hate the world even more



If at all possible, I hate everything right now.

It might be wise to start wagering on the day I go postal and kill everyone in my path.

gas prices



Gas prices are kicking my ass. It’d be great if I wasn’t clocking 60+ miles a day back and forth, but come the fuck on. Annoying. More and more getting sense of impending doom. Apocalypse, civil war, economic breakdown, whatever. 5 years ago during the debates I couldn’t see how having GWB in the White House could ever end well. The fact that my paranoia may not have actually been paranoia is starting to chafe. Practice your survival skills kids. I couldn’t be more happy to be completely wrong, and neurotic and whatever fringe psychosis I may be suffering from; but I just don’t see it. Although I guess most schizos don’t really have a good bead on reality. That’s why I stick to my element.
Script pages coming along nicely. Work is starting to pick up more, so I wouldn’t turn down a few more good daylight hours in isolation, but what can you do? Still in training, until I manage to get a regular consistant amount of work done.
Dead Like Me continues to rock out. Still enamored with the character of Rube. It’s that archatype- I sense he’s tortured in some way. Plus the mentor thing, like I mentioned to Meg and Jeremy; I’m a sucker for the mentors- it’s a whole Obi Wan Kenobi/Chuck Norris thing. Except without the Chuck Norris; I hate Walker Texas Ranger in the same way I despise Walmart- it steals my soul. Anyway, if there’s something I’m even MORE a sucker for, it’s the tortured, suffering penatent guy. You know…
Only the Penatent man will pass, the Penatent man is humble before God, etc, etc…
And I totally get the sense that Rube’s got that whole thing going for him. Patankin is really starting to freak me out in those cholesteral commercials. I keep thinking- WTF? This guy, who played DEATH, is pitching cholesteral meds? What kind of ringing endorsment is that? Death knell, that’s what… The madness. Will probably be tuning into Criminal Minds on CBS this fall to check it out. Not Like my regular season tv viewing sched is empty or anything, but I don’t know what the slot is yet, so we shall see. I’m also still very mad about NCIS. Crazy network bastiches. But yep, Rube is great, George is great, Mason’s great, Daisy is a bitch, and Roxy is great. I loves me some DLM.
Also can you people look for my watch? I cannot find it- I haven’t seen it since mid-July and I’m angry now. I’ve had that Daffy Duck watch since I was 16 years old, the first major purchase from my first real job. It cost 90 bucks and it’s one of a kind as far as I can tell cause I can’t find another one anywhere on tha internets. If one of you bastards in Greenville has it you had better cough it up now. I’m not going to threaten your life or anything, like I’d normally do, but rest assured…. thin ice. (This is me, being serious.)Searching for a new watch is a pain in the ass. The only one I’ve found that I like is like a 400$ astronaut watch that has a tachyometer and a slide rule. Yes! A slide rule! That’s the definition of cool, a freaking slide ruler. I don’t even know how to use one of those bitches! But if the oxygen exchangers fail in the forthcoming apocalypse, hell I’m gonna be prepared.
So that’s about it. I hate you all. (With one or two exceptions that have been notified before hand, or that have provided me with 27″ bribes, for which I am very thankful. Next time I buy the pizza.) Enjoy the apocalypse, I’m out.

space madness



Brain-melt Marathon weekend. Dead Like Me and the 2005 run of Doctor Who. For Friday night we did Sushi- and my first actual attempt at Sashimi (which didn’t go over well; I have a total consistancy problem going on), and then did BSG and Stargate SG1 which are Friday night routine. Last weekend Xiaoxin hit me up on the Dead Like Me pilot, which I loved and so I queued the Season 1 disc and after the normal Friday tv we did 5 episodes of Dead Like Me. Immediately after which, at 3AM, I insisted we go to the Waffle House, which we did, and it was very surreal (Since Dead Like has this reoocuring Waffle House location). Now I love Dead Like Me and it’s not even on tv anymore… *sigh*

Saturday got some work done in the morning, went back over to Xiao and Heather’s, watched Kinsey, and then 10 episodes of the new Doctor Who with Christopher Eccleston. By then it’s late so forgo the last three of that, and crash there, watch those in the morning. Another great show I now love, and Eccleston is already done with it. Always late to the party. This annoys me because I LOVE Eccleston now. Insane, quirky, happy-go-lucky and then ANGRY!!@#! Great disarming combination. I have a weird relationship with Doctor Who- My mom, she is like displaced British I think. She watches more BBC America than anyone I know, the PBS shows, loves Mystery! All that stuff. She has always loved Doctor Who, and that she loves it is one of my earliest memories. So I tell her about this new found Doctor love on Sunday, and apparently it was something I recognized when I was like 2 or 3. When the music would start I would get all hyper. This is strange because I rememeber stuff from Doctor Who. Vague images of the Phone Box, the Daleks, the TARDIS and stuff, but that these are images from that far back, that’s weird. Also told me that and the Muppet Show, when I heard the music, I would go nuts. Which I don’t doubt. Always felt some inner resonance with the Muppet Show, moreso than I figured anyone else ever did…

