A Holiday Ode to Julia Roberts

I stopped in Connecticut for some mystic pizza
Making me late for my best friends wedding.
A grand affair for america’s sweetheart
Whose favorite catch phrase is, I love trouble.
Her fiancé let us all in on his conspiracy theory
While she defended her case like erin brokovich.
She reluctantly confessed to sleeping with the enemy.
Still hoping for the chance to become a stepmom
She forced some tears to get herself off the hook
No longer under the spell of her mona lisa smile
His heart was as hard as steel magnolias.
Refusing to be known as a runaway bride
She professed her love while moving in closer.
He turned and fled to notting hill.
Leaving us all with something to talk about.
Left all alone, she cried like she was dying young.
At the end of the day, I guess everyone says I love you
When looking into the eyes of a pretty woman.



God Bless Julia Roberts!!!!!!!

The Devil Wears Prada

Bored out of my mind and climbing the walls because an intense project I was working on came to an abrupt end, I forced myself out of my friends home in Brooklyn and graced the Cobble Hill Cinema in Brooklyn with my presence.

I've heard nothing but good things about The Devil Wears Prada, but I still carried worry into the theatre with me. I hoped this movie wouldn't take one of my favorite actresses of all times and make her look like she was the lead in a lifetime special. Thankfully, It didn't. I actually did read one negative review, but the overall feel, from actual humans, not bitter reviewers, was "It's all good." May I never lose my ability to just plain out enjoy a movie to the secret jealous caverns in my writers mind. I hope I don't posses secret jealous caverns.

Meryl Streep as Miranda Priestly was a divine affair to watch, especially the hair. The hair was bad ass.

I don't have a bad thing to say. Even if I searched deep within the crevices of my inner cynicism, I'd come up with nothing. This is what movies do for me....I was feeling lost in direction, bored, tired didn't know my next step, career wise. I left the theatre aspiring to find a Miranda Priestly (or maybe a little softer version of) to work for, with or whatever. A challenge is a beautiful thing.

Anne Hathaway as Andy Sachs, the fashion challenged wannabe journalist, law school drop out who must learn to take her job seriously, even though it's fashion and not "real" journalism.....Great! Her big inquisitive eyes made her a perfect fit for this role. Don't get me wrong, Andy Sachs ability to go from flats to heals in less than 60 seconds was a bit of a stretch, but that might be my own issue as I was forced to wear heals as a bridesmaid in a wedding, over five years ago and I'm just now able to wear those actual heals without crying or walking like I suffer from rickets. Heals do lift things to such nice proportions, but damn, they hurt.

Even Mr. Stanley Tucci, the forever sidekick, B-list , very talented acTOUR was a gem as Nigel, the loyal to a fault, art directing, right hand, mirl (man/girl), to Miranda Priestly. Mr. Tucci, slides into the craziest roles and make them his own. He is a "that guy" for sure, as he is one of the most steady working, under billed actors in Hollywood. But at least he doesn't have to wait tables in between gigs.

The fashion icon cameos were subtle and few and far between. They weren't used to draw interest, just used to add validity to the power of Miranda Priestly as editor of "Runway", one of the top fashion magazine's in the world. Very nice.

Go Patricia Field, you accessorized the hell out of this movie. Our three leading ladies, Miranda, Andy and Nigel were dressed to death. And I'm the last to pay attention to clothes in a film (Unless it's a period piece of course), but Miranda and Andy were undeniable. Patricia field had quite the challenge, considering, fashion was the focus of the movie. She rose and rose to the occasion, I can only imagine how many bottles of Tylenol the Wardrobe department went through. I think the last movie I distinctly noticed the garb on an actress was Stepmom. Julia Roberts, to quote my Grandfather, was SHARP! And I thought, how strange I noticed.

The best for me.....Miranda Priestly's ability to get everyone to jump high into the sky without ever changing the tone of her voice. A gift most, fail to possess. Working in the world of film production, I really admire, power without kicking and screaming. So nice.

The cast, especially Ms. Streep, carried The Devil Wears Prada, up and over the moon.

The Devil Wears Prada is a must see. Great Comedy! Great Summer release. And did I mention how great it was to see Meryl Streep. It's always great, isn't it?

SUPERMAN RETURNS

Three words....

An Instant Classic......As far as I'm concerned.

My love for Superman takes me back to my childhood. A time where I found refuge from adult angst and pain in the fantasy (but really real) worlds of Paradise Island and Metropolis. Wonder Woman and Superman were my subconscious saviors and 28 years later I still find comfort in these heroes and their make believe worlds.

