AVT: Rescue and my Movie Theater in the head.

I have a movie theater inside my mind. It's rather nice and extensive. We are talking IMAX meets Carnegie Hall. This place has saved me many times on rather boring days in jobs that I rather not be doing. Mostly yard work. The one thing I have the misfortune of is that I have enough artistic talent to make and impression, but not enough to garner employment. It's frustrating and I find myself working harder to shore up my failings in anatomy and perspective. I know that I can do the job, I just need that "break into the business" start.

The other thing is that I observe movies that I want to see in my imagination very clearly. I mean I'm there and it's a blast! I just can't get it on paper for everyone else. AVT: Rescue is my first attempt at trying to convey what I'm seeing. For me its beyond frustrating, like looking at a third grader's renditions of Monet, while compared to the designs of flashes of metal and life crossing my big screen.

I'm driving my wife crazy trying to finish it. She considers it a waste of time deep down. She loves me enough to placate my obsessions, but we have a toddler now, so having her husband wasting hours into the witching hour and beyond can get old quick. She's an artist as well. A good one, but Princeton killed whatever it is that COMPELLS us to create something. Being a student of the Ivy League of Hard Knocks I have regained some of that compulsion to share again in 2006. The fights between us over this are getting unruly.

So besides my Dad, who I love and haven't called lately. Sorry POP! I hope anyone else who's getting to see this endeavor is enjoying my hard work and sacrifice. Not that Hasbro or 20th Century Fox disapproves or approves all of this, because in short this one of a million fan fictions circulating the Net.