The House That Silence Built

I thought I was going to get a project captured, edited and out the door today. After fooling around with a mucked-up tape all morning, I was all set to go on editing. Only I've just been given another project that's higher priority. And it's four tapes.

Today's turning out to be nothing but logging and capturing. Sure am glad I brought a book.

I am beat and I know precisely why.

Last night was my first late shift. It was recording the Elevator Pitch Competition Finals. And, me being me, I elected to come into work at the usual time, instead of sleeping late and shifting my hours back. Because I'm like that.

Fortunately, I literally spent 95% of the day capturing footage, so I just zoned out, except for the last twenty minutes, which I outright wasted.

Now I'm home, and feeling beat. I need to go out later for milk and beer, but for now, I'm sitting in bed, watching Hellboy.

God, I love the prologue to Hellboy. It's so perfect.

"Don't worry, Bob. It's just like working in a fish market, only you don't have to clean and gut fish all the day."

I will be pleased if I never eat another baked potato for the remainder of my time on Earth.

Next life, it's a whole new tuber.