January 19

It's an annual thing. I cannot miss the short film programs, or I am impossible to live with. I have to go, I have to vote, no matter how inevitably painful a few of the entries will be, no matter how much perfume the woman sitting in front of me is wearing, and no matter how much juicy snot-sniffling the old guy in the row behind me enjoys. I love film. I love that there are more talented LDS filmmakers doing their thing. I annually wish I was one of them. Rob and I always start making plans right after the festival to buy a movie camera. That purchase hasn't happened yet, but it will, one of these years.

P.S. If I'd finished my degree, it would have been in film.