He returns to the Luddites...

So, here's my thoughts on ways to finish my latest screenplay: I'm going to write it by hand. Entirely by hand in a little notebook. This will allow me to write during my lunchbreaks at work, and simultaneously prevent me from doing internet searches and other things ebay-related while trying to write at home. I've got a new book in the works as well, but I will be relying on Microsoft Word to get me through it.

In other news, my wife and I started the South Beach diet about five days ago, and it seems to be working. I've dropped about four pounds already. This is Phase 1: No carbs, no sugar, no fruits. It is a giant pain in the ass, because we have to prepare every meal... just like in the olden days. Only now, we also have to be careful about what ingredients we're using. I guess it's nice not to be eating so much processed food, but also scary when you realize how much nasty stuff is in processed food. And as a bonus, lots of egg and chicken dishes! (Not eggs AND chicken, you know, but...)

Digging out...

So close to finishing the spec scripts for the show... so damn close... why must day job get in the way? WHY?

Also, completely new book idea is rolling along now... so that's good.

...and so it goes...

I should have known it would come to this. Last time I watched the Bengals in an important playoff game, the only memory I was left with was Tim Krumrie's leg snapping like a dried twig in gruesome slo-mo instant replay.
So it came as little surprise to me to have this be the lasting image of Sunday's game.

We should have planned for this, knowing Kitna was a liability to the team. Any number of trades could have been made (and hopefully will in the off-season). Carson Palmer will lead us further next year. I just know it. And when we get the the Big Game, it will be someone else's turn to suffer a horrendous fluke injury.

Story of my life, I tells ya...

For now, go Bears!

Happy New Year everybody!

Except for you, juicy fruiter. Yes, I have had several comments posted to my various blogs by the mysterious Juicyfruiter, an idiotic viral marketing scheme from the folks at Wrigleys. They tell me they like my blog, then they tell me to see theirs, where they talk about their job as a park ranger.

SCREW YOU JUICY FRUIT! I DON'T EVEN CHEW GUM!

Look at the rage you've brought me in this new year!

On a side note, here are the movies I've seen lately without reviewing (something I need to catch up on):
King Kong
The Corpse Bride
Scarface
Harvey Krumpet
Star Wars Episode III
Comic Book: The Movie
Batman Begins
Napoleon Dynamite

the list goes on...

I also need to post reviews for the following on my music blog:
eastmountainsouth
Over the Rhine
Johnny Cash
Aimee Mann
Erin McKeown
The Blind Boys of Alabama (GET THEIR STUFF NOW!)
Solomon Burke
Rasputina
U2
Mazzy Star
Rancid
Willie Nelson

They all keep me writing... I tell you there are not enough hours in the day. We got the pictures back from my Saturn in the junkyard, so there will be a new Lost Angeles story soon about the theft and death of my car.

You know, I was going to end with a joke here by posting a photo of some horrific event + one evil political pundit (Ann Coulter), then balance it with a heroic soldier and a puppy, then, for fun, add a pic of Mr. T. But it's late and I'm tired, and I discovered that there is a disturbing cottage industry online of people who like to photoshop Ms. Coulter into sexy Nazi photos.
I mean, I hate her and everything she stands for, but methinks some libs out there have some repressed lust/Eva Braun fantasies.
I'm not crazy... look, a two second google search can give you things like these:




There are nude-ier versions, and less nude. And some with green skin. I think people really like to photoshop her. I mean, they manipulate her image like Ann Coulter manipulates facts to... ahh, screw it. Happy New Year!