The Surgeon General of Beverly Hills!



Best wishes to the illustrious Bruce, on this, the day of his birth. If the movie gods could get you into Ghostbusters 3, I’d sacrifice some various small mammals in thanks, a cat, maybe some rabbits, couple of children, you know whatever was on hand.

In the meantime, I’ll keep rewatching Brisco County Jr. and hoping for a Sam Axe spin-off.

Catching up with myself in 2002.



Accidentally sorted my inbox backwards this morning and found this Jan. 2002 sent item RE: attending a Weezer concert:

You see this all came about because of your stupidity. And don’t play coy with me, I know you. Don’t plead ignorance; it’s not an excuse. You of all people
should know that. It’s not as if it were genetic or anything. Pathetic? Hardly, I think you kid yourself by investing in weak ideals like that. I suppose you
believe Black English should be taught in schools, so whut chu talkin bout Willis?
It’s hard to wrap your mind around it I know, but if you don’t conceed that everything’s possibly just a craps shoot you’ll get nowhere. If you don’t harbor
a concession to the fact that perhaps everything is chaotic and random then what’s your belief worth?
Believing in the only Alternative, why is just as bad as blasphemy, don’t you think? No you didn’t think, and that’s why 6 Men are dead now. You really forced my hand with this one. No alternatives, I had to shoot my way out, and as if Interpol wasn’t already on my back. I’m going to have to shave my eyebrows just to get back into the States. You know how long they
take to grow back right? So for 4 months I’ll be sporting some pencil drawn excuse for eyebrows, all because you got impatient.
I’m a professional so don’t fuck with me again? Do we have an understanding?

Now you have to ask yourself, ‘Am I talking with a crazy person?’ because if it turns out that I really am crazy what’s to stop me from putting 6 lbs of C-4
under your car seat one morning? Do you know what the expansion rate for that grade explosive is? 129 feet per second. Can you run that fast? Do you want to find out?

My brother’s getting out of the big house next Thursday, have to drive up to Joliet to collect him. Busted on a Heist he didn’t even set up and he spends
4 years in the brig. Talk about a bad break. He’s always been the muscle though, the schemes, the planning, that was up to me. It’ll be good to have him
back, even if it is for a while. After that last Trip to Switzerland, whooboy and the explosion, well, he’s been deaf in one ear, but he’s good people ya know?

We’re having a get to at Tab’s pub if you want to come. Down a few beer’s watch the Big game, socialize with unsavory types. I talked to One Eyed Willie and
even though he beat his Parole Officer to death with her own shoe he said he’d try and make it.

I’m in the middle of something fierce right now. Righteous score if I can make ends meet and not get capped in the process. A bit of a pirate operation,
but it’s shiny guns and loud bangs all the way, and I’m running the show. Still working on all the old stuff, scamming, hacking, you know the like.
Realized something though, you can bs your way through it, and
still not be a made guy. And I don’t want to piss the families off or nothing, not hitting Vegas yet, but there’s a while yet before I can be a made guy.
There’s things you got to get through, respect you gotta earn before you get the big spagetti dinner.

Heard you got yourself a new gig. Songbird and all a Nightclub/Casino joint? Nice front, I hope you serve a good single Malt Scotch. How’s that muscle of yours working out? Hard to find good help these days.

Guido’s calling for a toast here. You should come around, we have a great selection of goods you know. High Quality shit I guarentee. Shoulda gotten a hand in the deal last September, you want to talk cash, my wheels got a ticket in the Parking lot tonight, it’s that quick.

Let me know about the party, what scams you’re running in general. Mates eh? It’s hard to find people you trust.

Obviously, my eyebrows grew back.

Five-year constants becoming variables ain’t the way to keep me grounded.



LOST, I want to start by saying I do love you, but I think it’s time we step back and look at where this relationship is going. There have been a lot of ups and downs over the last few years and it’s not really that you or I have changed, it’s just that I need time…

So, I thought it would take a lot more than another ‘reset button’ episode to shake my faith in my favorite television show, but there is this unsettled feeling left in me after last’s night’s season 4 finale. And the looming reminder that there are scant few episodes left to smooth things over.

LOST has always been about the storytelling and characters for me, and even characters I dislike, specifically Jack and Kate, get some intricate facets and backstory to support and expand upon their often insane, selfish actions and I still enjoy watching even though I don’t particularly like these characters. That’s great writing. It’s also something Cuse & Lindelof took the time to emphacize last night in the recap show, that LOST was very much about the characters and their storytelling priorities were to the beloved 815 core survivors and thus have spent the series crafting a meaningful journey for these people.

But that’s just not what I saw. I saw two completely new characters sandwiched into the third act given a power struggle that has apparently dictated most of the crazy stuff we’ve seen. All this really has done is completely undermind the stories of our central characters, making them pawns in this larger conflict.

And that’s just not sitting very well with me at the moment, because it sort of suggests that our Losties could be any smucks that the gods/deities/gate-keepers/whatever Jacob-&-his-rival-are decided to play out their game of backgammon with.

If only Locke were still around, maybe I’d have some faith. Because that was my very favorite thing, that no matter how many times Locke was manipulated and used, he was a man of faith when no one else was, he’d have bad times but eventually return to center, so I always had faith in him. But apparently people who have faith get completely fucked in this show and I was a sap to think otherwise.

So my faith is shaken, I’m feeling manipulated and if I could ask just one thing it’d be to ask Jacob “Is it really going to be alright?” Because I’m lost, you bastards.

First ten verbs redux…



Brett relaunched the meme, and Pooks jumped it to Facebook, so I figured I’d bandwagon along…

mirrors
claims
heaves
curses
trades
fight
drains
crushes
tossing
flicks

Transitive verbs all up in this piece! Not a single “is” or “are” or “seems”on the first page. What do I win?

My ongoing Transliterate crisis



So. It’s been a while. I’ve been doing things. Things other than blogging, obviously, and on the whole, generally things other than writing. Maybe I’m getting less verbose, slipping into a coma of non-thinking activities, congealing my brain into mush. I mean, that’s what you do when you age, right? Lovely thought, that.

But then, I do a lot of Twitter and Facebook. Not that there’s much thought or interpretation in those bite-sized chunks of randomness that flow from some narcissistic impulse. The continuing evolution of communication conspires to rob me of all motivation. In the PRO column, they do curb my desire to blog about the various whacked television developments, and since I hardly add much that you can’t find in the 40 million other Interweb television discussions, I’m going with that as a good thing. … Though it needs to be said that LOST is still the bomb, and all you bitches better recognize that John Locke, the zen-master-ninja-pimp of all things, has returned and will be kicking so much ass. Also, I love that Ashes to Ashes is back! Okay, so not entirely curbed…

While it’s been quiet here the short film I was working on is generally done and I hope to have a cut to show off at some point. I hadn’t been planning on entering any of the writing comps this year, just because my brain-lock set in around Febuary and I’ve taken a break from the workshop scene– BUT I got a little nudge and ended up doing a quick re-draft for Nicholl and while waiting for the submission page to come up, I got impatient and entered PAGE, BlueCat and Austin as well. Need to figure out how to make my ADHD work for me more often! if only it’d do the dishes.

Speaking of the non-existing attention-span, I’m bored now and can’t be bothered to figure out how to end this post. Considered a positive outlook- need to work harder- kinda declaration, but meh. I want to write, so I’m gonna just continue trying to hold off the distractions.