Do Not Come Lightly to the Blank Page

If Blogger autosaves your post in cyberspace, but there's no content when it does... does the post really exist?

Makes you wonder. Actually, it only happened because I was so exhausted coming into this weekend that I literally fell asleep at the computer. Not something I usually do. The norm would be that I'd realize I'm about to be assaulted by the sandman and I'd take a moment to place the laptop on the table—rather than pass-out, laptop balancing precariously upon me, waking up only because my roommate came home from seeing Harry Potter V and proclaimed loudly, "Dude! You're snoring".

Which, if I'm the only one in the house, does it matter?

For the record, I don't snore. Well, I do... but it's not what you think. Not that I've ever had my sleeping pattern tracked, but I have shared my room with various sorts over the years and was told once by my freshman-year college roommate that most of the night I was very quiet and then there would be a horrendous cacophony of noise that would erupt from within my chest in an Exorcist kind of way—you know, if Linda Blair had snored all over the priest.

Speaking of college roommates, today is DB's birthday. In keeping with my grand blog-tradition of assigning nicknames to people, that's the one I shall choose for him now. Not very original, but I don't think he would like some of the ones I thought of first. DB was one of my other roommate's in college (not the one that watched me snore—that was TS) and we have known each other for almost 10 years now.

The amount of things that change in ten years is staggering. Our friendship hasn't. Sure, we don't talk as often as we once did; but hundreds of miles and being grown-ups will do that to old college buddies. When we do talk or get to hang out, it's awesome. I'm both stoked and honored as this October I will be serving as his best-man at his wedding. He said I get to guard his football. Not the rings... no, that's too easy... but the football, which will be used by the bridal party at the reception. Yes, it's a very Notre Dame wedding, indeed.

So thinking about Notre Dame, I decided to Wiki the place and found out something equally inspiring as it is daunting. Father Sorin (the founder of my beloved Alma Mater) was less that 30 when he founded it. Of course this is how I felt when I sat in film class and learned that Orson Welles was twenty-five when he directed Citizen Kane. Revolutionary for its technical achievement, the film made use of deep focus shots for the first time in modern cinema (wherein everything was in focus... adding layers to the the scene). ER is a current show that utilizes such a technique fairly often.

And wow... I just morphed into my film history professor, Randy. I did, didn't I? Glad I caught myself before I started talking about rack-focus and Hitchcock's Vertigo.

And once again, no real point to this post. There are things to discuss. Originally it was that I fell asleep because I couldn't think of anything to post about in the wee hours of night. I tried to come up with brilliance and was left with nothing but an empty page and cacophony.

I could have talked about making a Survivor audition video (not for me). Or perhaps the new adventures of Apollo now that he's been liberated from tyranny and oppression (sorry, Kirby, I gotta milk this—maybe I can sell the movie rights!). Those will have to wait until I get home. For now, maybe I could speak more on the toxic fumes wafting up from the lower-level of the mansion (a now weekly occurrence).

I think I will... post later. Maybe with video (as I so often tease), but not until this afternoon. Gonna try to get my work done and out of the office as soon as I can. So with that, adieu my friends. Until later. And Happy Birthday, DB old mate.

OH... and in case I don't get to blog later...

BREAK A LEG to the cast of "Gillian" on your closing weekend and more broken legs to Zubov and Kirilenko on your opening night!!