What's been going on?

Hey all...

So, I've not written everyday. I have slacked. I do apologize. I felt like I didn't have anything to say a lot of days and I was either bitching about my pain issues, or I was just rambling and boring the world with nonesense.

I've been working for the past week on something new. I'm not going to share it with the world yet, but I'm researching for a book that I'm really excited about writing. For some reason I got this idea in my head earlier this week. The people I've actually talked to about it seem to think it was a great idea. I'm pretty sure it's never been written before, which is what I've been looking to do. I have been trying to write the same romantic comedy that has been written a thousand times before. I need to move on...and I think this is the chance. So, I'll keep you in the loop, don't worry! But, for now, I'll keep trying to keep you entertained...we'll see how that works.

Tomorrow is Sunday, my favorite day of the week. I plan on researching laptops. I'm trying to find a good buy, and a laptop that won't die after the first year I get it. I've had 2 laptops, and they've both kinda sucked. So...I guess it's time to spend more than $400 on a Wal-mart special. Hopefully, I can coax my wife into giving me some money!!!!!! Damn damn damn being poor. If you have any extra money...I'd love to take it off your hands!

I'm going to continue watching "Spin City". Did you know the guy who created this show also created "Scrubs"? It's a good show! Anyhoo...I'm gone.

Getting LOST is Awesome!

It's back...oh, thank the good Lord, it's back! Lost is back. I have no idea what's going on. I have no idea where or when the Island is. I have no idea who's alive and who's not. I have no idea what's going to happen. I do know that I love this show more than most things in this crazy, mixed up world. I think back to the ideas I've had for books and movies, and nothing is anything remotely as F'ed up as Lost. Best Show Ever! I live for the new season of Lost like I still live for for every Reds spring training, and every Bengals taining camp. I have new hopes and dreams for the upcoming seasons.

Lost give me the hope of a new season. It makes my life better. It makes me happy. It makes me wake up on Wednesdays for a delightful new day. Thanks Lost!

What the hell!?!?!?!

Alright, so you all know about my stupid broken back. Well, I got my MRI today. It was the smallest MRI machine on the face of the earth. But, thats over with. Since Friday, I've been teething like a small baby. I've got a wisdom tooth coming in, and it's ripping through my gums like a small tooth shaped knife!!!! I went out and bought Ambisole or whatever it's called...and it does work, and numb my painful teething area, but it only works for like 8 minutes before I have to re-apply. How is that a useful product??? So, I'm enfebeled again. it just seems like nothing is going right with my poor pathetic body. I'm half tempted to go to a dentist and have this bitch-tooth ripped out, but I doubt they would do it...I apparently have enough space in my mouth for it...stupid jerk mouth! I'll never complain about my future child whining about teething when I finally have one...I want one of those frozen pretzel teething rings! Ugh...

When I grow up...

There's a chance that I will never grow up. I've attempted to several times in my life, and I just love cartoons and video games too damn much! I've tried several different jobs. I honestly don't care much for my current one. I haven't really liked many of the ones I've had. I worked at Blockbuster...that was fun. Free movies and such. But, I hated all the people there. Not so much all the ones I worked with, but everyone I had to deal with. I've honestly hated most of the people that I've had to deal with while I was working. My current job fits the idea's of what I want. I don't work very hard, I listen to thousands of books on cd while doing my thinkless job. I just can't stand the "upper management" and some of the people I work with.

All in all, I need to find a job where I don't do a lot, and I don't have to work with a lot of people, and I don't have to talk to people, or deal with assholes at doctors offices...yeah..that's about it.

On the 14th

So, I had my back doctor's appointment today...the very talented doctor told me he didn't know exactly what was wrong with my back. I need an MRI. Damn, damn, Damn. I am not clostrophobic, but, I really don't enjoy spending upwards of an hour in a small plastic tube while a gigantic magnet sucks whatever small pieces of metal out of my body! At my doctor's appointment today, the doctor came in pushed me around, then told me to take off my clothes and put on the far too small for me paper gown. I wasn't sure why I was getting naked for this man to check out my back. But, hey, he's a doctor, right? So, I stip, my ass is hanging out the back-side of this paper gown (that I may have accidently poked holes in..just to see if I could). A nurse come in and tells me to follow her...Say what now? So, I follow the woman through the halls of open doors and other patients, nurses, and apparently random people...to the x-ray room. I even walked past a nurse who made a "Now that's fashion" comment...damn her! After all the random nudity is complete, the doctor comes in and tells me my x-rays look good, my spine looks a bit crooked, but, he's not sure what's wrong with me! Damn Damn damn. So, I have to spend Monday getting an MRI (The day I should be observing the greatness of Martin Luther King Jr.) and Then I have to go back to the damn doctor next Wednesday before he gives me any damn pain medicine! I mean, Seriously, What an ass!

