happy non souce origin holiday of your faith!

im at a new job that I like for once but it is not a career (what ever the hell a career is anyway). The guy in charge run his biz like a famliy, mainly cuz most of his fam is in the biz. Its kind of like the mob: it has it hazards, like irrational management and supplanted incompetence, but hey NO broken knee caps which I dont care who you are is a-ok with me.



heres something for the masses:

Like it? eyah, im kind of a dick for only using it to score with the chicks, but i need somewhere secluded if you know what I mean (READ: to bury the bodies)

Back with sack.

ok ok
its been a few moons since the latest word but i will included (now that I feel I have something to talk about) my progression on my film-making; which is at a moment of pause. The reason: I got a job and in having a job, i have to go to it or they fire me. Also, I go presumably to make money in exchange for services rendered, but I tell myself that I let them pay me as compensation as to not burn the place down. This jaunty lie keeps the creative juices flowing, the same one needs to write my way out of this economic cluster($%&!). Back to the film-making, I am currently casting for "Six Feet": a pic about the afterlife and its unforeseeable rules and loopholes. You'll laugh, maybe cry, but you'll wonder how I got permission to film in a cemetery. I guess you'll have to wait for the audio commentary...or the next post. I'm pretty jaunty with my secrets, sometimes.


(picks up paper, marks off list entry: "Use 'jaunty' more than twice in a blog post."


here is something for the masses:

Blog Day 2: One small step for Catharsis, one giant leap for Misanthropic kind.

So, I got a pink slip on April 28, then on May 4th I got a replacement job that is $2 less an hour. That's $80 a week difference. All for the same company: Qwest. ( Yes, I name names) That coupled with a new baby fresh out of the oven makes for a well endowed "sucks to be you" story. One of many in this economy. Strike one up for allowing myself to become a statistic.

WELL, enough about me.

It was nay 7 years ago when I met my wife. I was well on my way (half way) to becoming a 40 year old virgin, except with out all that cool stuff the dude had in the movie. Gawking at her because to me suave was a type of shampoo ( it is BTW), I eventually asked her out in a ninja flurry of awkward pauses and ridiculous inquiries as to what she was doing later this evening. IN a stroke of fate, or fate having a stroke, she accepted my invitation for a evening to court, when she jumped me later that night at her house. After some adult situations and a summer month or two, she de-flowered me and

voil!a we made a baby then I went to back to college, then we made another baby, then I finished college, then I got a job, then I made another baby and now your caught up.

What? what about college? thats next time.

I had a point to this....annnnd yup no I forgot what it was, but hey Ill post soon enough.

Tomorrow, likely.

Day One...I make fiction with my mouth.

And on the 9th day, at about, oh, 6-ish, God created Ebel, and said, ...

"I don't remember making that.

Seriously, where'd that come from?

Listen, I know I was a little hammered after the 7th day Wrap-party, but seriously folks you gotta not let me do that.

What! I gave it a name!?

Shit, now I got to keep it. Ok, (scratches beard) ok, I-I know what we can do. (sets it on Earth)

ok, ok, everybody, gameplan: I'm just gonna leave it there for awhile

NO, Mary I am not Abandoning it, im just,...letting it be.

OK, yes thank you, thank you jesus, thanks for reminding me about Lucifer, yeah I totally forgot. Right, thanks.

Hey HEY DON'T JUDGE ME; alright, that guy was a freak show ok? I cut my losses on that guy.

This will be totally different. I'll watch him. Oh, look , you see, he's already eating some grass. He'll be fine. You'll see."

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