Creative Control

Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist

Copy Red Leader.

Update: the great Thanksgiving Day decision has been taken out of my hands by the significant emotions of family change. Donna and her family decided that it might be nice … Continue reading

November 25, 2002 · Leave a comment

Five in front of seven.

I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. I keep forgetting about deadlines at work, and I’m unable to figure out why. I think I’ve hit the end of my empathy … Continue reading

November 22, 2002 · Leave a comment

A brief moment of victory.

Below is a post I wrote on Wednesday morning at a discussion group I frequent, followed by a vindicating response from another poster. Something about the response brightened my day … Continue reading

November 8, 2002 · Leave a comment

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”

My friend Bryan, who spent two years of his life assisting Jeff Daniels at the Purple Rose Theatre in Chelsea, Michigan, once told me an amusing anecdote about Lanford Wilson, … Continue reading

November 1, 2002 · Leave a comment

Cassandra Complex.

Having a World Is Terrible sorta mood swing. Since I do not have the gift of foresight but do have the gift of imagination, I dearly hope that this flash … Continue reading

October 25, 2002 · Leave a comment

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

October 17, 2002 · Leave a comment

Poker fates.

Must be a storm approaching. Trick knee’s acting up. Have no trick knee, in actuality. But still feel as if the changes asked for in previous entry are now gathering … Continue reading

October 16, 2002 · Leave a comment

Mystery Science Presidential Speech.

First of all, I need to apologize to Kenny Chesney. A few weeks back, in the midst of a rant, I sent a “memo” to him regarding the anti-American sentiment … Continue reading

October 8, 2002 · Leave a comment

Contextual harassment.

Last week, NBC forced me not once, but twice, to re-evaluate how often I listen to two songs. The first was Tori Amos’ cover of The Boomtown Rats’ “I Don’t … Continue reading

September 30, 2002 · Leave a comment

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

September 30, 2002 · Leave a comment