So, I'm still in pain, the doctor was somewhat useless, and nothing has been fixed. So, I'm still stuck here bitching about my health issues. But, I just wanted to let you all know what happened at my appointment. One of these days I'll be healthy or dead...we'll see which one comes up first.

Bam!

I watch way too much tv.

A list:
Big Bang Theory
How I met Your Mother
Lost
The Office
30 Rock
Freaks and Geeks
Undeclared
Studio 60
The Simpson
Family Guy
Futurama
Friends
Alf
Duckman
Mission Hill
Scrubs
King of Queens
Seinfield
Everybody Loves Raymond
Reaper
The Critic
Arrested Development
That 70's Show
Firefly
Sportsnight
American Idol
Pefect Strangers
Growing Pains
House
Family Ties
Silver Spoons
In Living Color
SNL (70's, 80's, 90's)
Looney Tunes
Tiny Toons
Are you Being Served
Who Wants to be a Millionaire
Through the wall (That show where people have to fit through a cut out in a moving wall)
American Gladiators
Old School Wrestling
I Love Lucy
All in The Family
MST3000
It's always Sunny in Philidelphia
Muppet Babies
The Muppet Show
Entourage
My Name is Earl
Dinosaurs
The Golden Girls
Conan O'Brien
Letterman
Married With Children
Newsradio
Night Court
Everybody Hates Chris
Full House
Cheers
Happy Day
Cosby Show
Spin City
Taxi
Saved By the Bell
Fresh Prince of BelAir
My So-called Life
Sanford and Son
Differn't Strokes
Three's Company
Greg The Bunny



I'm sure there are many more that I can't think of right now...but, I need to get out of the house more often. I watch too much tv..and don't let me get started on watching movies...cause it puts the tv shows to shame! Help me! I need a real life! I sit waaaaay too much! Also, if you know of any other tv shows that I should watch...let me know. A lot of the shows I love to watch are already off the air....I need replacements!!!

A realization...

So, I've realized that a lot of my blogs consist of me bitching about my health. I apologize for this, but I figure that if you all wanna know about my life, besides my wife, I feel the physical pain I exerience is the second biggest part of my life! Ridiclous, no!? One of these days, I'll either get better, or, ya know, die. So, let's hope for the first one. But, I'll attempt to keep my poor poor health out of my blog. But, who am I kidding...I bitch because, it's really what I do best. So, tell your friends, "hey, there's a guy whos' hurt all the time! Listen to him bitch!!!" At least it's not you!

Ow! My back!

So, I've been in pain for over a month now. It pretty much rules my world. My lower back hurts, shoots pains down my legs. I feel like my back is crooked, and compressed at the same time. When I head to work in the morning I can barely get out of my car, and when I do, I walk half-bent over to the building. Not a moment goes by when I don't have pains shooting up and down my legs. What the hell! Go AWAY BACK PAIN! I've got the doctors appointment Wednesday, I'm praying they can at least tell me why I've been in pain for over a month! I just want to be able to stand up and not nearly cry! And, I swear, I'm not a baby! Pain Pain Go AWAY, Don't come back another day!

OY!!!!!!

Studo 60

Okay...seriously. What happened to this show. I know it came out the same time as 30Rock. I know people didn't get it. I know people thought it was supposed to be just like 30Rock. But, seriously. What happened. It's a great show. It's Aaron Sorkin...it's Matthew Perry (in very funny, smartass form). I just don't understand how it didn't last more than 1 year. I started re-watching it today. I've gotten through 4 episodes, and I like it. If people could get past the fact that it's not a 30 minute non-stop laugh show (like 30Rock), I think it could have lasted for more than 9 months! I am at a lack of words tonight...I just wanted to talk about this...I know it'll do ntohing...but, at least I wrote a blog today!

I'm Awesome!

What I did at work...

I didn't feel like working at work, so I wrote something...this is what came out...tell me what you think...

