Tuesday, October 30, 2007

double, double, toil and trouble

After a grueling, week-long decoration grudge-match, one area in my office emerged victorious.


Well, ours.

For those who don't know, I share an office with another art director (Courtney) and a writer (Laura). We're affectionately (at least I hope so) known as the Dorm Room. Apparently, most noobs at the agency get their start there and most of them are recent grads. We also have a little fridge, so it feels like a dorm room at times.

The agency held a Halloween decorating contest this year. Being the one in charge of promoting it, I may or maynot have included some mouthing off about how the dorm room would be taking on all comers.

Well, the production department responded. And it was, in fact, on.

We took our theme "The Demise of the Dormroom Three: A Forensic Nightmare" and went from funny, to bloody, to bloody funny, to.. wow, that's kinda wrong. That willy-nilly risktaking proved worth it when we got the most votes and claimed the prize of a pizza party.

Monday, October 29, 2007

congratulations are in order.

He doesn't read this (not yet anyway). But congratulations to Sir William on his new job!

i love you too, but I'm gonna mace you in the face!

Matt, Bill and I went to see the Darjeeling Limited yesterday (complete with Hotel Chevalier screening before the feature).

I adored it.

I'm a proven sucker for dysfunctional family flicks, that's already a given (I can watch Little Miss Sunshine to no end). That combined with Anderson's absolute love affair with color and composition -- I'm in heaven. It's gorgeous. I don't claim to be a film critic in any fashion, so I won't attempt to write my own synopsis. So to steal a bit from imdb.com:

"Three American brothers who have not spoken to each other in a year set off on a train voyage across India with a plan to find themselves and bond with each other -- to become brothers again like they used to be. Their "spiritual quest", however, veers rapidly off-course (due to events involving over-the-counter pain killers, Indian cough syrup, and pepper spray), and they eventually find themselves stranded alone in the middle of the desert with eleven suitcases, a printer, and a laminating machine. At this moment, a new, unplanned journey suddenly begins."

Aside from the visual attraction (both stylistic and Schwartzman), this Anderson film got to me more so than any of the others I've seen. I mentioned this to Matt after the movie, over baked potatoes at Wendy's and he seemed a bit surprised and asked why that was.

"I guess I get a story about carrying around your parent's baggage."

While it doesn't sound it, that is in no way depressing. It's therapeutic to see someone else go through it, even if it's just fictional. Maybe it'll take a train ride through India to patch up the all-too battered relationship between myself and my own sibling.

"I wonder if the three of us would've been friends in real life. Not as brothers, but as people." - Jack Whitman, The Darjeeling Limited

I wonder that too. But lately, it seems like the answer would be "no".

Friday, October 26, 2007

wedding bells, both present and future.

This past weekend, Matt and I made the four and a half hour trip home to attend the wedding of one of my best high school friends, Katie. I say four and a half hours, yet if you think you're going to be late -- you can apparently make the drive in three and a half. Imagine that! Thankfully the 'staties' were busy last weekend.

Katie's wedding was absolutely gorgeous. The ceremony and reception were held at a small resort/party house called Twin Lakes. The ceremony was held on the shore of one of the namesake bodies of water. While Rochester is still debating on changing the colors of the foliage, Hurley had opted to show off its brightest reds, warmest oranges and brilliant yellows. The sun was out, the water was as calm as a mill pond and the bride was beautiful (the groom was looking mighty spiffy as well).

Matt and I had an amazing time. We socialized with my dad and stepmother (who were also invited), until they had to depart to attend another wedding that evening. I had the chance to catch up with another high school friend, Kari, who I'd not seen in ages. When we finally got to our table, we were seated with a mix of Katie's Marist friends and their dates. All of whom were an absolute blast.

When the music started going, and everyone started dancing -- it was all the fun of prom with none of the drama. Everyone was just so incredibly happy. Matt also danced. Yes. It's hard to imagine nevermind believe, but he does dance. He's pretty good at it too. He was up for a slow song just about anytime and even a few fast ones. Oddly enough, he took a seat when the Grease MegaMix came on. It was like all the musical demons of my high school days were coming out to play -- I just HAD to be up there with Katie, Kari and everyone else; doing my best rendition of the moves from "Greased Lightning". Thankfully, it was too dark for any good pictures of that. Darn.

Not unlike the bridal show Mom A. and I went to, it kick started me into wedding planning mode all over again. In the past two days I've managed to finish the design of the wedding website. Now it's in the capable hands of Bill to actually set up. If you've seen my portfolio site, you've seen the current limit of my HTML wizardry. I want to learn more, but that's the subject of a whole new post.

In the coming days, the site should be ready to be launched.

I'm excited.

We're really getting married.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

shutdown. logout. restart?

I feel as though this is the blog equivalent to having the training wheels removed from your first bicycle. After having been a rabid eljay addict through college, I want to trade in. Trade up, hopefully. I've been window-shopping for awhile now; Sarah brought her musings over here well over a year ago, I found Val's secret art journal here and Deanna was the last one I know who's made the jump.

I guess a real blog is starting to become part of growing older. Not that my livejournal has been deleted or utterly abandoned -- it's just time for something different.

There's no shortage of things happening in my life, for better or for worse. Maybe I should start keeping track.

Here's hoping that a year from now there's more than three entries in this blog. Cheers.