- 9:42 PM, Tuesday,
May 19th, 2015:
- It hit me sometime
this morning that I absolutely, positively don't
belong here. On so many levels it feels like The
Soprano "Coma" episodes where Tony was Kevin Finnerty.
Leave it to me to be caught up in Mad Men's ending of
course leading to memories of The Sopranos (Matthew
Weiner also wrote for The Sopranos) and come up with a
10 year old allusion to a character even Sopranos fans
forget. Those episodes were transformative to
- So how did this
out-of-body feeling start? First, not actually having
a pass to get into the convention and being given one
with the name "Chad Owens" with a picture I look
nothing like. That alone didn't do it... it was being
in elevators with other businessmen at the convention
who look at the city on your pass (where you're from)
and start striking up conversations about the area.
You inevitably play along just to see how long you can
talk about Corpus Christi.
- Then, it's how I'm
dressed. I have a suit on, but you throw in these
red running shoes ('cause goddamnit I want some
comfort), a t-shirt and my stupid fedora...
I don't look like ANYONE at this show. I look
like a goof-ball playing make-believe.
- But that's fine!
Of course! I'm used to that man! I'm the Delorean guy!
I'm supposed to be odd...
- ...but what
happens when you're also not "The Delorean Guy"? Guys,
this was a business idea that just took the fuck off
to places I had NO idea it would go. I'm a
good actor, I can play the part... but this just
isn't me. Like the entry a couple days ago: it becomes
uncomfortable at some point because you're just not
- So I pulled out my
iPhone and figured it was video worthy. Also was able
to tape the periscope interview I did for the
convention and, well, it's a journey
- I also hate
Vegas. Everything the city stands for is the opposite
of what I would find fun. In fact, Talya and I
came here in 2011 to see Burg & Aaron and
I wrote this song:
- I always end
up in this city for something and I'm always thrilled
to leave. Which brings up the
Talya!?!?!? Where's my family? I'm in that mode of
seeing everything through my kid's eyes. Oooh, Vienna
would think this is cool, Cam would like that... I?
Don't like any of it. I like my drone. That's
been the saving grace. I can take this quad-copter out
and get beautiful footage that's so goddamn scary to
attempt I shake for 20 minutes afterwards. And
even that isn't me, but I do like cameras and
capturing life in interesting ways.
- So what do
I do? I'm presently sipping whiskey, writing an
entry, and editing video. Goddamn oxford comma. Why do
you have to look so wrong, but be SO RIGHT?!? And
I feel at home doing that. I just miss my
- Alright, expect my
drone reel tomorrow morning, although I'm probably not
going to have this entry up by then. Sometimes life is
too fast to get all this up the moment it's written.
Sucks, but it sure beats the alternative of a shitty
blog with no videos.