Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck

All right, all you fuckos. Negative Nancies. Here's your gift.

This wasn't the blog entry I was hoping to write.

My movie-greenlight dreams are deferred as the suits squabble over the new draft not being "scary" enough.

No pity-parties, please. No emails that read, "That sucks. What happens now?"

Seriously. Do not.

This is a setback and I am pissed/frustrated/bitter/murderous. A little development hell is part of the business. I knew that going in and I'll eat it.

This week, I pick up all the other loose threads that I swept aside the past month. Clear my head a little. There are a lot of promising projects. Hopefully we'll get back to the Butcher business soon enough.