I was drinking alone last night, and as I am wont to do on such occasions, got to thinking about Why I Am the Way I Am. I ended up writing a 2000-ish word piece about seeing Close Encounters of the Third Kind when I was eight and connecting it to my discovery of François Truffaut and Jules and Jim and then to Alfred Hitchcock and over to Rod Serling and The Twilight Zone and then somehow back to Truffaut and sideways to Ray Bradbury and Douglas Adams and Neil Gaiman and David Fincher and JJ Abrams and the short sci-fi film (shot on a Betamax camera the size of a Prius) that I made for my gifted class project when I was ten.
It’s a good piece, but I’m not going to post it here. It needs some work.
Also, you people don’t come here for my reflective, thought-provoking stuff. So here is a cat gif for you. You internet dicklicks sure do love your cats.
It’s weird how my childhood inspirations are so similar, and yet I am much less talented.