A long breath

Holy crap, has this much time really passed since I posted last? Not that I have a HUGE cult following hanging on my words, pleading desperately for me to write more.. If that was the case I would have not let time pass and would most likely have a book deal, in which case the time thing wouldn't matter because I would be living in Malibu, having relations with multiple blondes at once, including my maid, who is bleached.... everywhere........ sorry lost in thought..

So, hurry up people and read my stuff religiously so I can move. I kid, I kid, blondes really are not my thing, now brunettes, a whole crew in maid outfits... geez... (smack of the wrist)

On the new.. Just made a movie.. well was hired as AD, had to fire the supporting lead, and due to my dynamic acting ability filling in for bit parts during the readthrough, I took over.. then I had to become the second unit director, and now I am in post as the assistant editor, ultimatly I am some sort of a producer... geez, can I just take over..

So I am in souther California, and boy.. it feels bad, but at the same time good. I know that no matter how much I love the Pac No West, to do what I really want to do I have to be in the armpit of America.. that is right folks, LA... beat me, please someone for saying this.. I am not completely sold on moving, well not until I find out for sure about a huge job offer I got in the area... so what makes us move? Money, power, the desire to get into a certain feild.. geez what about all three..

Cross your fingers.. don't worry though, the PacNoWest will be my restin place..

An Opus Dei "bad priest" whippin

It seems like I have allowed work to conquer any creative thought process that still exists in my brain, of which its hard exterior shell I have used to tack my degree on the wall for me to glare at as some relic discovered on an archaeological dig, displayed in a museum, never to be touched or used, simply admired... Central Oregon seems to lack any sort of position for me to shine with my talents.. or if by some chance a position arises which comes close, they trade my skills for tidbits of sausage, a wrinkled carrot, and a couple pinto beens.. I literally laughed out loud at an offer after an interview... "really? that won't even pay my rent"... so maybe my sites are set too high, as some have said.. well they didn't bust their asses to go through school... which took me a whopping ten years to accomplish because I was always working.. nayyy, the bar is set and will not be lowered.. not that I mind what I am doing right now, I mean it pays a whole lot.. but my creative mind seems to suffer.. thank f*^*n god for a long weekend for me to do something artistic.. and look, I am even back to writing..

Enough on that.. Lets talk about wit.. I was actually inspired to post this blog because someone wrote something so incredibly witty I damn near fouled myself.. a thought occurred, "wow, there are people out there who appreciate as much as I do commentating on the absurdity of certain aspects of life..." and doing so with a tad of humor attached... this is not exactly my thoughts, but close enough.. summarized.. with a little more put into it... you get the jest..
None the less, this made me realize that I need to force myself, buckle down, focus, I mean get a little leather sex whip and beat my bare back like an Opus Dei monk (although they would probably not have a sex whip... so a "bad priest" whip) and write.. write.. and write some more.. and after I have done that, and after I have gone back over it.. and hopefully chuckled at myself..because I can be funny, but only sometimes... then I will write some more..

Next:

Well I just moved... into the nicest house I have ever lived in.. I mean it is truly a kick ass house.. two bedrooms, on bath, all hardwood flooring, a basement, gravel three parking spot on side, two car garage, a friggan workshop, and on the west side of town... I am excited to start creating art, and enjoying being walking distance from everything good.. (it would be nice if there was an Asian message parlor around the corner.. happy endings optional). I have so many ideas for things I want to create, art works, furniture, nuclear reactors, and laser beams.. I want to get ack to where my mind was at constant work of formulating creative things.. man,I am excited for someone to come and visit.. and to take them to my fictional massage parlor... (happy endings optional)

I just brewed up a cup o Mr. T coffee... I had tea earlier... I am swinging both ways in the same day now, thank god my family is accepting (referring to coffee and tea, so get your mind outta the gutter, geez, I like girls only... you perv).. variance just seems better nowadays, maybe I will just combine the two, call it coffte` or maybe teafee, something exotic sounding.. anywho, my last day of a long weekend and I better get out and enjoy the sunshine.. oh wait, it has been raining all weekend.. perhaps someone forgot to tell the controller of weather that we live in a desert.. well thanks Mr. C.O.W... thanks alot for ruining my life... well at least for the past four days. I think I see a glimpse of the sun....

nope, my mistake

Happy memorial day to you all, lets honor those who have fallen, and morn those who will..

