Appetite for destruction.
No callback, thereby not even a chance to vie for understudy role. Wish other candidates best of luck, but don’t know them, so at same time, wish all of them … Continue reading
Subconscience.
Somewhere deep in my head is some kind of guardian that maintains even my imaginary integrity. At some point in this entry, maybe I’ll even give it a name. I … Continue reading
Seven days without food makes one weak.
I looked over my day planner and realized that I am in the middle of a very busy eight-day stretch. Saturday was the day before my father’s birthday, but since … Continue reading
Who was Murphy, and what yahoos granted him legislative power?
Strictly speaking, I’m not being assailed by Murphy’s Law today, which states that everything that can go wrong will [1], but I am nonetheless wearing a frown on my face … Continue reading
How monsoon is now?
Sometimes it’s nice to think that supervillains exist, if only because the bastards at large in the world today are much less colorful but much more horrifying than Dr. Octopus … Continue reading
Locked away in a padded sellout.
While perusing http://www.scriptseeker.com–a website I found quite by accident, but which I am glad I did, it’s become an excellent resource on a national, not just regional, level–I discovered that … Continue reading
His veins were filled with chocolate pudding.
I’m still not sure why, but I have a driving urge within me to mention off the bat that I fully intended to post this entry yesterday afternoon, sometime between … Continue reading
Bedlam Living Room.
When it rains, it pours, but I am so, so happy that the weather has gotten nice. My girlfriend and I have maintained an ongoing discussion about one day moving … Continue reading
What to do with all these damn animals?
So, at the end of the twelve days of Christmas, the object of the true love’s affection has graced her with twelve partridges, twenty-two turtle doves, thirty French hens, thirty-six … Continue reading
Creative Control 