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:: Monday, June 30, 2003 ::

Just do it. For me

You've read his blog, I hope, and now read his fabulous commentary about "The Story of Bread."

Lileks is so funny. Read his damn story of bread thing. I laughed till tears fell. I don't laugh like that a lot. I'm a hard customer to make laugh. So if you want to laught read the Story of Bread. Please.

It's not gonna kill you. I've got nothing else to say. IN the time you've been reading this you could have instead been reading The Story of Bread with Lileks commentary. Go now.

There's no point in reading this. No moment of zen. Just The Story of Bread.

:: Matt 5:15 AM [+] ::
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:: Saturday, June 28, 2003 ::
Wellllll, excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me!!!!

This is, of course, a (fitting) reference to Steve Martin from the 1970's when he often hosted Saturday Night Live. He's funny with his sharp and smart sense of humor. How many got that reference?

Well I've been finding lately that having a keen sens of pop culture doesn't impress many people. Somehow the fact that I can quote most of Ghostbusters 90% of Vacation and remember Adam Sandler on Remote Control with Ken Ober and COlin Quinn. My sis and I would use my Electronic Jeopardy game set and play answer quesions about Brady Physics. I ruled this game. When Who Wants to be A Millionaire would wait till the 32,000 marker to ask their pop questions I'd end up winning 250,000 everytime. Which I guess means I know other stuff too,

But in real life no cares. Some do. The people I surround myself with do, cause they think it's sad but funny. But it seems the fact that I can name two shows with Erin Gray in the 1980's or that Joel Higgins was on a show after Silver Spoons called Best of the West.

By the way it was Buck Rogers and Silver Spoons.

So anyway looking for the Punky Brewster theme song Or the movie Brewsters Millions with Richard Pryor and John Candy. Send me e-mail.

Or which Cory was in Stand By Me?

Or what was the Sausage King of Chicago's name?

Or which Cheer star was in The Empire Strikes Back?

Just email me. It's ratteling around in my head. Like a plague.

And now your sad sad moment of Zen

:: Matt 12:11 AM [+] ::
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:: Friday, June 27, 2003 ::
Been Down.

Hod no internet lately. Apparently something with something wasn't registered right into the big computer. So we called they they took the thing and made the thing work. So we have internet again

Here's what I learned while not having the internet for a while. There are other things to do. Like I could write on either of the two screenplays I'm working on. (one's writing itself I should add, that's a new happenstance.) Or I could watch TV. Or some commentaries I've been meaning to get around to. Or I could actually get a full 8 hours sleep. That's pretty damn amazing.

But I love internet, obviously I just manages to gorp about 3 hours out of my day. EVERY day. My three hours before work consist of reading (andf occasionally answering) e-mail then all my favrotie movie gossip sites, a star Wars site or 2, Lileks (link on them left) and some MLB.com action. By then it's time to shower and go to work.

After work, I'm talking online or playing Galaxies.... ( I know, I know, give it a few more weeks and ALL the bugs should be gone.) Frankly I'm amazed too.

The internet is a great source of info or helping out people with similar interests and not leastly giant wastes of time.

Like my moment of Zen.
:: Matt 3:20 PM [+] ::
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:: Friday, June 20, 2003 ::
On Writing.... But first

All right, I didn't want to have to do it. I'm not a gossip monger. To be truthful I didn't even believe it when I heard about it. But I just gotta... so I will.

Ashton and Demi.

I mean I dig, Ashton. He's funny. That 70's Show and and his crazy Punk'd show on MTV. He honestly makes me laugh. But JESUS he's schnarking Demi Moore. How does this happen? It's not like he's the Leo DiCaprio. This guy did Dude, Where's My Car.

Perhaps I'm jealous, she IS hot. But you know what, I love Bruce Willis. And yes, I understand they divorced and all but.... I could never get on Bruce's bad side. That guy's my guy. I watched him since Moonlighting. Die Hard 12 monkeys. I dig this guy.

But now... he's come out and said he's happy for her? And now, thing, of all things he showed up and the Charlie's Angels premiere with her, the kids and Ashton? How did this happen are the planets colliding? Is the moon turning to blood? Just like in Demi's movie the Seventh Sign?

I'm done talking about it.

Only to say that when it comes to Demi and Ashton... you know who's in control of that relationship. She's prolly really naughty in bed.

Sorry about that.

Writing.

I actually like writing. I like the kilickety klack of the keyboard. I like watching words appear. Forming thoughts and ideas. And I think that sometimes... my ideas are worth putting out there. Despite what you think about the above.

But writing is hard. I'm in the middle of Draft four... well technically I'm just starting draft four but it's been about 2-4 months of prep work. Coming up with a fresh idea on something you've all ready written can be difficult especially when bits of the draft 3 you love. But sometimes you have to bolloks and shove it out the window and rethink your idea.

But I'm into draft four and I just stare at the screen alot thinking. Waiting for something brilliant to be written. So I write and it's only okay so I highlight it, delete it and try again. Then I think "I know what I WANT to write. Why won't it happen!" You think stuff like "I want this scene to be like the scene in Godfather II when Michael catches Kay with the kids and shuts the back door on her." But it turns out to the ostrich scene in Dude, Where's my Car.

And I have to be in a mood to write, I think. Can't just sit down with an idea and go. Well, I guess I can. That's what my blog is anyway. 20 minutes of writing down the passing thought I had. So I guess it could be better. But then it's not as fun. Suddenly it becomes arduous. And I want it to be fun. I want to just write the phrase "Geez Arduous looks like it's spelled wrong... what a wierd word." Without then researching why arduous is spelled so odd. (which I tried to look up but to no avail.)

But I have to be in a mood to write. Especially to help convey the mood of the scene. If someone's trying to be in love than I have to put my place there. If someone's getting sexed up it helps to be a little randy. And that can take it out you more than staring at the glowing screen. Emotionally and physically.

But the results. When you've actually written something people like... you kinda feel smart. I actually put words together in a way people thought was cool and I feel cool because it. Cause often times I find myself unarticulate with my mouth. My mouth gets ahead of my brain. Only the keyboard can keep up and I love it. We're like in synch. Not at all like Backstreet.

You saw that coming didn't you?

And then, cursor flashing, I wonder where was this going? What was point of this? Then I look at my thesis... oh yeah.... geez writing is hard.

:: Matt 11:40 AM [+] ::
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:: Thursday, June 19, 2003 ::
I know I know I know I know

I haven't written. I was just up and running and now I'm down again. I 'm sorry... there was moving, then Vegas again, and then the stupid beta thing that I'm not allowed to talk about and work and my sis' birthday and well... just... work. Plus my screenplay, draft 4, which I've got to have written by the end of summer cause I think we've finally found the hook. And it will work.

Some other interesting movie news, The Spyglass films production company, which has held the rights to The Hitchhikers movie is finally moving forward again after pausing for a few years to morn Douglas Adams. If you've never read these books... get on the farkin' ball.

I should prolly mention a bit about my view on this Sammy Sosa thing. Everyone seems to be sure he had a pretty good idea what the fark he was doing when he grabbed the bat. This guys been in a slump he might wanted a bit of juice. But from all accounts this guys got like a hundred bats he could have mistook. I'm not saying he's innocent... no one will ever know for sure except Sammy ... but to come back from a 7 suspension after being out all ready a lot of this season and hit a dinger out of the park.... well ... it says a lot about this man's dedication to the game.

but enough about Baseball. I've been watching Movies galore lately... just not reviewing them on the other site. But I'll get to it. Tommorow's blog: Writing.

And now you're moment of Zen, which I actually saw in Vegas.



:: Matt 4:40 AM [+] ::
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