Targets of opportunity

So, breakfast. Using tv as a babysitter almost always bites us in the ass. It's all so peaceful, until its not - until the crank over flows, or people get too hungry, or we tell them to turn it off and it's like we took away their meth...you know how it goes.

We’re getting ready to get ready to go to cabane a sucre, I know, because sugar is just always such a calming influence, we’re getting ready to get ready - which means we'd love to sit around and drink a coffee, but the “situation is evolving” bla bla, and eating a grapefruit becomes a target of opportunity.

The film business, taking itself so seriously, loves the military terminology “target of opportunity”
TOC on the call sheet - scenes or shots you hope to pick up if there's “extra” time somewhere.

And so I've internalized a bunch of them into the domestic round. Grapefruit and a banana are TOCs, I want to be able to walkie to the kids “what's your 20” (oh, that's from the cops...) meaning where are you?”

Anyhow - lots of things are targets of opportunity right now. The chance to post some videos, tweets, blogs, whatever - while there “is” time - (most evenings after 9 and before 12 if I know what's good for me) you take what you can get. And as I've experienced in the past, when you keep busy, you start to want to keep busy. It's a virtuous circle. Fake it til you make it, fail forward, whatever you want to call it - momentum is precious. And the more dabbling you do, the more serious you want to become.

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