Chris

@blueneurosis.bsky.social

Post production ronin. Avatar art by Terry Blas (www.terryblas.com)

Pre Monday jitters. We're down to a skeleton crew this upcoming week for ~reasons~ and I'm mentally assessing all the things we won't have access/authorization for. If last week felt like crunch, this is crunch looking directly at you and screaming GET IN THE FUCKING PIT

Busy day yesterday, running around Flushing! Greenpoint! Madison Square Garden! Notable: the man passed out in the passenger seat of a convertable, blackout drunk if the fresh puke stains going down the door are to be believed.

Waiting for the weekend Subway map to drop so I can see which way I can approach things. Could be trains, could be a ferry or two. No way to know until the map drops.

Staring blankly at a new shoulder bag and grimly realizing I won't be able to do anything with it for the forseeable future. Work is spiraling into a frenzy.

Still not feeling 100% but restless enough to roll the dice with a brief trip out. I think the problem is that with work keeping me prisoner at the apartment, the outside world is just constant choice paralysis. Everything sounds interesting/delicious/engaging! And I don't have the bandwidth (or $)

Haha everybody gets to go to their three day weekend early but they all know I'm hear for fucking who knows how long. Why there's probably whispers I'm just bolted to this desk until I rot as some kind of penance.

Someone handed in a Premiere project with the expectation that I could do a notes pass. Everything is offline. I will have to rebuild it, assuming I can find the footage/media. And that's a very big assumption. It's Monday.