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HEY!
I will now stand upon my soapbox and deliver what seems to be a totally necessary wake-up call. No one is writing except mom and myself. And yes, she and I both know we are the witty, verbose members of the family, but come on. I have been working the most ridiculous hours in world history this past week, but I continue to check The Chop almost every day in the hope that you all have written in. Aaron, yea, I know you're busy. I do. I really really really really really really do. INCLUDING sleep, I have spent 65% of this week's hours at Creative Domain. Not to mention the fact that I will be at the office Saturday and Sunday. So I can relate. It takes zero committment to write an email, and basically that's all this is. MAKE THE TIME. Lauren, seriously, WTF! Sure would be nice to hear how my sis is doing. Sure would be nice to hear how cool it is to live next to Wrigley field. And Pops, holeejeez! Why I remember back in aught-2 when you told the fam about your camera. Maybe you didn't get the memo that this shit is free. No really, FREE!
Let's not get to the point of having to schedule turns with Log Chop. I can't believe I feel like I have to say this but you should WANT to write. Who are you gonna tell about that rash on your leg if not your fam? Okay, besides the doctor.
Here's the latest from Zachville. And I'm calling it that cause Zachywood sounds like a really bad pet name for my wedding tackle.
Okay, so I haven't signed a contract yet at Creative. I'm on a list of people with which the CEO must negotiate contracts, and my number hasn't come up yet. I am completely unconcerned, as I sat down with the Executive VP a few days ago and she assured me the day was quickly approaching. Keep in mind, she broke the news to me prematurely that I was going to be promoted, because she was excited for me. So I'm cool with it for now, but if I don't sit down with him by next week I'm going to start to push.
Not that I've had time to worry about it anyway. I have been working on a bunch of stuff these days: special features for The OC season 2 DVD, some crap Disney Channel movie called Halloweentown (Gag me with a pumpkin), Scrubs, Are We There Yet? (an Ice Cube family movie), and a bunch of sizzle reels. Sizzle reels are those things you see during home video previews that say "Make sure to check out the rest of the Warner Bros. Home Video Collection" and then proceeds to show you some snappy montage cut to Electric Avenue by Eddy Grant. They're both cool and lame. It's cool because you really get to flex your edit muscles. You get to do a lot of quick cuts and effects, and you can choose any music you want. On the bad side, it's not really material that anyone ever sees, or wants to see. But whatever, work is work. As a company, apparently we're busier than ever before, so that's what necessitated the crazy week.
In my oh-so-ample free time, I've been able to trim my nails once, ummm... ooh I got to check my email last tuesday,......
I'm kidding, but it is a little silly. You can see why people burn out. Actually up until the last two days, I have been getting back in the gym to try and balance my lifestyle. And every weekend I go to the beach and lay in the sand for a couple of hours, which is borderline therapeutic. I've been car-pooling to work with another editor named Anthony, who is a totally solid guy. You can tell he'll be my buddy for a while. He and I are really similar, and really different, which is as good a formula as any for a friend. Jeremy I'm sure says hi. Things are fine between he and I. He's a little more set in his ways than one might like, but you can't change who people are. So instead I've been getting out of the shoebox...I mean apartment, a little more to provide some breathing room. I don't want to paint the wrong picture though. Jers is still my boy.
I'd love to have more to report. Oh, there is a girl I have been talking every now and again, but of course she currently lives in Chicago. I'm not into the long distance thing at all, so we've kept it casual, but the conversations are good. As far as travel goes, I'll be in Austin for Memorial Day weekend, I'm planning a long Chicago trip in August, and hopefully I'll find some time to get away between those dates. I work with so many people, and each one has their own story. I'm thinking of writing about somebody different each time, just as a character study more than anything.
Alright guys, I'm gonna bounce. But keep in mind: We are your only family. Keep us in the loop.
P.S. - Did you know the new pope was a Hitler Youth? It's true, look it up. Also, did you know that you can actually see the Area 51 installation on Google's new satellite maps? REALLY cool stuff to be seen. Oh, and this Michael Jackson stuff is straight up ridiculous. Even Hollywood is shaking it's head. Which is kind of like an alcoholic crackhead gambler telling a hooker that she's immoral, but I digress.
