In the beginning, it is always dark

"Lines Of My Earth"
by Matt Slocum

The lines of my earth, so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die.
I need a drink, but the well has run dry.
And we in the habit of saying the same things all over again,
For the money we shall make.

This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feel it.
This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore.

It should be our time. This fertile youth's black soil is ready for rain.
The harvest is nigh, but the well has gone dry.
And they in the habit of saying the same things all over again,
about the money we shall make.

This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feel it.
This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore.



Keeping this blog up to date hasn't exactly been on my list of priorities lately so I'm temporarily permanently taking a break. I don't know what that means any more than you. For a long time now I've been kicking around the idea of getting some of my writing friends together to make a more interesting website but having not been able to find a friend that would like to build the site for us I don't see that happening anytime soon. If I can find that then maybe anyone out there that really looks at this will get the chance to enjoy my senseless writers along with some of my personal favorite senseless writers. We'll see... and if you find someone send them my way. I do hope to update my graphic site soon as I have a new series in the works. Anyway, until I find a web site or change my mind...

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Mrs. White: We had had a very humiliating public confrontation, he was deranged... lunatic. He didn't actually seem to like me very much, he had threatened to kill me in public.
Miss Scarlet: Why would he want to kill you in public?
Wadsworth: I think she meant he threatened, in public, to kill her.
Miss Scarlet: Oh. And was that his final word on the matter?
Mrs. White: Being killed is pretty final, wouldn't you say?

stapler

ok so you know that second setting on staplers? the one you never use. well, it's been bugging me so I thought I'd look into why this little useless option is put on every stapler. so, if you'd like to know the answer. Here ya go.

THE SECRET

evil buick, evil rodendendron

so, my car is now dead.

(not my car but one like it)

For those of you that have been on post-bundra trips when the trunk no longer works, you'll know that this is not the worset thing that could have happoned. And not unexpected. Still, bad timing since I've just got the breaks fixed, new tires, and switched to California tags. Another wrods, I've spent more money in the last three months on this thing then I could possibly get out of it now. But... being without a car has led to a few interesting things. First, to sucure I ride to work I stayed with a friend on Thursday night. That was a nice, but then he couldn't take me home Friday so I had to get my brother to pick me up... who also didn't take me home but that's ok. When all is said and done I didn't get home until Sunday late morning. While this wasn't what I'd planned it was fun. Also, lead to my introduction to Dublin Dr. Pepper.

And that is why I'm writing this blug. Josh Rodreges took Moth and me to a nice soda shop he'd found that has the oringinal formula for Dr. Pepper. AKA cane sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup.

(the face of evil)

Why high fructose corn syrup has come to dominiate the soda market (in America that is, everywhere else cane surgar still rules) is not what I want to get into. Let's just say it has to do with goverment taxes and importing and all that fun stuff. Bottom line is, it sucks. It does not taste good. That's why if you take a trip to Mexico soda tastes better. It's not because it's any sweeter, it's because they use real surgar. So how do we stop this evil invasion of high fructose corn syrup? I really don't have a clue, but I think Anna knows so ask her here.

BRICK

I was recently blown away by this film. Although it maybe be difficult for those of you not in LA to see this film. I'd highly suggest keeping your eye out for it for a number of reasons. One: It's freaking awesome. Two: it's very important to support independent filmmakers. Why? Because I'm going to be one. Ok, and also we don't want a media that is controlled by a few rich "business men." We need an independent voice and to keep it we have to support the films that aren't back by multi-billion dollar establishments. If we fail to do this we'll be left with "films," or products as some studio executives call them, that are designed to appeal to the lowest common denominator. That's why the same sludge keeps gracing our theaters year after year. Three: This is right in line with two, but I'm hoping to have an independent film coming out within the next few years. Ambitious, yes. But I'm not one to set easy goals. All things said, independent films are doing fairly well these days. That is, better than they used to. If you start making a habit of looking for independent films now, and telling everyone you know to see them... rag them, bribe them, trick them, whatever... if you start now, maybe more people will spread the word and they'll be a demand for independent films. Then... well, we all win.

Last Quick note on other film to check out:

Thank You For Smoking

On DVD: Capote, Crash

what's next?

So, for those of you who don't know, I finish dreamworks this month. So, first studio job done. If you want to know more about that just call me. I'd love to talk to you guys, especially ones I haven't heard from in a while.

Anyway, so pessimism. In case you're wondering, no I have not left behind my stupidly optimistic frame of mine in favor for pessimism (or as Moth likes to call it, "realistic optimism"). No, I'm counting on my dumb luck to make me one of those few that the lighting misses in favor of a nice sapling or kitten. Anyway, so I've learned a lot from these last almost 6 months.

First and foremost God has a hand in what's going on.

Second, you're only as good as the people around you. I don't want to go into this one too much, since this is kind of a written record and I think it would compromise my contract. But suffice it to say, a film can't be made without a solid team that's just as committed and insane as you.

Third, Hollywood doesn't want you to make it. You might have to do it yourself. I might go into this one more later but for now I'll just say, I think I need to really start working towards making my own films. Don't know how yet but I'll figure it out.

Right now, I'm looking at the next stretch as my time for building a team. It's starting to form, and that's exciting. I'm not sure where this is all headed but I'm starting to see a little more silver.

Anyway, in other news. I've been getting a little frustrated with the masses lately. Then I remembered this quote.

"They can be a great people, Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way. For this reason above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you... my only son."

Not that I'm a big fan of superman, but it's a good thought. Obvious parallels of course so I won't bother pointing them out.

so, what's next? I have no feakin' clue. But that won't stop me from pushing ahead.

white trash transexual dilemmas

well, I do really have some great stuff to talk about. But I'll just leave you with one small story.

DreamWorks seems to be a little over PC. Anything that might offend anyone (even if they deserve it) is off limits. It used to be alright to make fun of white trash but a few weeks ago at lunch a co-worker said something derogatory about white trash people then caught my eye. In that awkward moment I could tell everyone was thinking the same thing "Oh $#!%, Micah's white trash, we shouldn't make fun of him." then in the next moment thinking "Oh %#@&, don't let him know we think he's white trash." Since that fateful day no one makes fun of white trash.

So, the story. I'm in an elevator this last Friday. It was warm so I had on rainbows (yeah, I went to pepperdine, I sold out, I have rainbows). This middle aged, pleasant woman gets in next to me in her high heals. I don't know what kind, I've never really had the need to know the kinds of high heals but these were very high. So, being a pleasant woman she starts making conversation about how she wishes she was wearing flip flops like me. Then I say, "Yeah, don't think I'd want to being were those (in reference to her heals)." and she says, "Well, you might look kind of funny in them." and then quickly adds, "I mean, because they wouldn't match your shirt." Door opens she scurries out and I realize she's afraid that I might be offended by that. And maybe on the off chance that I had been a weekend cross dresser maybe I would have. But come on. What kind of world do we live in where we can't make off hand comments about guys not looking good in women's clothing?

Well I say %#@& PC. Make fun of me because I look white trash. Tell me all slavs are lazy, useless wastes of oxygen. PC just needs to die. Now. Thank you.

so, hopefully I'll get the good stuff to you soon.

devil dog

this never should have happened.

Not only is this remake completely unnecessary, this poster is the freakiest thing man has ever laid eyes on. It's true, I took a poll. 100% of people think that tim allen's eyes on a sheep dog terrifies them more than Barbara Walters and Oprah in a turkish bath with Carrot Top.

Maybe even more than clowns.

Also check this out:

http://www.cowabduction.com/

It's a real problem. We must do something.