I’ve been scarce as fuck lately, I know. Been busy with work, but barring a few script projects over the next few weeks, I’m about to get freed up. This is good, as I really miss taking pictures of nonsense and writing about it.
EPIX’s “Big Bloody Valentine” marathon is on tonight, and that promo we built is all over it. (A few versions of it, actually, plus bumpers.) I almost never get the chance to see my stuff on air, so even after all these years, it’s still so goofily magical.
I’m watching Slumber Party Massacre as we speak:
I only tell you guys about a fraction of the “real work” I do, because most of it is uninteresting, or because the clients involved might not be keen on a behind-the-curtain view. With Big Bloody Valentine, I had to, and not just because we did a nice job on the promo. I’m so thrilled to have some loose tie to this awesome concept of a Valentine’s Day slasher marathon. I’m misty at the thought of even a few dozen horror geeks surviving the “holiday” with this.
I used to love these weirdo all-night marathons. I still do, but they were especially great back when my social life was limited to exchanging pissy faces with the freak in the mirror. There was some detached form of camaraderie to ‘em. The thought that someone out there with similarly odd interests was watching the same stuff at the same ungodly hour just felt so strangely great.
In other news: Yes, the photo above is of my newly renovated office, which looks…surprisingly similar to my old office. Just with a television, and less dust. I’ll give you the full tour when I finish organizing everything, but suffice to say, it’s evolving into an inspiring little box that would double nicely as a psychopathic fifteen-year-old’s bedroom.