The change to Tea, and Morons

Welp, I have returned from the valley of the wittyless.. Actually I have just been overly consumed by work for the past month or so. Nothing like rising at 5 am and not getting home until after 6 pm, just a little draining. The perk to the recent overworked madness, is that soon I will have some kick asss video equip, then the world will bow to my creative genius! I have gone to spending half my mornings with Mr. T coffee.. I am hooked on tea now which makes me feel very British.. rising at the crack of dawn to put on the kettle for a spot of tea… I feel like perhaps I should dawn a beefeaters hat and have some crumpets.. nawwww, there is just more variety, and I enjoy my black sludge here and there…

So what is the deal with the Olympic torch? Yeah I agree that Tibet should be free, but stopping the torch? Idiotic.. Um the Games in ancient Greece were a symbol of time of peace, way to go radical protest morons… ruin it for everyone else.. peaceful, non violent way means sit on the side of the f’n road and cheer for the torch. I wish I was in SF yesterday to punch as many of them in the mouth as possible.. We get one west coast city and these idiots have to ruin it! Go American uber liberals! You wanna free Tibet? GO THERE! Send money to help! Do something that will actually help! Not spoil a tradition that joins the world in the spirit of the game… MORONS

A little longer here!

One week, less than that actually.. Less than one week in a straightaway towards a new decade in my life.. Turning thirty doesn’t scare me too much, I mean it is just an age right, I am still me, I still feel young, look young, could stand to be in better shape, but aside that there is not much changing.. I am still me. Still witty, and charming.. (well in my own mind at least) I think the “fear” in all of this aging thing is that I don’t feel accomplished enough. I have lived damn near thirty years on this earth, and in the past ten I really don’t seem to have done as much as I did in the previous.. I feel as if my twenties should have been slammed packed with things.. I worked and went to school to get a technical certificate in design, took a break from school to act, went to school, got a AA, took a break from school to move to Michigan (dear god! what was I thinking?), came back worked, went to school (half heartedly), finally a few years ago I decide to buckle down.. and finally I finished my BA.. I should be a friggan doctor.. not looking at my thirties as dear god, when I go for my MA I will be friggan old!! Now I am in Oregon, working.. trying to make a film which doesn’t seem to want to get made.. I act, but not as much as I should or too my fullest potential.. I write, but this is the extent.. lord that is horrific of me… I sit for a portion of the day staring off into the vastness of cyberspace, wasting time eating instant oatmeal with dehydrated fruit (today it is blueberries and they stick to my teeth and make it look like I should be speaking cockney).. so this is my last week in my twenties and I would very much to turn that corner of aging with a vendetta against non accomplishment… that’s right.. I am going to make myself a super hero outfit to fight not doing anything of value! These past 8 months I have lounged around, trying to figure what to do with the next stage of life and finally I have two options and damn it I am stickin to my guns.. the nomadic twenties are gone soon enough.. the age of solidity is approaching, followed by the age of dear god I am halfway through life, followed by, can I retire already, followed by seriously can I retire now, followed by a golden enlightenment, followed by… er.. well I forgot but I like peas, and then it’s over. So my apologies for whining about life, for looking back and saying what the hell did I do.. the future, although I want to prolong its arrival, is bringing change.. starting in six days, 13 hours and 4 minutes..

A separate rant… I say the new documentary on Joe Strummer last night.. I have been a Clash fan for a while, and I know this because I was few singing along to “White Riot” and “I’m So Bored With The USA,” you know songs that were on their first album.. anyways.. what a life that took so many directions, did so many things.. musically was a spectrum throughout his existence on this planet which ended far too soon.. and Bono was right in the film when he said that if the Clash had taking some time to breathe they would still be one of the greatest bands playing today.. Well, up until Strummers passing.. But as we know, the past lays behind us unchangeable, or else I would be a doctor right now, definitely not writing this out to cyberland!

End of Tyrancy

So after almost fifty years of rule, Fidel Castro has stepped aside… The man who said "power doesn't interest me" as he led his rebels into Havana in 1959, later changed his tune to “Socialism or death!” Wow, will there be any change in our southern neighbor? Will this stop the flood of Cuban immigrants risking their lives on thrown together rafts.. Castro invites younger candidates to take power.. but as history tells us, with the case of Castro himself and so many others.. power ultimately corrupts with very few exceptions.. Even with the best intentions…

I am glad to see that Musharraf is not holding his power in Pakistan.. On the news this morning Pakies waved flags in celebration and held posters of Benazir Bhutto! That is a woman who is one of those very few exception to powers’ corrupt side effects.. This was a woman who cared about her people, about democracy, and about change in a country torn with political, social, and economical problems… here is a woman that I would vote for any day of the week to take charge of our country, because the ones we have running are just as hypocritical and absolutely annoying as the rest of the candidates.. her is a woman who had a chance of taking power away from a corrupt leader and was assassinated two weeks before the elections because she stood a chance at changing a piece of the world..

