look you might say. Surreal indeed.

Anyway, it's late and I'm tired, you know the drill. Friday I have to go to Jeremy's wedding rehearsal at 5pm, so I'm getting up Super Early (6am) so I can work 7am-4pm and leave work in time to make it. Also, Jeremy's parents, God-sent if anyone is, are going to cover the cost of my tux. God bless em everyone.

G'night.

Evan Erwin from URL @ 12:46 AM

Wednesday, April 24, 2002

The new guy isn't going to work out. I'm sorry, the truth hurts and this one is just plain obvious. And as for the being in trouble at work or whatever, that was yet another paranoid delusion and let's just say I'm grateful to my lovely wife who prevented me from wasting an hour (or more) driving up there to see that nothing was wrong.

Wrote a few pages in my novel. It's a slow, arduous process, but progress is being made and that's a good thing. I'm glad the story is still there. Stephen King's theory of all stories being fossils, and how you just find them bit by bit and clean them up as you go along is a good analogy. This one is a bitch and I'm only about halfway finished. Let's just collectively hope that the last half won't be as tough to find.

Still haven't gotten a chance to check out the Maxwell's Frontline stuff. I popped one of the CD's in my work computer and found most of the files extention-less, but that's typical with mac stuff. This sounds like a bit of work. However, I have had a breakthrough concerning the website design. I'll keep it to myself for the moment (think diner, that's all I'm saying), but again, as soon as I get something up, those Faithful Readers (all two of ya), will know about it first.

Got to read some Seuss to the baby (and Ericka) this evening. She moves a lot when I read to her. That's good feeling :)

Finally decided that we will name the baby Katie (or some spelling of it like Cady or Kadi or something) Annabelle Lee Erwin. I'm jazzed because I get my Lee and Ericka is happy she gets Katie, after he grandmother. This one might stick, but then again a month must pass before any of this will become near permanent.

Time for bed, the hour is late and me and Ericka have a doctor's appointment in the morning. I'll be at work late but before Travis gets there. It's sad really, because I know he won't work out but I can't explain it to the bosses. They'll tell me: "He's only been here X days" and to that I can only agree. Oh well, maybe the guy will get a shot of intellect at some point.

And, maybe hell will freeze over and I will magically run Hollywood. Hey, it could happen.

G'night.

Evan Erwin from URL @ 12:33 AM

Tuesday, April 23, 2002

I've been so busy it's not funny. Today, going back to work, everything hit me at once. We got in the new guy, Travis, and he's about as sharp as a cue ball. Can he learn what needs to be done? Sure. Will it take a while? Oh yeah. We're talking months. But that's fine, as long as it gets this mindless, tedious shit out of my hair (ie, the mindless daily work that equivalents itself to monkey shit).

Got in a washer and dryer, but the hook-ups for the washer are leaking. Talked to the landlord and he should be getting that fixed tomorrow.

Tommy is having marital troubles, and they all stem from the basic fact of his misunderstanding fo this basic axiom: She's fucking pregnant dude.

Damn, I just realized that though my friend who finished his film sent me his stuff, I didn't get a chance to bring it home. Hell, if I did, I wouldn't have had a chance to see it anyway. After I finished work late, I come home, watched the end and part of episode 2 and part of ep. 3 of Oz The Complete First Season (this is great fucking television folks), me and Jerry moved the washer and dryer, talked to my sister for almost an hour, by that time I was talking to Ericka, and by that time I realized that someone from work called and I can't get a hold of anyone who would know if something was going on. I'm really, truly paranoid about this and while my wonderful wife has quieted these fears a bit, she hasn't silenced them and that is a pain. I'll let you know if anything comes of this. If I don't mention it, nothing ever happened :) (ie, this is a Good Thing)

So now I quiet down for a bit of rest and the hell that will probably come tomorrow. Problems and solutions. My job consists of constant interruptions. The sad facts of life. Another wonderful reason to do something creative for a living.

And, on closing, the real irony of this new guy? He's a manager at the town's only cinema and he DOESN'T LIKE MOVIES. What the fuck. Okay, time for sleep.

