I ran a few errands on Friday, first heading to the post office to mail my credit card bill (I needed to mail it overnight since I waited so long to pay it… sure, the $13+ hurts, but not nearly as much as late fees plus interest). After that, it was time to head out to the DMV for my driving record. It took a few phone calls last year for me to realize that I didn’t need to worry about a traffic ticket I picked up while going to college in Ohio, but given that my license was suspended for close to 2 ½ years… the bar exam people tend to wonder about that. (The suspension was because I was having epileptic seizures that led to blackouts—when you lose consciousness while driving… the DMV people tend to wonder about that.) Continue reading “Driving to the brink of disaster”
The harmful effects of stress
Thankfully, my bar application is almost done. All I need is a copy of my driving record from the DMV, a photo for the little ID card and print all of the other forms and get them notarized. Up ‘til a few days ago, I thought I also needed a pair of affidavits (basically just letters of recommendation). Turns out I was wrong, so I feel a little guilty. Continue reading “The harmful effects of stress”
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Whaddya mean, “This isn’t the Oscars”?
Since I just posted all the entries regarding the WaZoo! crew’s journey to Los Angeles, I thought people might want an update on what’s happened with the Festival Cut since then. While it may not have won an award out in L.A., there are other film festivals out there (with judges who have much better taste in comedy shorts). More specifically, there is a WorldFest-Houston (The 3rd Oldest International Film Festival in North America!). Whoopee… Still, this was the 38th one, so I guess they’ve been around for a while. Plus they nominated us for an award. Whoopee!
Perhaps the best part of hearing about our nomination in Houston was that it came via e-mail. No, that’s not the reason—I don’t mind hearing false rumors as much when they come from attractive Australian women swimming in pools in posh hotels. I don’t think I mind, anyway… it’s hard to say when I only have one episode to base the entire theory on. Anyway! The reason it was cool was because the e-mail included this sentence:
“Unlike other festivals, we nominate only the four top entries, and we give Platinum, Gold, Silver and Bronze awards, thus you are assured to win one of these top awards at the Gala Awards Dinner!” Boo-ya!
I doubt that appearing in one more film festival and winning an award will lead to my dream of signing women’s body parts, but… oh, what the hell, I’m gonna go to bed now so I can dream of it some more. G’night…
