“No way out but to die!”
Or, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Hack. So, shortly after moving back to the Chicago area, I began to seek out the elusive beast called Gainful Employment. It … Continue reading
Misleading ads and their effect on my britches.
From playwright’s online resource ScriptSeeker: $5,000 CASH PRIZE and publication by Samuel French for winning script. Full-length plays only. Scripts must be unpublished and unproduced. Submission must be accompanied by … Continue reading
Remind me to tell you someday.
Logical yet nonetheless irritating–I’ve had so much going on in the past week that I’ve been unable to update the journal with what I’ve been doing for the past week. … Continue reading
His fists were as big as babies.
Below is a response to my buddy Duck who asked, in the previous entry, for details of a detective novel I once wrote to my girlfriend, in a world where … Continue reading
Where’s Saddam? Find Saddam Now. The Great Saddam Search.
Continued speculation on the whereabouts of the world’s most notorious Iraqi.
The battle well and truly joined.
This morning, at a quarter til seven, I heard a songbird stretching its lungs. It took me a moment to realize that the streets at that hour have been deathly … Continue reading
Banana nut is a good muffin.
It’s only one o’clock PM on this, the last Friday of 2002. These days at the end of the year, especially these between Christmas and New Year’s, are almost completely … Continue reading
Despite our protests, the bastard kept shaking the globe.
Snowing severely in Chicago for the third time this week [1], in what seems to be this winter’s almost Dubyaesque overcompensatory desire to prove that it’s Not At All Like … Continue reading
Creative Control 