Evan Erwin from URL @ 12:32 AM

Sunday, April 21, 2002

Come home early, only got to see Y Tu Mama Tubien. What a film! I dug it's down and dirty style, the fly on the wall-like camera angles, the brashness of love and sex and conversation and friendships colliding and dispersing within one film. Maybe it hit me emotionally, but at the very least it's a far deeper and more rewarding experience than what's in the multiplexes. It's unrated (I had no idea until I read that in a review) because it shows a dick every once in a while and is very, very frank in its sexuality, but that's part of the charm. I can't wait for a DVD packed with behind the scenes and hopefully a commentary (in English and/or featuring English subtitles for the commentary), because this picture is a mishmash of great filmmaking, solid story, and the real, emotional honesty that most films lack. It's gritty but lovely. An unpolished diamond. Featuring actors you've never heard of and it's all the better for it. Wowza.

Evan Erwin from URL @ 10:33 PM

I don't want to say the novel is dead. I don't want to say that I'm now again starting from scratch. I don't want to tell you that I'm not sure I'm cut out for such an endeavor. It's been a wild week and with me going back to work tomorrow, it's only going to get wilder.

I'll get to the novel in a second. Firstly, I'm getting some godawful headaches and I have no idea where they're coming from. If I do any stressful and/or physical activity, I'm getting a pounding, screaming headache. Sinus meds are making this easier to take, but otherwise I have no idea what's going on there.

Finally got the applications sent to Ron over the honeymoon. He said he sent the script to Nicholl and wants to enter more. I hope something happens there.

I have the urge to do something. It's the something that I haven't figured out yet. I want to make films, I want to write, I'd like to go pick up my guitars from my mother's house and play around on them too. It's been too damn long. But I'm pulled in so many directions it hurts, and that's not a good way to be.

My friend has just finished shooting his first film, Maxwell's Frontline, about two friends who work at this diner, and is sending me movie footage/audio to help compile the trailer. I'm also planning on desiging a little website for him. Since it's not much more than pics and a few text updates, that shouldn't be a problem. As soon as I get something, I'll post a link.

As for the novel, I haven't looked at it in a while. I'm about to go get it from my car, grab my favorite pen, and open the thing. Until then, I won't know what's going on. If I can write in it, good or bad, I will. If I can't...I don't want to start lamenting on a project that isn't officially dead. So I won't.

Going back to work after vacation is always a little terrifying. Part of me, the paranoid part at least, thinks I'm in trouble for something I did/didn't do/they found out about. It's this strange fear that I always have and since so much has happened since I left, I will get bombarded with conversations with everyone as well as the inevitable problems that have arisen since my absence. They will be fun, I'm sure. Anyway, I'm sure that the day will pass quickly and that I will get out alive. I hope.

Ericka wants a new car. Not a new one, exactly, but a different one. The 6 cylinder (it might be 4, but I doubt it) Mitsubishi Eclipse just has to go. Next weekend we plan on going to the Nissan car lot and finding her a 98 Sentra. Or perhaps finding her a Jetta. She's in love with those cars, and they're baby and gas friendly. That should work out well.

Let me note that ISketch is a world-collapsing time-eater of the highest order. You'll find me there from time to time in the Movies room(s). I don't bother with anything else, and it sure is a fun ride. Recommended.

My DVD collection is suffering. There are many DVDs I want, but cannot have. Usual Suspects SE, Star Trek the Next Generation Season One, and The Man Who Wasn't There come to mind. (The latter was at Target yesterday but sold out. Dammit!) It's too late today to go to Best Buy (they close at 6pm) and so here I am, suffering. (I'm only kidding folks)

So, tonight I'm going to the art house and west town mall to see two films. The first, Y Tu Mama Tubien (And Your Mama Too), I'm most excited about. Considering Harry loved it and I've heard nothing but good buzz, you can count on me being there. At West Town I'll be taking in Frailty, featuring the directorial debut of Bill Paxton. This one is loved with a passion by JoBlo and I've also heard great reviews (including Harry's) for it. I'm looking forward to both.

So, this is me signing off. Tomorrow will be the post-work update and should prove interesting. Cya

Evan Erwin from URL @ 5:11 PM

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