When I was in my early teens I spent a lot of time with my Ma’s best friend’s daughter who was a few years older than I. She in turn hung out with folks a few years older than her, early twenties-ish. Many in college. I was a tall, precocious kid so I didn’t have [...]
Entries from July 2008
July 27, 2008
If’n You Don’t Know By Now…
“Mad Men” season 2 premieres tonight. While I’ve at times had my issues with the moment to moment writing of the thing, there’s no denying that the world the cast and crew created is as deep as it is wide. It’s a seriously impressive endeavor and by far the best looking show on TV. I [...]
July 27, 2008
The Revolution: Days Late and Dollars Short Edition
First, some housekeeping: Welcome to the new pad. Feel free to put your feet up but use a coaster, wouldya? I’ve heard rumor that the font’s too small. Let me know if you agree or have problems of your own. Solving them means my figuring out CSS which wouldn’t be too hard if I weren’t [...]
July 22, 2008
Really?
After the dust up at Pajiba I figured it was time I got around to watching Veronica Mars. Over the last two weekends I binged watched Season One and the beginning of Two and all I can say is… Really?
If it weren’t for Kristen Bell it would barely be worthwhile. She’s fantastic. Deep, dark and [...]
July 19, 2008
I Just Said That. Did You Guys Hear That? I Totally Said That.
Finally got around to last week’s “Weeds” and I’d just like to say, “Bravo.” Way to dig yourself out of a hole by, ya know, digging a hole. Literally but possibly figuratively (we’ll see what next week brings). Best episode in a long while and I hope it’s a harbinger of goodness to come. [...]
July 19, 2008
Day Two
My boy Nick (for whom I wrote a part) talking with the director. He fuckin’ killed it. Ad libbed a great line that sent the crew into a fit of laughter and applause once we called cut. That’s my boy, makin’ me look good.
July 17, 2008
The Revolution: Truncated Edition
Lil C, now and forever.
I don’t want ANYONE to go home.
July 16, 2008
The Beginning of the Next…
I am proof that the Secret doesn’t work. Or that it only works when it’s supposed to. Chew on that.
I have always had an Olympic-level imagination. Most folks do as kids, then over the years, brain power gets dedicated to other shit. But mine, like any artist’s worth her salt, just kept bench pressing. [...]