What's wrong with me? I am proportionate to the height and weight of what a man is supposed to be. I do the same daily rituials as a normal man...i.e...shower, shave, deoderize, cologne(although not too much...I've seen the commericals, and I know you dont' want to smell me from too far way). I drive a suitably priced, somewhat flashy, foreign car. I dress in all the latest fashions...I'm a fan of the "look sexy to others by dressing like you don't care" look. But, I also own three very nice suits. My hair is styled by a delightul gay man named Shawn who works at a reasonably expensive "barber shop". And, by barber shop, I do mean large breasted women and gay men using way too much mouse and hair dye in a place with plasma tv's that play every sports network known to man, and serve cappachino and sparkling water while you wait. I have a job that most people find interesting that pays me moderately, but the hours are great, and I don't have to do a lot. I am funny, engaging, smart, I can speak on current events or about the time I dropped acid at a Stones concert. And lastly, I am endowed in the male reigon at a size concurrent to, if not over-reaching the normal male average. So, I ask you, what is wrong with me? My name is Jim, and this is my story.

It has become abundantly clear to me that life/relationships don't happen like all the movies and tv I watch. And, while cheesy, why can't I fall in love with someone and meet them on top the Empire State Building on Valentines Day? Why can't I sit across from a girl and enjoy her company while she fakes an orgasm in a resturaunt? There are times I wanna be the Chachi to someones Joni, or the Bert so someone's Ernie...you get the picture. But, it is apparent to me that girls, as a whole, are completely insane. You walk around in tight pants and low cut shirts, and then you get pissed when I accidently glance at your chest. This just doesn't seem fair to me. Yes, you have the right to not feel like an object. I'm all for womens-lib and equal rights and all that jazz...but for God sakes...if you don't want your goods stared at, don't put them on display!

I review movies for a living, and in New York, I am a dime a dozen. I've been lucky to catch on with a pretty big magazine...you might have read our article about what was really going through Brittney's head right before she shaved it. The benifit to my job is I see all the free movies I can handle, and I don't have to go to an office. The downfall is....I have to see all of these movies, and I get paid a slave wage. Mind you, a slave wage in New York is a healthy salary in damn near any town in America, but that's me...I live way above my means. I figure if I look important, and have a "somewhat" important job, people will look my way...nay...girls will look at me. Although, the only ones that have been looking my way lately are the ones glaring at me because I've taken a peek below their neckline.

When I started this job I lived in a small town in Ohio, and everyone thoughtI was the most interesting around. I got free movie tickets, every now and then I'd get to interview a mediocre celebrity. At the start, I just did this for money, this was not the path I wanted for my life. I was the writer in high school, everyone loved to read my stories. So, I got my college degree in English, and I thought because of that I'd have the best literary life anyone could ask for. Well, after 5 years and several failed attempts, my credit cards were maxed out, and the rent was long overdue. I had to find something that kept me from working very hard and would at least help pay the bills. It seemed like a perfect fit. I loved movies, I watched a lot of movies even when I wasn't getting paid for it. So, by God, why not get paid for it? So, I wrote a few reviews and sent them to various newspaperers, magazines, and internet sites. After, what seemed like thousands of rejections, someone finally saw something they enjoyed. They liked the way I wrote, and from early in high school, that's the only reason I wrote anyway...the credit I got from others. So, I started seeing movies for free and writing about them. Then they wanted me to start writing a weekly column about movies and the stars in these movies. The next thing I know I'm getting shot down byWill Farrell's agent while seeing if I can get him on the phone to talk about his role in "Old School". For a 23 year old kid..that's making it...right?

I was a hit in what I was doing...of course I was...this was Ohio! So...I took the next step, pried myself from my mom's crying arms and moved to New York City. The Big Apple...I was ready to take a bite! What happened when I got here was something I never saw coming. My success in the small town was non-existant in the mecca of human existance. This town was full of people just like me, only they were smarter than me, more experienced than me, and they were far more talented than me. I was screwed. What I did learn from New York in a hurry is that the only way to get by is to know someone who knows someone else. That's how the world works when you can't get by anymore on your severe lack of talent. So, I networked. I went to all the shows...I talked to all the other critics I could. I called magazines, I called newspapers, I called the mayor (turns out, he did not care about the review I wrote for "Saving Private Ryan"). Just like home, I sent out reviews to everyone, even people who didn't have a review column. I would have taken a job for Cat Fancy if they would have offered.

What I came across was a small newspaper called "Your Voice". I think they're circulation was a three block radius, no one read it, and it was free. But the editor, a overweight bald man named Joe Clemons, loved the way I wrote and paid me $40 a review, and I had to pay my way into movies again. Needless to say, if I didn't want to die cold and alone on the streets, I was going to have to find another job.

