Sweet. Baby. Jesus.
This last month has been the wackiest, scariest, bestest, worstest month of my life. I know I’m prone to hyperbole, but I mean it this time. June/July 2010 will live in infamy. INFAMY!
I still need to write a massive blog post about our trip to Disneyworld and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I almost can’t bring myself to write about the latter because I’ll fail miserably to properly capture the fucking insanity that is WWOHP. Here’s a hint: The Forbidden Journey completely redefined what a theme park ride can be. Halfway through it, I got choked up. Again: a roller coaster turned into an emotional experience. That’s all I got, folks. It was that epic. I’ll write a proper blog post about eventually, with pictures and everything. It was an amazing trip, and I’ll share it with you soon.
Another recap: we’ve started production on our movie and it’s amazing. It’s simultaneously the most rewarding and exhausting job I’ve ever had, and I love it so hard. Our cast is phenomenal and our crew is the SHIT, I love these people. I have so many behind-the-scenes shenanigans to report (like the day I ran around in a ridiculous and scandalous superhero costume, the hilarious and constant reenactments of the Christian Bale rant, and the day I fired four people in a 24 hour period). Again, it’s too ripe for stories to go into too much detail, really deserves its own post. It’s on my To Do List.
The reason I can’t bring myself to actually sit down and write about any of this is because on Friday morning my sister B got a call from her husband’s Army captain. Patric is serving overseas in Afghanistan, and he was shot in the chest while on patrol. I honestly don’t know how much detail I can or should go into, but I’ll just say that Pat is the most decent, sweet, kind man I’ve ever met and the outpouring of love and support from literally hundreds of people couldn’t be more well deserved. He’s not out of the woods yet, but he’s on his way home to recover and I couldn’t be happier that he’ll be out of the war for a while. I’m torn between being thrilled that he’s alive, terrified that he was in harm’s way to begin with, and completely insanely fucking angry that he was over there in the first place (one of those “I support the troops but I don’t support the war” conundrums, ya dig?).
Hence, the somberness of this recap and my reluctance to write anything I’ve been meaning to write about. Filming the movie is a great distraction and keeps my mind off Pat’s condition, but coming home and seeing our family so devastated by this is just tearing me apart. I’m so incredibly proud of B for being so strong through this, I’d be a complete fucking basketcase in her shoes. I’m so desperate for Pat to make it through this that I went into a church for the first time in 7 years. ME. In a church! I’m surprised I didn’t burst into flames. I may be an atheist, but I still believe in something out there that links us all (you call it God, I call it…something else entirely), and I figured that trying to send out good thoughts and positive energy in Pat’s direction couldn’t hurt. Once he’s back stateside tomorrow and B is out there at his side, I’ll feel infinitely better. Until then, stomach’s still in knots.
Anypoop, that’s the deal. Stay tuned for some epic tales from the set, as well as a nice little blog post about the tiny insignificant trip we’re taking in two days to the MOTHERFUCKING SAN DIEGO COMIC CON. Donnie, Jenna and I are going to kick some ass and take some names this year. Jensen Ackles, get ready to get your ass kidnapped. HEY LURKERS! If you’ll be at the Con, keep a weathered eye out for me, matey, I’ll have a ton of Goodbye Light promo shit, come find me.
Over and out, fellas.
Tune du Jour: Birds by Kate Nash