Long Hard Road Out of Hell

Friday the 13th. Gotta open a horror movie today. It would be criminal not to.

It's a Paramount/Platinum Dunes production, so I'm hoping the fucking thing makes some paper. (I've been keeping tight-lipped about The Project here; hoping I'll be able to share more soon.)

This weekend is V-Day Weekend, obviously.

DeVastation.

Thoughts on that tomorrow. But the entire weekend is reserved for couples. I think they shoot you if you try to go out without a date.

(Actually, no, that would be too merciful. I would welcome that.)

To hell with it all.

Contrary to how this blog may read, my spirits have been somewhat lifted lately by some quiet signals that my career may be picking up again. It's amazing what a faint glimmer of fire can do to illuminate a long dark tunnel.

And yet, all the old wounds still ache. Does it ever end...?