We spend 2 weeks in the DR and somehow I can barely bring myself to look at the FaceBook but here I am on the way to Vegas and already an entry. Odd, yes. Also Vegas is work. Lots and lots of work. Probably wouldn’t be so demanding if it weren’t for all the edit deadlines.
It seems though, that no matter how hard the work or long the hours, I always seem to look back at Vegas with a smile.
Here’s hoping that AntiZombie Juice is available at the Red Rock.

Now that I’m official, I can share some of the happy times in NYC. Check out the edit suite of power. Super Fantastic Awesome!

So…

We’re out. Outta here like last year.
A B C ya.
See ya round like a doughnut.

Goodbye empty apartment. Goodbye amazing view. Most of all goodbye to all the wicked friends that made living in Vancouver so much fun.

Late-oh.

Back in NYC after the final move. He’ll yeah.

So I’m back and watching a little TV to relax after a week and a half of packing and cleaning and on comes the Family Guy special where Brian picks up Stewie from the grand parents and gets him back to Quahog. Hilarity

The next day, I’m on a train to visit Suz’ sister and family. In Rhode Island. I kept expecting some hobos to chuck me off the train for consistency. Needless to say, the song and dance number that they performed (read Seth) is pulsating through my head. Yay.

No intertubes at the new house so off I go to a coffee shop to do some work. Controlling my home desktop from my iPhone is hot. Hot as balls. Beelzeballs.

My word, look at how the blog rolls.

And Shazam. Posted.

Another day, another setup. Nice. Or should I say sweetness?

We seem to be able to MacGuyver damn near anything. At least that apartment is coming in handy. You give me a living room and I’ll give you a green screen happy times.

And now we are complete. Add a Manfrotto tripod with a 519 Fluid head and the Sennheisser mic, you got a full production power house. Yay us

So it begins. I have been blessed with the elusive Yankee thumbs up. That kind of sounds like I need to go to a doctor and get a shot or an ointment of some sort.
Never fear. Actually the O1 visa went through last night. They’re letting me in.
071009 was a good day.
Start the day with a touch of the hangover. Edit a bit while sitting on a monkey waiting for Adrian to go do some power shopping at B&H. In an hour we buy a poop load of grip gear, 2 4×4 Kinos, 3 ArriSoft 2Ks and more. Oh yeah and the kick ass HPX 300 camera by Panasonic. It’s loverly.
Back at home sippin Caesars and Stellas on the rooftop and check my email.
Wait a minute, there’s an email from my lawyer. I should check that out. Tap. Tap. Tap

And then I swear the sun came blasting out of my phone. God fingers. Like the case in Pulp Fiction. And something that may have been a gospel choir singing. Or maybe it was all in my head for it was my acceptance in an email form.

And then it began…

Boston. Brownstones. Beers.

This place is pretty cool. History everywhere, a constant reminder of those before us. And beer. Did I say beer?