I did what every other self-respecting starving artist with a college degree does in New York City, I sold overpriced coffee to assholes. I was part of the Starbucks franchise, but not just any Starbucks, I was at the epicenter of every large magazine company in New York.

Every morning I would wake up at 5a.m. and do research on movies and music that were going on around me. I would leave my apartment at 6:30 and ride a bike I bought from a swap meet for $7 and had to put air in the front tire after every ride to my place of business. I would always make sure to stop and pick up as many copies of "Your Voice" as I could(it was a free paper) and leave them laying on almost every table at Starbucks. Not getting the attention I was hoping for, I started opening the papers to the page my review was on, so everyone who sat down would see what I had written...or they would sit their drink on what I had written. Either way, I was contributing to them in some way.

Everyday at 4:00 p.m. I would leave work, pump up my bike tire, pick up a few newspapers, and go home to research more. At 6:00 p.m I would leave my apartment again and head to the theater to see a movie that started at or around 7:30. I would sitthrough whatever movie I was seeing that night, take notes in the theater with my pen with the light on it that my mom had gotten me for a gift after I had published my first review, and then head home. Over a bowl of cheap soup, hot dogs, or Ramen noodles, I would write my review for said movie while seeing if my hometown Reds had won their game that night. After sitting on my couch with my computer on my lap for about three hours, the review would be done, and my ass would be asleep. I would make my way to the bedroom, and pass out around 2 a.m. This was my cycle for eight months.

After working at the soul sucking coffe joint for so long the boss actually let me hang my reviews up, along with still putting as many as possible on tables patiently waiting to be read by an unsuspecting magazine exec. Oddly enough...one day it actually worked. There was a man that I'd seen coming in for almost a year at the same time everyday who didn't have the time to order anything special; Large coffee, 2 creams, 1 sugar. He wasn't spectactular in any way, shorter than me, balding, pasty white. He wore a black suite everyday with a startling array of pastel ties that would make the Easter Bunny envious. He would come in, get his coffee, sit down, and read the "Your Voice" sitting on his table, get up, leave. One day while he was reading I was, as normal, avoiding my job, and I noticed him reading my review of "Blades of Glory" the new Will Farell movie, and he was laughing...I can only guess at my "I couldn't love a human baby more than I loved this movie" quote. He got up to throw his coffee away and saw the same review on the wall. He looked at me, and then looked back at the wall, then walked over to me. "Are you the same Jim that writes these reviews?" he asked.
"Yep..." I say, not really too excited. I was sure he was just another yahoo who commented on my writing when they found out I was writing for a newspaper..."No matter how small a paper is....at least you're published" they'd always say. It was getting old.
"You can write, and your line about the baby...made me laugh."
"Thanks, if you see the movie it makes more sense."
"Oh, I've seen it....I work across the street."
"You work for "NY Weekly!?"
"Yes Sir, Lenny Jackson" He shakes my hand. " and I think you should send me some of your stuff...I might be able to get you out of this coffee house and into a magazine."

Now I'm paing attention to this man, and I have yet to let go of his hand. I seem to be staring at him, mouth agape, shaking his hand like an idiot. He could be the key to my financial freedom from the shackles of coffee assholes USA. "I've got about ten months of movie, music, and book reviews sir, you tell me what you want, and I'll send them to wherever you want them!" he can tell I'm excited.

"Don't get too excited...we've got a lot of people who write reviews. I've just enjoy reading yours when I come in here, and now that I know who writes them, maybe I can talk to someone about you."
"I'd do pretty much anything to get out of here sir." I say as my boss is standing by me looking skeptically at my lack of work.

"Here's my card, give me a call and we'll get something set up." He says. Then he shakes my hand, and walks out the door. There's not much focus on coffee making from here on out. The conversation that we just had keeps running through my head. "Mocha-non-fat-latte" "NO FOAM!" "Are you paying attention Jim?" "Jim!"My boss is standing by me as I'm staring out the front window...and he's practically yelling in my ear before I hear him. "Just go...you're useless right now!""Thanks boss!" and before my apron hits the counter I'm putting air into my bike tired and heading down the street. I walk up the 3 flights of stairs it takes me to get to my apartment noticing for the first time what a dump I live in. My thoughts of riches and fame have been going through my head since.

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well...that's all I've got...hoped you dug it.

