I’ve tried multiple times to put myself (and this site) into a box. All the experts say a blog should be focused and updated regularly. Pick a topic, and stick to it.
That’s not who I am, and that’s not what this blog is. My brain is in a constant state of flux, and I think it’s time to embrace that chaos and see where it leads.
This blog is me–every disjointed piece.
Being Catholic is a huge part of who I am. I’m not here to get preachy (usually), but it would be a disservice to myself to ignore this part of me.
I’ve had numerous experiences in my life which have all proven to me that there is some higher power at work in the world, and as far as I’ve been able to tell the Catholic church has the best and most complete explanation of who that power is.
My faith gives me hope. When the shit piles up, believing that there is something better–something pure and eternal to look forward to–that gives me strength to take the shit and keep moving forward.
It’s not always easy, but it’s a whole lot easier than believing we’re in this alone.
I have two boys who (for better or worse) don’t fall far from the tree, and a wonderful wife who puts up with all of our (my) shenanigans.
But my family is bigger than our 4 person household. Most of my extended family lives in Chicagoland, and the same is true for a large chunk of my wife’s horde of relatives.
We both value family and the time we get to spend together, and I’m so thankful to have found a mass of in-laws that I enjoy as much as my own family.
On Sundays, we go to Mass and have breakfast with my parents, and then dinner with my wife’s parents (and all her siblings). Sundays are always busy, and the holidays are worse, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ve been playing video games for most of my life. I cut my teeth on Sonic the Hedgehog and the Sega Genesis. I remember a time before Pokémon, and I powered through blistered palms in the original Mario Party.
I have some pretty strong (and sometimes unpopular) opinions about the direction the industry is headed, and I’m not afraid to defend them.
I’m an Xbox guy at heart–mostly because I bought into the platform when the two guys I played with both had a 360. Though I’d be lying if I said I don’t drool over some of the PlayStation exclusives (looking at you, Spider-Man).
I suppose this was inevitable. I’ve always liked programming in some capacity. It seems to come naturally to me. In middle school I wrote mods for Command & Conquer to give myself infinite money and make my units invulnerable.
In high school, I wrote tools on my calculator to automate formulas for geometry and algebra. That same program also taught me about debugging. The hard way. It would have been awesome. But I put the formulas in wrong, so I didn’t do so hot on the tests.
In college, I went to film school. Weird.
After college, my career options were limited. At best. I spent a few years at a UPS Store, and eventually (thanks to my dad’s persistence) I picked up a programming book and taught myself Java.
It’s not the job I wanted, but it pays the bills. More importantly, though, I actually enjoy what I do. It was supposed to be temporary, but I’m starting to think it was the right call.
This one might be a stretch. On paper, I have a film degree from DePaul. This is the dream job–a dream that dates back to my childhood when I saw Toy Story for the first time and proudly declared that I wanted to make movies when I grew up.
That didn’t pan out. Yet. I hope.
I’ve pivoted more than a few times from animator to editor to screenwriter, but in the process, I zeroed in on the thing I love most about movies: storytelling.
Software engineering pays the bills, but telling stories is where my true passion lies, and I don’t think that’s ever going to change.
This is the last piece of the puzzle. I was 9 when Pixar released Toy Story, and for years I told everyone that I was going to work for Pixar–that I was going to be an animator.
During my first year at about, I took a screenwriting class, and that changed everything. I realized that I loved writing–specifically that I loved telling stories.
It’s a passion that fits in really nicely with an overactive imagination. Provided, of course, that my imagination chooses to cooperate and focus long enough to actually tell those stories.
I’m a multi-part disaster fueled by Diet Coke, Skittles and (probably) ADHD. Every time I try to narrow myself down to a single topic I lose interest–or at least focus.
I’ve come to the realization that I can’t just write one thing. I need to write all the things. I need to ride this wave of chaos and follow my imagination instead of trying to steer it.
I’m unfocused and inconsistent, but if I try to be anything else, then I’m not being myself.