Love,
Zach
I will now stand upon my soapbox and deliver what seems to be a totally necessary wake-up call. No one is writing except mom and myself. And yes, she and I both know we are the witty, verbose members of the family, but come on. I have been working the most ridiculous hours in world history this past week, but I continue to check The Chop almost every day in the hope that you all have written in. Aaron, yea, I know you're busy. I do. I really really really really really really do. INCLUDING sleep, I have spent 65% of this week's hours at Creative Domain. Not to mention the fact that I will be at the office Saturday and Sunday. So I can relate. It takes zero committment to write an email, and basically that's all this is. MAKE THE TIME. Lauren, seriously, WTF! Sure would be nice to hear how my sis is doing. Sure would be nice to hear how cool it is to live next to Wrigley field. And Pops, holeejeez! Why I remember back in aught-2 when you told the fam about your camera. Maybe you didn't get the memo that this shit is free. No really, FREE!
Let's not get to the point of having to schedule turns with Log Chop. I can't believe I feel like I have to say this but you should WANT to write. Who are you gonna tell about that rash on your leg if not your fam? Okay, besides the doctor.
Here's the latest from Zachville. And I'm calling it that cause Zachywood sounds like a really bad pet name for my wedding tackle.
Okay, so I haven't signed a contract yet at Creative. I'm on a list of people with which the CEO must negotiate contracts, and my number hasn't come up yet. I am completely unconcerned, as I sat down with the Executive VP a few days ago and she assured me the day was quickly approaching. Keep in mind, she broke the news to me prematurely that I was going to be promoted, because she was excited for me. So I'm cool with it for now, but if I don't sit down with him by next week I'm going to start to push.
Not that I've had time to worry about it anyway. I have been working on a bunch of stuff these days: special features for The OC season 2 DVD, some crap Disney Channel movie called Halloweentown (Gag me with a pumpkin), Scrubs, Are We There Yet? (an Ice Cube family movie), and a bunch of sizzle reels. Sizzle reels are those things you see during home video previews that say "Make sure to check out the rest of the Warner Bros. Home Video Collection" and then proceeds to show you some snappy montage cut to Electric Avenue by Eddy Grant. They're both cool and lame. It's cool because you really get to flex your edit muscles. You get to do a lot of quick cuts and effects, and you can choose any music you want. On the bad side, it's not really material that anyone ever sees, or wants to see. But whatever, work is work. As a company, apparently we're busier than ever before, so that's what necessitated the crazy week.
In my oh-so-ample free time, I've been able to trim my nails once, ummm... ooh I got to check my email last tuesday,......
I'm kidding, but it is a little silly. You can see why people burn out. Actually up until the last two days, I have been getting back in the gym to try and balance my lifestyle. And every weekend I go to the beach and lay in the sand for a couple of hours, which is borderline therapeutic. I've been car-pooling to work with another editor named Anthony, who is a totally solid guy. You can tell he'll be my buddy for a while. He and I are really similar, and really different, which is as good a formula as any for a friend. Jeremy I'm sure says hi. Things are fine between he and I. He's a little more set in his ways than one might like, but you can't change who people are. So instead I've been getting out of the shoebox...I mean apartment, a little more to provide some breathing room. I don't want to paint the wrong picture though. Jers is still my boy.
I'd love to have more to report. Oh, there is a girl I have been talking every now and again, but of course she currently lives in Chicago. I'm not into the long distance thing at all, so we've kept it casual, but the conversations are good. As far as travel goes, I'll be in Austin for Memorial Day weekend, I'm planning a long Chicago trip in August, and hopefully I'll find some time to get away between those dates. I work with so many people, and each one has their own story. I'm thinking of writing about somebody different each time, just as a character study more than anything.
Alright guys, I'm gonna bounce. But keep in mind: We are your only family. Keep us in the loop.
P.S. - Did you know the new pope was a Hitler Youth? It's true, look it up. Also, did you know that you can actually see the Area 51 installation on Google's new satellite maps? REALLY cool stuff to be seen. Oh, and this Michael Jackson stuff is straight up ridiculous. Even Hollywood is shaking it's head. Which is kind of like an alcoholic crackhead gambler telling a hooker that she's immoral, but I digress.
Love,
Zach
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