A man in Cartoons

Hey all,

So, about 3 years ago I got an idea from a song by Todd Snider for a comic strip. I've had a couple of people work on it for like one night a piece, and it's never come to anything. Recently I met a delightful man named Kevin, and he just happens to be an artist. I talked to him of my idea, and he was intreagued. So, we've started e mailing back and forth, and trading ideas. We've come up with some, he's come up with a few sketches, and we've got the ball rolling. So, not only am I an aspiring writer, I'm also an aspiring comic strip creator. I'll let you all know when it's in the newspaper! Till then...I'm tired and thick with T.F.I. Fridays...so...I will say goodnight!

Sleep...Sweet, Sweet, Sleep!

Dr. Ambien,

Thank you.

Scott


That's right, the sweet relief that is Ambien is back in my life. I finally conquered the bitches at the Kroger Pharmacy and got my glorious sleeping meds back.

I wrote a little bit today. I can't let ya'll read it just yet, because it's only like a paragraph, and in it's own context, it doesn't really make sense. But, trust me, it's awesome! I will show you when a have a little more finished. Right now, I'm warn out, and I've got a wicked sinus headache. So, I'm going to go back to quietly watching tv. Peace, love, and SOOOOouuuuuuul!

Follow up to annoying...

As predicted...I was correct on the no sleeping thing. I went to bed at 10, I laid there, I got up at 6:20. There was no sleep. There was needless thinking. There were questions in my head like, "On the Elton John/Billy Joel Tour, who chooses the set list?" and "Why does it feel like the rest of my body is asleep, but I'm WIDE FREAKIN' AWAKE!?!?!?!!" Amongst other thoughts. Does anyone know why I'm like this? One of the crazy ladies I work with said it was because I was a Pisces, and I was borderline psychic, and I was hearing other peoples thoughts. Yes, that's right, because it's that quiet time of night, I can hear other people's thoughts...because I was born in March. Fun, huh?

I'm going to have to look like a nutjob and go to the doctor and tell him I can't turn off my head. I need to see some sort of special sleeping doctor to help me deal with this...otherwise I'm going to turn into an Ambien Junkie! And, while it helps, I'm pretty sure it's going to get to the point where I wake up in the morning in someone else's house because these crazy pills have made me get up and drive somewhere in the middle of the night and commit breaking an entering without me knowing it! And, while hallucinating is fun and all, my wife is not a fan of me yelling at the dog for "Ruining the shot!" And making up very long and well thought out songs in which I serenade the dog who is laying on my pillow. I must get the Sleeping pill monkey off my back...and on that note, I'll be picking up my new prescription of Ambien on my way home from work!

Ugh.

Annoying...

Alright, I'll be the first to admit, I am not the most healthy guy! I've got back issues, knee issues, sleep issues, diabetes, plus...I'm chubby! I threw out my back a few weeks ago, and it has yet to heal. I have an appointment on the 14th so, hopefully they can fix me. Who knows.

What's really annoying is my sleep issues. I can not fall asleep. Once I fall asleep I sleep like baby...but it's the shutting off my brain that I have issues with. I don't worry, I don't think about problems, I think about things like song lyrics, and funny lines in movies. I think about things I want to write, I think about how awesome the song, "Rock me Sexy Jesus" in the movie "Hamlet 2" is. The problem is, I just can't stop thinking about things. I can't go to sleep. I feel like Ed Norton in Fight Club, but you know, without the schizophrenia. So, the doctor told me about this glorious little pill called Ambien. Sure, it makes me hallucinate, sure it makes me forget things that happen the night before, by by God, it make me sleep! So, I started taking it, and I've slept well. I've actually slept so well that I've tried to ween myself off of it, it's not working, but I'm at least trying. I called to have my prescription refilled, called the pharmacy and the lady told me to come in in an hour. 40 mins later, I got a call from some guy at the pharmacy telling me that my prescription wont be filled till tomorrow. I asked why, he said, because we won't refill it till tomorrow. I told him, "You don't close for 3 hours, you can't fill it in 3 hours?" He says, "It was called in too late, and we won't refill it until tomorrow." I told him it was a sleeping medicine, and I really couldn't sleep without it, and he told me there was nothing they could do. Which I know is bullshit, but...yeah. That's what's really annoying. I hate the pharmacy now. I'd boycott it if they didn't give me such wonderful pills!

