Thursday, August 30, 2007

Dumb it down. Or rather, be smarter.

Oh, America.

A holiday weekend is fast upon us again. I spent time packing this morning, since I couldn't be bothered last night. I've developed a new habit - whenever I leave town I clean my apartment. I like to come home to clean carptets, apparently.

In other news, the pilot seems to have made it's way out into the Universe, and has possibly now croaked. I'm of mixed feelings about that. I'm thrilled to bits that it got done, and real proud that it even got read by people out there, and we got some good feedback. The problem is is that the good feedback is almost entirely from people who are not "in the business" per se, but rather other writers, or just of an intellectual bent. One exec and a reader really liked it, and some other peoples gave good feedback, but many of the executive types who read the script were less than ga-ga over it. A learning curve is had. I mean, it's nice and all that other smart people love it and think it's great, but I want a check in my hand. And an agent. I suppose these things come in time, and the Universe wants me to keep at it for a little while longer, etc.

Whatever. Am I really getting on a plane tonight? Ugh.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007


Meh meh meh.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007


Hey kids:

Sorry it's been so long. Saas and I were busting our humps to get the pilot done. We did. I think I have another sinus infection, possibly caused by the face plant I did at Zuma two weeks ago. Oh, body surfing, you seem so fun until you are not.

Sunday, August 12, 2007


I don't the idea. Not one bit. Why are all those women wearing wimples? Isn't it hot?