I worked all day on a shoot at EMI.  And then had to go to the studio to finish up some things and burn a couple discs of the project I have been working on.  So I braved the tornado sirens in Franklin and stayed til the project finished burning.  Then I stopped off to pick up ‘The Assassination of Jesse James’ at the evil empire, because Targe’ didn’t have it on blue-ray… well, neither did Wally.  So I left. Man was it windy… I had heard that a tornado touched the ground somewhere near my house… real near… but I arrived at home to see that everything was fine… and then I went into the kitchen… where it looked as if someone had just received the Sweeney Todd.  Red all over the walls, on the ceiling, all across the cabinets… soaked and sticky on all of the tile… covering the inside of the fridge… and outside…  And in the middle of the kitchen floor lay a clue.  A cork… to a bottle of Cycles Gladiator.  Which was freshly opened, barely tasted and then re-corked.  I keep everything in ship shape, but the last thing I wanted to do tonight was scrub walls, floors, the fridge and cabinets… but it started to smell like a vineyard… so I had to do it tonight.  I’m going to have to repaint… neat.  I thought that the Cycles tasted a bit carbonated… It’s weird to think that the pressure system changed so much when the tornado rolled through that it caused a “taking a shampoo bottle on a plane then opening it after landing” effect.  But then my nose started bleeding when the sirens went off again for the second tornado warning; hours later.  I never get nose bleeds… unless I’m punched, which is never.  So I never get nose bleeds.  Hey, why don’t we name tornadoes? Seriously, I am upset at this tornado for destroying my kitchen… but saying, “I’m so mad at tornado” sounds stupid, and so impersonal.  Why can’t we name them as we do hurricanes? They do a great amount of damage as well.  I think I’ll call this one Tornado Mildred.  Mildred and I aren’t speaking, I am upset at her.  See… much more personal.  Alright… I am done whining.  Seriously, could you imagine if I was home when that thing exploded? I most certainly would have passed out. Or what if I was in the kitchen and it hit me?  I can only imagine what my dreams will be like tonight.

      It’s 71 degrees and so swampy… I’m fighting the urge to turn on the A/C.  I can just hear the global warmer wagon now… “71 degrees in February? And you don’t believe that we are destroying the earth and causing tornadoes?” …I will walk to the coffee shop tomorrow okay?  ugh… nevermind. I should avoid political banter at all costs.

     So in closing this early siren still blaring morn… I am due to begin a new project starting tomorrow and this one will be incredibly challenging… filled with animation, green screens and yes…. apple logos.

 Always accept a challenge.
cB