March 29th, a Wednesday, idol march, marching tides of woe spread across the land and so.. With all that I have been through lately, not more than some, less than others, on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst pain you have experienced, I guess being unconscious technically gives you... Continue Reading →
This week is a busy week for people whose birthday is or was February 22, starting with Zookie, who has known me since I was born or before I was born if it is possible to know collective consciousness then well yes, Zookie would be on that list. I never called her because I couldn't... Continue Reading →
I am a writer, filmmaker, producer. I tell real people's stories, and am a master of verite-style, unscripted television. I manage big crews and work with exceptionally talented people. I deliver the best possible product, on time and on budget. My organizational & communication skills as a Show Runner and Director combined with my creative on-my-feet... Continue Reading →
I cannot explain why this song makes me want to cry (or has in the past, now I slightly choke up before the next item on my to do list, storage full warning, why is there popcorn stuck to my bread, and why did I just call it my bread?) I have to check the... Continue Reading →
Safe. And it's creepy, what can be done. Muse-bunker.com 10 made of clay 51 Time Suck (in my opinion, largely for the words TIME and SUCK as the lead words be cause most people respond to those in some visceral way) 74 Polaroid Concepts: the Board 40 semi-top secret so that's okay a.m.... Continue Reading →
like a patient etherized upon the table -- is a phrase I never forget.
And how are you supposed to do that? I wonder. "pay attention to your emotional reactions without necessarily acting on your feeling" Went to bed depressed, woke up lost in sea of anger, resentment and complete existential angst. And one of us will die first. These confessionals yield nothing substantial, and yet, sometimes, just... Continue Reading →
The bottom line, however, is that I need work and everything has either evaporated or been the usual, typical, so over-it-bullshit and what do you do in this case when you're not insane enough to be Van Gogh but you are as talented a dish washer, if that makes any allegorical sense to the four of you who blessedly pretend to understand me.