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This is getting really infuriating. Like I don’t have enough doubts myself about this whole situation, and if we’re really going to pull it off. Everything feels so unnatural. And everyone seems to be inventing little ways to stand in the way — like it’s their last grasp on defiance toward the whole idea; their only way to express their concern — by getting in the way of execution. You’d be making more money if you didn’t focus on this, Patrick. This is the stupidest idea I think you’ve ever had, Patrick. If I were you and I wanted to pour my life and my spare time into something, I would have picked something better, Patrick. This isn’t a family of support, it’s a family of judgment — where if they don’t quite understand what you’re trying to do, you shouldn’t be even trying.
If I would have known a post-X-mas sit down with ham sandwiches and a few CDs from some essay contest I was a winner of would have brought us all to this, I would have thought again.
The night was spent in my father’s garage. Chris is in town with the boy and Adrian and I asked her to bring up her camcorder so we could start shooting tests of the presentation script. (Yes, because we don’t have a camera of our own, anymore.) We need to start doing demos and see how the whole thing sounds. Horrible, if the first try is of any indication — and it’s surprising that we even got through it.
Why my father found it necessary to start running the vacuum at the exact same moment that we started to shoot in the garage, and why Christine chose to start rolling Micam around in his little walker thing at the exact same moment that my father started using the vacuum, and why they both had to keep coming to the door between the garage and the kitchen only to ask what we were doing and when we were going to be done … eludes me. They knew what we were up to. They knew we wouldn’t be done for a while. They both knew that if we don’t get this done, something we’d been working on for a while would be even further delayed — and possibly never viewed because who the hell knows how many people are actually showing up in the morning at Cyan offices right now.
Eventually, we got somewhere. After the moments on camera where I’m bitching about my life and the circumstances of the moment - the ridiculousness of it all. After the moments where we’re laughing so hard to break the frustration hanging in the air that one of us simply starts drooling. After the moments when I stare blank-faced into the little Canon camcorder and simply say: I don’t want to do this anymore.
As we were packing up, Chris came out through the door and plopped the boy into my lap. He wants to see his father for a few minutes before bed, she says - can you stop playing filmmaker for a few minutes and pay attention to your family? I hate it when she uses him to get her way.
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Feb 22 2008
>.<….You know as a female I am appalled at her behavior. If this had been a project she was trying to get done she would have been furious at the interruptions and the petty behavior…She should have been supporting you and running interference! Before anyone else jumps in to defend her I will say that i don’t interrupt my partner when he’s busy, regardless of whether it’s work related or just prepping for his D&D game for “Boy’s Night Out”…i make sure he has the time, he’s on track, and that he has no interruption’s. Okay time for me to shut up, It’s just that when women don’t at least hold up their end of a partnership i get kinda pissed…that kind of lack of partnership courtesy is one of many reasons why relationships fail. I admire you for sticking to this project and still loving your wife and family with the grief that they have caused. Hope your Patience holds up under the coming trials and tribulations until the project is complete.