So, needless to say, I will not be sleeping tonight. If anyone else knows of any other way to get me to fall asleep at night, I'm all ears! Daddy needs his sleep! HELP HELP ME!!!!

If you need me, I won't be sleeping! Find me!

Sundays...Oh sweet Sundays...

So, Sunday is, by far, my favorite day of the week. I wake up late, I make something delicious for breakfast (although I had nothing this morning because I was too lazy to make anything.) I tend to watch a bit of Sportcenter first, then I find a movie to watch, then football. (or whatever delightful sport is on) Today, I rolled out of bed at the brisk hour of 10:30-10:45....found "Death To Smoochy" on the tv...I haven't watched that since it came out. It was alright...not great..but, alright. I watched a football game, the woman bought a pizza, I ate, watched some tv for the next, I'd say, 5 hours. Had pork chops and baked potatos for dinner, watched some more tv, and then passed out. All in all, it was a great day.

I love Sundays. On days like this, you'd think I'd be inspired to do...I don't know, something. But, the truth is, lately, I've not had it in me. My back's been screwed up, I feel like a fatty, but, I have been writing at least a little everyday for the past week. I feel pretty good about that. So, at least it's a start.

I'm going to go back to watch "How I met your Mother" right now, but, no worries. I will be back tomorrow with more nonsense from my life. Enjoy!

Weekends and Wedding pics...

It is the weekend, and we got out wedding pictures (finally)...hence the title of this blog. The wedding pics are great, there is a great picture of Angie and my dad where my dad looks happier than I've ever seen him. I love it...if you'd like to see it, check out my Myspace or Facebook...I'm sure the pics will be up there in the next few days.

I don't have a lot to say right now. I'm in the middle of a movie, and it's probably not the best time to write a blog. I'm watching "Burn after reading" So far, so good...I'll let you know more about it later.

For the time being, I'm going to go watch my movie...I just wanted to let you all know about the pictures; you may enjoy them. We're very sexy!

and it begins...

Alright...so, today is my first day back to work. My back hurts, we have very little to do, and I'm gassy. All in all, that adds up for an annoying day.
For the past few months I've been listening to books at work. My job isn't very taxing...I type all day, it's mind numbing work, so, I listen to books on cd that I get from my local public library! I've probably "read" over 50 books since I started, and it's really got me wanting to write. I listen to things people have written and I think to myself, "I can do this". I'm just as good as them. I guess the big difference between the two is they have actually finished something. I, on the other hand, have had my thumb up my butt for way too long...and what have we learned; it's hard to type with a thumb in your butt! So, I'm really trying to keep this blog going. I guess, if anything, at least I'm writing a little each day. I also know that at least 3 people read it...how awesome am I. I need to spread the word to the world that I'm writing, and I WILL BE HEARD!!!!!!! Or...read..cause I'm not actually speaking on here. Sorry, Off point.
So, anyone know of any job openings? I need to get out of my current one..and I can't seem to find anything. I'm bored. Let me know!

2nd of 2009

So...I made it...I stayed up till nearly 2:00a.m. I made it till 2009. In the process I did watch "Dick Clark's Rockin' new years eve" And...holy crap, how sad is Dick Clark? He still seems to be in good spirits and such...but he looks terrible, and he sound terrible. I felt awkward just watching him.

My new years eve was pretty good. We hung out with some friends, I made a delicious drink we had on our honeymoon called the "Jamaican Smile" Strawberry daiquiri mix, banana, rum, ice, grapefruit juice; mix it together in my yummy blender and partially drunken Scott commenced...that alone with some pain meds for my back and I was flyin' high!

I made no New Year's resolutions this year, nor do I make them any year, because I think they're stupid and useless to make. I just plan on doing a little bit more this year, than last year. Hopefully a better job, hopefully a little more writing (Wouldn't take much seeing as how I didn't write anything much at all last year), hopefully write more than one short film with Brian and Kevin...be a delightful husband, and wonderful son, and a downright glorious human being (That won't take too much practice!)

I've kept up my end of this bargain. I wrote for 3 straight days. Go me! And I don't plan on quitting any time soon. I feel good writing. It makes me feel useful...even if I don't write anything worth reading! I entertain me. I always heard you should write for yourself, and I am doing that. I'm going to try to add some movie reviews on here. I'm gonna write some bit and pieces of my book that I'm attempting to write, and I'm going to be awesome for the entire year of 2009...just like I was in 2008, 07, 06...you get the idea!

Peace homies!

First of 2009...

Shut up Stef...