glenn close but no cigar
Wednesday, Oct. 13, 2004
I’m horrible at staying in touch with family and friends. Unfortunately, I’ve been getting away with it all my life.
My family, which is spread out over the country and central Europe, has always cut me miles and miles of slack. I think that's because they view me as some sort of screenwriting, filmmaking, improvising, multiple women-dating advertising executive on the go-go-GO. Or Austin Powers, copywriter.
This image is so utterly and laughably off the mark, I don’t know how to set them straight. Maybe next time they ask me what I’ve been up to, I’ll regale them with tales of my many nights watching Sports Center while dining on entire six packs of Swiss Miss Tapioca pudding.
I also don’t do a good job of staying in touch with friends, especially when I move to a new job or town. I don’t know why. These are people I genuinely like, and yet I’m willing to discard them like paper cups at a health club water fountain.
All in all, this really isn’t my best quality.
But now that I’m older, new friendships have been harder to foster. I’m no longer as cavalier. So today I declare that my current friends are stuck with me, whether they like it or not. Or as a scary woman once said, “I’m not going to be ignored, Dan!”
[Note: Only two movies have significantly influenced my long-term behavior: the afore-referenced Fatal Attraction and Jaws. Of one thing you can be sure: I will never cheat on my wife while scuba diving in the middle of the ocean.]
Disarmed is in a bit of a lull right now. Kia has been traveling a lot, and she’s not rushing the edit. So I don’t have any new movie stuff to report. Here are a couple more shots from the shoot that I thought were kind of cool.
Artsy fartsy shot of Robin from many angles.
I'm about to confess my love. Wish me luck!
Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
Maybe we should have used a stunt double.
… election update …
The campaign seems to have lost a little steam. Perhaps we need to pace ourselves. Right now, I’m the hare standing on the side of the road, gasping for breath, while nervously keeping an eye out for any tortoises that may be ambling by.
Qualification #8: People tell me I get pretty intense. And the best sergeants are always intense.
Tapping the keg of welfare reform,
Steve Anacker
Sergeant at Arms 2008
