Birmingham’s Sidewalk Film Festival announced the lineup for its 21st year today, and seeing that story reminded me powerfully of 14 years ago when my short film — “We’re the Government — and You’re Not” — was selected for the festival. Sidewalk was the first festival to which I submitted and it was a really big deal to me to have the film accepted here, partly because I knew it would get a big audience and partly because all the local people who worked on it could see it with an audience. The film ended up making it into 20 festivals over the following 18 months or so and it even won a few awards. But nothing was more exciting than that first acceptance and then being able to see it with a huge audience for its first screening. (Even better, they roared with laughter at the right parts.) I really need to make another film. My first film seems amateurish to me now — and I’m confident enough (or arrogant enough) to think I could do something great this time.
Briefly: The cats are slowly getting back to normal; thanks for your concern
Thank you so much to everyone who’s contacted me about the recent deaths of Anne and Dagny. I really appreciate your support, whether I know you or not. You’ve been very kind and thoughtful with your comments. In answer to the most common question, yes, the other cats are starting to get back to normal after a traumatic couple of weeks for them. That’s Molly on the right over the weekend with Merlin in the background. I want to share one email I received Monday from a stranger: “I hate cats, but you made me cry about a cat. I can’t decide whether I hate you for that or if I like it that someone made me feel something new. A friend of mine posted your blog posts about your cat named Dagny passing away. I seriously don’t like cats, so I don’t know why I even clicked. But one thing led to another and I read five posts about your cats. And I was bawling like a baby. I’m sorry you lost the two last week and the ones before that, but I had to tell you that something about your emotions and words about them got to me. Maybe I don’t hate cats after all. You might have messed me up for good, but my girlfriend was happy about it. Sorry for your loss, man.” Thanks, Josh, and thanks to everyone else.
Night of panic and little sleep shows chaos of finding my way
There were two little girls with me and we were walking on a highway with a bunch of other people. Everybody was focused on escape, so we moved as quickly as we could. It was night and the only light was from the stars.
I don’t know what we were running from or why we couldn’t travel in cars. The younger of the girls was about 3 years old. I know she was my daughter. The other was her sister, but I don’t think I was her biological father. The older girl was about 9.
The younger girl wanted me to carry her, but I finally had to put her down to walk on her own. We were exhausted.
And then something under parts of the road started getting hot and turning red, as though there was molten lava underneath. I dropped something else that I had been carrying so I could pick up both girls. People were screaming and panicking all around us.
But I had to get these girls back to their mother.

Briefly: New neighbors remind me that I live around decent folks
Briefly: Simple error and near accident remind me how fallible I am
Briefly: Need to be perfect has caused many of my other failings
Briefly: I fear shallow ideas will soon destroy Western Civilization
Briefly: Women overestimate men’s attraction to skinny bodies
Briefly: New parody film idea: ‘Ochita College: Your Future Starts Here’
Flashy ‘stimulus’ projects conceal truth that the state destroys wealth
Watching kids on a Friday night reminds me of struggle to belong