After weeks of work, I published my new website today, called "Personal Online Films". The idea for the website grew out of the constant mental churning over how to further my film-making career. I finally figured that I should just stop worrying about how to be a film-maker and just get on with it already! So that's what I did; I made the first in (hopefully) a series of very personal short films, called "thanksgiving (no turkey)" and bundled it on my new website along with the two other short movies I made for film-classes.

Now that it's done, it's a bit of a weight off my back, and I can get on with other things I've been putting off, like doing my taxes. It's been another busy week for me in other ways too. My project at work continues to be rather stressful. I don't dare complain about it though, considering how many paragraphs I've written over the last year or so when I've been bored at work.

And my free time on Sunday and Monday were taken up with movie-making again. I'm sorry if these journal pages are rapidly turning into "all film-making, all the time" :) I guess when I leap into something I do tend to maybe go overboard a tiny bit. Sunday was my second day of being a script supervisor on an independent short movie, and Monday evening, I continued to edit the 16mm movie I shot with my classmates in the Fall.

Throughout all this activity, I continue to be dogged by depression. It just won't seem to go away, although there are moments and even whole days of joy here and there. I think ... or rather ... I know that, to some extent, its the need to fight off the depression that drives me to be so busy, and to try to be creative. Anyhow, I don't want to keep going on about this subject either, so ... moving on ...

I got another email from my sister this morning confirming that my late Uncle Eddie (my mother's brother) was a transvestite. Moreover, he even had a website! I haven't gotten my hands on the URL yet, but I admit to being madly curious now. Apparently, my father has taken it surprisingly well. Perhaps he's a little relieved; he probably thinks that my gay genes must have come from my nother's side.