It is Finished

Nothing says The End like a nice plate of pasta!

Editing class is over, and....I'm not sure. I think I'll only be satisfied if I get a job within the next few weeks and am specifically told "We hired you over the other candidates - and despite your distinctly unprofessional appearance - primarily because you have a certificate from NYU."

I did author a pretty snazzy DVD of the crap I edited, though I think its menus may have turned out better than any of the samples linked within them. I might circulate a copy or two to prove that I took this course (or at least that I went to a lot of trouble to make it seem like I did).

Now, with Broadway still on strike and no class to wake up early for, it's time to relax and look for an editing job and maybe a Spanish class, and maybe even start writing a book. [Now accepting book deals from only the most reputable publishers.]

Weeks 1 and 2 of class went a little bit slow, but Week 3 started with Final Cut Pro, the program I'd actually like to use to edit. The hours are starting to take their toll...even though I elected to take this class, I'm forced to continue working in the meantime (who isn't?), and the 80 hrs a week I usually spend sleeping are now spent - gasp - out in the world =(

I was gradually pulled out of sleep yesterday morning (after missing my alarm) by a foreign stinging sensation on my arm. I finally opened my eyes and discovered a 2-inch long burn across the middle of my forearm, manifesting itself as a huge yellow blister. It took me a little while to wake up fully and to figure out that I'd fallen asleep with my laptop on top of me...

I can accept that the thing gets incredibly hot, even hot enough to burn someone, but to sleep through the melting of one's own flesh? Had no idea that was possible. Makes me wonder if I should get a dog or monkey assistant [assistant that is a monkey, not assistant to a monkey] to prevent such things from happening in the future. That or I could go to sleep the second I get home every night, but that would seem a terrible injustice. Not just to me, but to you, my loyal readers. So know that I risk life and limb to bring you this limited and questionably worthwhile information every couple weeks.