Sowing

A commenter on Babbledog:

damn. y’all built it up and it was so disappointing. all that coordination and potential used to…. end hunger? nope. get rich? nope. raise the awareness of some critical cause? not at all. it was all used to make a zombie flick (and from appearances a bad one). i’m not impressed.

Truly, is there such thing as a good zombie flick?  I laughed my butt off at Shaun of the Dead, but zombie movies in general are campy and fun.  Isn’t that the appeal?  :: Go ahead, insert rants from fans of Night of the Living Dead here::

No matter how “badly” the movie turns out, it cannot be any worse than My Boyfriend’s Back.

That isn’t the point.  Does every venture have to be world changing to have a net effect? No.  Each positive endeavor may only serve to make connections that facilitate future events.  I went out on a whim, met people, played a bit part, and had a fabulous time.  Playing a tiny walk on role in a short film is nothing in the grand scheme of things, but even played badly it was a huge leap of courage for me.

At this stage of my life I spend nearly every waking moment either working or molding three very needy barbarians into what I hope become acceptable and contributing members of society. Please don’t hold your breath.

Y’all, I am tired; deep down in the bones tired.  The kind of tired that a few hours of uninterrupted sleep will not fix.   It is a hungry form of exhaustion; the kind that makes you say to hell with everything.  When I should have been hurrying home I decided, “No, I’m going to sit on this porch with these people and laugh about nothing for a while.”  Those hours, no one needed me and there were no deadlines.  No, Dan didn’t save the world by coordinating a campy zombie flick, but I valued the experience.

(HT Dan Conover Photo Credit Geoff Marshall)