The late of night....

I sit in the garage. 1:21 am. My portable heater rides my right side as I continually look up to make sure spiders do not fall on my head... as they ever so like to do.

Why do those spiders persist on distracting me from giving my composer notes? Ok, here I am... freezing in my garage... Rob is in Burbank putting together changes from notes I delivered to him via messenger about his recent score for episode 2... and a big black spider drops down two inches in front of my face!

Who in the hell does that spider think it is?

Yes, I find much humor in that question... for that spider is operating off of centuries of embedded code wound deep in its DNA. Is it natural for it to fall upon the heads of humans? Does it merely do it because I am the highest point of reference off the ground and it wants to conserve its webbing? Does it think me a tasty morsel... wanting a bite to sustain itself for it's next, much smaller prey?

Does that spider give a shit about thinking what it is? I like to think so... I'm not arrogant enough to believe it cannot ponder its actions. Who am I to deny it the ability of thought?

Anyway... rendering out Episode 3 now, need to get it to Rob.

I should stop typing. I need to eventually get to sleep somehow.

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