So as I sit this morning, reveling in my coffee and the possibility that there is a slim chance that change may occur in two places that it needs two… I have to push my chair a tad bit back and remember that political change is only temporary… power in the hands of most turns ugly…

Oh dear, has it been so long

Wow, a glimmering thought came to my mind this morning as I sat glaring into my screen picking eye globs that slumber had left on it's evening walk.. (the sleep people should provide bags to clean that up) Drinking my first cup of overly burned and strong coffee (okay, okay I overslept) to check on my blogger account.. and holy high heavens I cannot believe I have neglected this site for so long. Last blog, um early November! Wow my readers have missed my commentary on three holidays, plenty of escapades, a move across town, a visit home, plenty of acting gigs and film related stuff, and me now sitting a month from a new decade of my life.. 30, here I come... (lone tear).. A ton has happened, a ton has changed and I am looking forward to 2008 to bring some astonishing things to my plate.. Thank god.. Not that 2007 was bad, but I have some high hope this year.. Well except for that silly holiday in a week or so.. (only silly because I will be sucking down a gallon of cheap wine and devouring a dozen roses while I stare at the pretty chocolates.. cheap wine does strange things to folks.. honestly, I don't really drink all that much and if I do indulge on some wine it better dance gingerly about my taste buds.. wine snob here)
So, this is my pledge to try and blog once a week again specifically on this site.. I know the power of other sites has lured me away with pretty pictures and individuals who actually comment on my writing (that is a hint).. Yet I do need to say one particular individual has been on me for a month to repost and so here it is! Written with love, horrid coffee and enough eye globules to mold a miniature sphinx. Thanks for being patient my few hardy followers. I promise to develop new canter.. just wait til I give my two cents on the primaries!

Glad to be back
Mr. A

Boo circumstance!

The plights of dating wear heavily on the soul.. well maybe I just end up meeting amazing people at the wrong times.. because I swear circumstance always seems to slap me in the ass and call me it’s bitch.. I swear circumstance is a member of the Irish mob and has it out for me… I am the target of one angry mob muscle who happens to find the best moments to strike.. What ever did I do to you oh circumstance? Did I wrong you, bump you in the street, give you a glance unbeknownst? Well thanks! Thanks to you I will always be stuck in the zone you don’t want to be in with people of the opposite sex you are attracted to… the friend zone. (Damn it I feel like the semi cute guy in the 80’s movie who always loses the girl to the most popular guy…. Does that mean I have to rock tee shirts with vests?)

Well circumstance I am here to say nay, no more will you rough me up! Move on to someone else.. I bite my thumb at thee! With your weee beady eyes. It is moving into winter and codling my pillow is gettin old. Do you have any idea what 300 count cotton taste like????? Nothing!

Ok, done venting, done shaking my fist, just done.. this day I reveal to the world my new life as a monk… celibate, no booze, a life of solitude in silence…….. um, ok.. maybe that is too far… can I take that back world? Can I retract that? I mean I like the first two things kinda.. maybe I could live without a cocktail, but um, no um, forever? Come onnn! I retract, nuff said.

On a completely different note. My favorite holiday came to an end this past weekend.. yeah I actually went to a costume party, but found that not too many people were in costume. Well I was true to the spirit! This year my friend (who happens to be in cahoots with circumstance) helped me craft a bear costume.. a cute furry little costume that I pranced around central Oregon in handing out candy from my honey pot to those who told me I was “soo cute” (although the drag queens took it a little too far, come on ladies, my tail was not meant to be fondled), anywho.. it was a blast. This past weekend I went to the aforementioned party as Johnny Cash, but apparently I looked like Chris Isaak.. whatever, I looked cool either way… and I can tell you that a pompadour is a damn hard thing to create, maybe that is why rockabillies use so much grease in their hair.. so they can just keep the damn thing in place! Thus closeth the season of dressing up.. until someone has a theme party, go theme parties! On we go to the world of deep fried turkey, or in the best of meals, the tur-duc-kin!