Tuesday, September 01, 2015


I had so many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches growing up. I was, admittedly, a picky eater as a tyke and I remember having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches almost every day for lunch at school.

I hated school so much. I think I came to associate the sensation of eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with misery.

Which is weird. It's a classic sandwich. I've had them since and have been able to enjoy them. It's a pretty cheap sandwich, that's for sure.

But I can also remember being a kid in public school, sitting in a cafeteria that reeked of industrial cleaners and prison food, surrounded by prisoners unsure of what unfriendliness the day would yet bring. Slowly chewing my homemade peanut butter and jelly sandwich, washing it down with a box drink, and just hoping to get through the day ahead.

It's September. Have to get through this September.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Last Minute of August

It's official. This summer is wasted. I tried my best but I guess my best wasn't good enough.

Today was the first day of shooting on this gig that I'm on. Tomorrow, I get to process the first day's extras vouchers. Audit them, scan them, invoice them, create a daily hotcost spreadsheet for them: you know how it goes. The best part of making movies is processing and tracking the expenses. Every fool knows that.

This just is murder and to be honest -- processing all the background extras is probably not the worst of it.

September, eh?


Sunday, August 30, 2015

Wes Craven Has a Posse

Wesley Earl "Wes" Craven
August 2, 1939 – August 30, 2015

Wes Craven has a posse.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Dying Year

I've lost all my friends.

It happened so gradually and yet so suddenly.

Significant others. Children. Then... nothing.

Suddenly, I have no social life because all my friends have sacrificed their social lives for the sake of breeding.

Today was a dark day. Between the madness of work and a bleak, black incident that stained every waking minute of today... it was a bad day. And although I had nothing and no one waiting for me at home, I could not wait to retreat to my dark corner of earth to hide from the cruelty of the world for a spell.

I wish I were dead. Death would be so easy. Not existing.

Maybe I can kill myself before this gig is done -- that'll really put a wrench in their production.

No positive spins tonight. I am completely heartbroken.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Aftermath of the Return of the Jedi

So there's a possibility that Han Solo has become an "urban legend" in THE FORCE AWAKENS.

What gets me is, everything seems so hunky dory at the end of RETURN OF THE JEDI, I cannot imagine these people breaking up and losing touch with one another!

Granted, my own personal life has proven how easy it is for good friends and family to bust apart and lose contact... but the end of ROTJ is the classic "happily ever after" portrait... You figure they’ve all just got years of Space BBQs and happy times ahead of them!

Maybe Luke signs up with a dating site to meet women in the galaxy who are not related to him. Maybe they get together every year on Life Day — the Solo kids are climbing all over Chewie while Han and Leia nag Luke about how he’s had enough Space Whiskey for one night and maybe he should find a nice girl, settle down, get back into Moisture Farming even.