Just My Luck

A while back I posted about my cameo in a friend's videoblog. I puppeteered a couple of the scenes they shot for a music video about george washington being stalked by a murderous hippo. All in all, good time.

The BONUS part of that puppeteering gig was the mancandy that was filming the whole thing. Granted, I didn't know him at all. But I did that know that he wore flannel and had a beard that made him look like Sam Beam. That's really all I need to hear.
I'm sold.

Of course, being the wild beast that I am, I came on too strong and scared the kid off. What are you gonna do, right?

WRONG!

Guess who I just got off the phone with? Lumberjack Mancandy himself. We had a very nice conversation that ended with "welp...you still live in Sacramento...and I just moved to Provo...see you on facebook?"

I think this might be one of those things that I have to STOP BEING SURPRISED ABOUT. Guess what, Brooke? One of your sisters is dealing with being recently divorced. Another one is trying to make a relationship with a guy who lives in England work. THINGS NEVER EVER WILL WORK OUT LIKE YOU WANT THEM TO. I'm not saying they won't work out, since I really do believe in happy endings, but fate is going to make -not it's own sweet time, but- it's own sweet path getting you to wherever you're going.

The sooner I realize that nothing falls into your lap around here, the better. If I was a dancer, I'm sure I'd get hit by a bus and be paralyzed from the waist down. Since I love blogging, maybe my hands will get chopped off? Or something equally depressingly poetic? I wouldn't put it past you, you wily fates! You demon witches playing with the string of my mortal life! Those giant aliens playing marbles with my universe! WITNESS MY SHAME, OMNISCIENT BEINGS! AND PLEASE, SEND MORE MEN.