I have always been an extreme person. By that I mean that I can’t abide tepid. When I drink a hot beverage, it has to be boiling hot. If I don’t burn my tongue while drinking it, then it’s not hot enough. Conversely, if I don’t get a brain freeze from drinking a cold beverage,… Continue Reading
Whitewash, Soft-scrub, Launder, and Repeat
Yeah, I kinda stole one of Rachel’s segment titles and put my own spin on it. What are you going to do about it? First, a bit of the personal. My dad is coming for a visit tomorrow, which means one thing–cleaning. I fucking hate cleaning. I loathe it with every fiber of my being,… Continue Reading
It Smells Like Wingnut in the Morning
All right. As you know, I have followed the Mudflats since McCain chose Palin (or had her chosen for him, you make the call) as his VP pick. I didn’t know much about her other than she had gone on Craig Ferguson’s show to grant him honorary citizenship of Alaska. I thought it was a smart idea… Continue Reading
Welcome Back!
Well. That’s another Scriptfrenzy.org month in the books. It was an interesting ride, and it’s not over for me. I ground out 153 pages total (145 on my screenplay, and eight on my musical), and I only hit two and a half penises. Don’t ask. So, it will be a trilogy when I get… Continue Reading
Viva La Revolution du The! (With the Appropriate Accents)
Ok. I tried to be above the fray that is the teabaggin’ parties, but I cannot. Why? First of all, I want my tea back! Tea is a wonderful beverage that warms you up on a cold, MN winter night (sniff, bye winter), and it is unfairly being usurped by the right to further their… Continue Reading
I’m Ready for My Close-Up, Mr. DeMille
Ok, not really. It’s day 13 of Script Frenzy month, and I just wanted to check in and let you know how I’m doing. The goal is to wirte a hundred-page screenplay in the month of April. That breaks down to roughly three-and-a-half pages per day. So, since I tend to be a perfectionist in… Continue Reading
An Elegy for Winter
I have been in denial for a week or two. I dread this time of year every year, and I try mightily to pretend it isn’t happening. Still, right after my birthday, it comes like clockwork. The end of winter. Oh, I know there might be one last gasp somewhere down the line, but I… Continue Reading
Midnight Rantings of a Crazed Mind
I should be working on my script. I know what I want to write, and I have written some of it, but I am not now writing. Why? I’ll tell you. I am actively depressed. This is not the passively sitting still and watching the world go by kind of depressed–oh no. This is the… Continue Reading
You Say It’s Your Birthday
Well, it’s my birthday, too. The fact that I can state that is pretty amazing. I have a strange and complicated relationship with my birthday, as I do with so many things. When I was a kid, I did the whole slumber party/ballerina cake thing (stop laughing, I did). I enjoyed the presents… Continue Reading
Please, Please, Please
I am sure you have heard the terrible news by now. There was a shooting Friday at the immigration center in Binghamton, NY. At first, the information came trickling out in dribbles and drabs. I heard a little here and there, but nothing substantial. Then, there were rumblings that the shooter was Vietnamese. The first… Continue Reading