Throwback Thursday or My New Old Best Friend

Dear God,

First, thank you for today.  I love it when I wake up and I’m still here.  Now, secondly, thank you for my brother, Richard.  When we were younger neither of us were very good at the whole “being a supportive brother” thing, but now that we’ve grown, I couldn’t ask for a better friend.

This isn’t my typical blog post, but it’s something that’s been pressing on my heart.  I need to say these things and not just privately.

Fifteen years ago if you had asked me what I thought of my younger brother I would tell you “I love him.”  Or I would have made a fat joke.  (Oh, the irony.)  What I wouldn’t tell you is this:

He is funny, charming, intelligent, honorable, kind, and fair-minded.  He has been nothing short of a beacon of support for me in any endeavor I have ever had, and doesn’t speak to me as if one day I will be successful, but as if I already am.  Do I have disagreements with him?  Of course, one could say “all the time,” but they are no longer fights, they are conversations.  Do I think he’s obnoxious?  Incredibly.  But then again, so am I.  I like to blame it on being a Gemini, but the stars hold little sway on my behavior, not nearly as much as I do.

No idea who all those other people are.

When I was younger I was indifferent to this “younger” person who was not smaller than me.  I know, if you ask him, he would say I was a horrible older brother.  I wasn’t mean, and I cared about him deeply.  That being said our relationship never really evolved past the point it was when my parents brought him home from the hospital:

“If I hit him (physically or emotionally) he’ll make noise, and often times he’ll make enough noise or the wrong noise, and he’ll get in trouble instead of me.”  Like the time when I poked him and he threw himself through a table in order to get me in trouble for pushing.  As quick and clever as the plan was, our mother saw through it.  #Skills

It wasn’t until I was 21 that I stopped this.  When I was diagnosed with testicular cancer, and despite all of our previous history, my brother showered me with support.  I let a lot of things go during chemotherapy, to say nothing about my hair.  I don’t usually sweat the small stuff (outside of food in restaurants) anymore, and hurting my brother for sport had no more appeal.  It was childish.  And though, not intended, it was cruel.

Now, not all of the change was me, but it was enough.  I have found that this crusty Tech Sergeant is and has always been my best friend.  And I can’t thank God enough for bringing him into my life on that June morning, so many years ago.

Love,

T2

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Updates, Skyrim and J.J. Abrams

So, as per my usual, once I get into things I tend to forgo the whole blogging thing and work on said whatever-I’m-in-to. I will try to do better. No point in having a blog if you aren’t going to use it.

So, Updates:

I’ve been in contact with some people at an un-named television station and I’m hoping to hear back from them sooner rather than later. Whether it be good news or bad news at least it’ll be news. I’ve completely re-written “Ripley Madison” and am quite happy with it. This puts me in the “looking for crew” and “casting” phases–which could prove to be both exciting and infuriating. Time will tell.

I still haven’t heard back from J.J. Abrams, I believe it is because he is busy and not a frequent reader of my blog, and not because he doesn’t care–I mean, of course he cares. My script is awesome!

I’ve also started writing another television series pilot, this one not based on someone else’s property, and is tentatively titled “Eden.” It’s a science fiction thriller/chase story set in the not-too-distant-future. I like it, and will post my “elevator pitch” in a future blog…one where I take more than five minutes to compose.

On a slightly nerd-ier note: I started using some “realistic” lighting mods for Skyrim and it’s turned every dungeon into a horror movie. I’m kind of loving it.

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Anywho, that’s about it. I’ll write more soon.

Jumping in to the Deep End

I don’t like to say “no” to people. I don’t like receiving “no’s” from people. So, I go out of my way to ensure other people don’t get them from me. That being said, I am doing a good job here, in 2013, at not taking on so much that I get overwhelmed and projects fall short of where I want them. Three projects is good. Four, not so much.

When I got back from my family vacation to “sunny” Indiana, I dove headfirst into two real projects and one not so real project. The first of the projects is my aforementioned web-series I’ve entitled Ripley Madison. I’ve written the first few episodes and am moving right along. In the next few weeks I will be organizing a casting call as well as interviewing crew, which I will probably have to field from my fellow Brooks alumni, or simply post something up at the school to get current students looking to add a web-series to their resumes (wow, run-on-sentence). I say this, because until I’m able to make these first few episodes to help sell a kickstarter page, I’ll need people who are willing to work for free.

I will keep y’all updated as this process moves along.

The next project I dove into is that of my church’s website. They need a new one. I’m working on it on another web address, which I will share at a later date–once I have a more completed, less ugly thing to show you.  But it’s gonna be awesome.  The theory is to streamline the way the viewer views and uses the site, while taking the design forward into the 21st century.  Yeah.

And the third project, which really isn’t a project, so much as it’s me hanging out in Tamriel, has been a great escape.

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Yes I play an orc, and yes I punch things to death.  Can’t wait for Elder Scrolls Online.

Anywho, I’m glad to be back.  More later.

-T2

Blogging…Again…

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve tried blogging–sometimes it even lasts for a while -and it always ends the same: I let it die. But, as I have said in the past, you only get better at writing by actually writing.  So, here I go again.

I don’t believe I’m going to try and keep a theme going, as I have in the past.  I’m simply going to write about what’s going on in my life and maybe, if I’m really lucky, I’ll stay inspired enough to keep on doing it.

So I think I’ll write about my life, my wife, my son, and my dreams.  I love all of them.

My wife is amazing and is much better at blogging then I am, but I’m working on it.  My son cracks me up, and is a constant reminder to me to take joy in everything I do.  And my dreams…well, I’m “almost done” writing a Star Trek televisions series pilot.

I say almost because I’ve had the same 20 pages left to write forever.  I’m struggling with some pacing issues in this second to final act of my two-hour romp through the final frontier.  But I have several people waiting on reading it and I definitely want to have it finished should I be lucky enough to run into J.J. Abrams–because he would love it and he’s probably the only one I could pitch it too.

Well, anywho…

I’m going to give this a try.  Wish me luck?!

– T2