Anyway, Sunday after the last three Doctor Who eppies, I run some household stuff, jet back to my apartment when Megan and Jeremy are coming by at 2 and we do the WHOLE Dead Like Me thing over again from Pilot to Episode 6. This is SOP for me: find something, saturate my brain with it, latch on to one specific aspect and then stew while I wait to see my pet aspect addressed. And can I just say Mandy Patinkin, gah! So. good. What’s the deal with Rube? What’s with his shoes? His apartment? Cooking pasta? Rube! Why do I keep calling him Abe? But seriously, I love Rube. I need more episodes. I also need to stop reading the Wiki entries, but still, great stuff.
So two new, brain-melting obsessions to distract me, and top recommendations to all concerned parties. No movie recs as I’m TV’d upside the head right now, but Wedding Crashers has a lot of buzz being bandied about. Heh.

cause real is boring?



Slashdot reported this NY Times article about a Government program to turn Scientists into Screenwriters (http://www.nytimes.com/2005/08/04/movies/04flyb.html?pagewanted=1&ei=5088&en=b35c2085878bcf51&ex=1280808000&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss) in a strange effort to brainwash american children into science careers. Amazed. Think the idea of scientists becoming effectual and successful screenwriters from scratch is perhaps less realistic than effort to convince existing, successful screenwriters to use realistic science. Also debatable is any effect on children ‘hard’ science in entertainment may actually have. But consider that may be where my own interest in science and math stems from. If there is anything that has shaped me it’s the warm glow of the radiation box, constant companion in most fond childhood memories.
Still sick, annoyingly so. Don’t feel BAD persay, just snifflies and sneezes and fluids of some sort. Fluids are never good. Well… I take that back. SOME fluids are never good. You can draw your own conclusion as to which fluids are in fact benificial on occasion. Most of you are adults anyway.
Still no wedding pictures. I am in teh exile apparently. Oh well, my heart breaks. Meanwhile I’ll go back to reading back issues of Denny O’Neill’s run on The Question. Man, 80’s dialogue is just never good. Comics, most movies, television, whatever. It makes my brain bleed.
Nickel and Dime will start moving again soon, I swear to god it will. Donnie Baker save us all. It will. Just finishing up my super insane outline, probably will forgo the notecards this round. I’m really jonesing to get through the draft. It’ll be weird, these new, underdeveloped structure muscles. I was telling Mr. Cyrus last night that coming from my background, which is character heavy, dialogue strong, story kinda incidential, that now it’s like writing with my non-dominent hand. Awkward and unsure. But I’m set on plowing through like this so I can make it second nature. Definitely see that’s neccessary, which I’m certain a few people told me years back and just went in one ear and out the other. I still feel horribly guilty for forcing my first script on anyone, much less one of my favorite film Profs. Sorry Dale.
Anyway, onward to learning, I’m obsessed with making this involuntary; I think that’s my key strategy at this point. Thoughts welcome.

continued unwellness



Sneezes. Ears. Sinus = Satan. Anyway… Did Charles Meeker’s birthday party this weekend, which was really fun for being folks I haven’t seen since high school, various politicos, and otherness. Open bar = extra fun. If only I could have had true Foos challenegers instead of the random children that came to the bar for the shindig. As if anyone can challenge my Foos skillery.
Also buying tires is evil. Very much so. I challenge the reliance on the evil Tire industry. Flying cars?! Come on already.
Lent Megan and Jeremy a hand in moving also, and had fun hanging out with the Waugh/Shaner crew all together. Finally some people who finished HBP that I can rant too. Probably scared them with my cross reference-no breathing-theory argue technique. But that scares most of the sane types. Lightweights.
Lots of fun reaction on the Nicholl letter, including fun paranoid ramblings from shadowy types, which are always welcome, rest assured. Ms. Burroughs (http://www.patriciaburroughs.com/) suggested I send a note to Mr. Beal, but all is well. I shall brooze and THEN frame this, the first of many.
Existance continues. Over and out.