So going in, I thought.... No one can top Christopher Reeve as Superman. And how dare they attempt. Arms crossed, lips twisted, standing my bullheaded ground as I was herded into the theatre with the rest of the cattle-like, eager movie goers. Who later proved to be rude, loud fools who just wanted to see some ACTION! Not interested in STORY! Well then go see X-men 3, all the bang, bang, fire and explosions a kid could hope for sans the depth.
So holding my breath as the house lights dimmed, I began my journey into the reincarnation of Superman 2006.
I stand before Warner Bros. and Bryan Singer....humbled, quieted and pleased as punch at the return of Superman. Bravo and well done. Bryan Singer is one hell of a director...he takes the impossible and makes it flow like water over pebbles in a river. For example...X-men and X2. His sensitivity, unlike Luther Vandross' song, does not get in the way, it actually helps him to create classics in the new millennium...How nice. Here is a movie I'll be able to sit down and watch, happily, with my (yet to be conceived) children.

Kate Bosworth as Lois scared me initially....bowled over, post viewing of Superman.
The dude who played Cyclops in X-men, James Marsden as Lois Lane's man.......disturbed initially as he is like an Orange County, weight obsessed, spoiled boy Cyclops in X-men, turned out to be quite the capable suitor, in Superman.
Kevin Spacey as Lex Luther.....Good in theory, Great in the can (on film).
Parker Posey (love that name) as Kitty, Lex Luther's partner in crime, wasn't to shabby either.

and Mr. Brandon Routh as Superman....author, author man...you did it. You were able to make a blue and red spandex suit look normal, good even. Small number of humans who can do that.
I laughed, I cried, I was pleasantly surprised by plot twists. Goosebumps and chills ran through my body as Superman did what he does best....Save foolish humans who, in the face of danger, freeze like Deer caught in headlights.

I intend on seeing it again in the imax theatre, far from the hood. I went to a hoodrat theatre in Brooklyn and honey child....cell phones ringing, babies crying, loud brotha's commentary, bags of (not theatre) food rattling and the two girls who sat next to me who I guess never learned the ever so gentle art of whispering, was way too much for this serious Superman fan. Seriously. And let me just add....if you can't go two hours without checking your cell phone then you are into some serious s&%# and might want to consider, NOT, attending a movie, EVER. Turn the damn thing off and leave it off....it's two little hours. Obstetricians and Cardiologists are excused.

After the credits started rolling, a young brotha' who I'm sure is still pleased with the laughs he collected in the theatre earlier today, hollers out...."Batman was better" and all the uneasy followers of the crowd laughed, long and hard.

OUTRAGEOUS!

Yet still, Superman was a pleasure. A brand new bundle of joyful entertainment. I look forward to more. Ahhhh it's always nice to have something to look forward to, necessary for the soul.

EXHALE!!!!!!

Pay Bryan Singer whatever necessary to have him direct Wonder Woman.....pahhleasssseeeee.

Second official year of Los Angeles livin'

The five people you meet, your first year in Los Angeles if you're me:

Porn Star (in a house in the valley.) or more like a Porn Actress - "Star" is a bit generous.
Semi-retired (quite high) rap star.
A soon to be divorced swinger.
A waiter you think you know...but you just remember him from some old movie...
A couple of extra-drunk girls (in the bathroom stall) trying to level themselves out with an altoid can full of coke.

Ohhhh La La land......


I ain't mad at cha'

Happy Aniversary to me.... THE SECOND YEAR!


I'm bringing in my second year anniversary of my move to Los Angeles, here in New York...that's right. And bummed out that I'll be going back at the end of the week. I'm sure once I get back I'll start to appreciate some things about the land of plastic...ie...not running from big hunks of trash swirling around the street and not having to holding my breath when some fool sneezes and coughs in my direction, on the subway. Trying to find a different exit from the subway, because a rat the size of a small dog felt the need to dash out at the moment I looked up. Gross....but again I'll say..I'm willing to deal with it for the love of NYC.

Let's see..The five people you meet your second year in Los Angeles.....is just about the same as the first year, except I learned to avoid going to barbeques in strange homes in the valley, hence I was spared the porn actress scene. Oh and I've met at least 400 film producers. :-)

New York, New York

I am back. Working, living, drinking, loving and just lost in the wonders of NYC. I left Los Angeles like I was on the run from the law. I'm not back as in....packed up all my stuff. I'm back as in, coordinating an independent feature film. And although independent feature films have a tendency to be ABSOLUTELY HELLIFIED in the amount of things you are supposed to get done with zero dollars and zero time....I AM LOVIN' IT!

I've cried, I'm working 13 to 15 hour days, six to seven days a week, where I'm so amped up after work I can't fall asleep for hours. Meaning I get about 2 to 3 hours of sleep a night. Again I'll say....I AM LOVIN' IT!

I love the people I work with. LOVE. And for me that is the key. I will draw my own blood for you in the name of love be it work or professional. I have a major problem working, well better yet, we will have a major problem if I attempt to work..just for the dough. I've taken a pay cut (Good God!) and have accepted four times the amount of responsibility, and for some strange masochistic reason.....I AM LOVIN' IT!

1. My car is parked, garaged in Los Angeles...lurve it!
2. I can walk across the street from my office, to the hole in the wall pizza joint...and grab a SLICE of heavenly pizza.
3. I have lost myself in work so I can remain distracted from the loss of my best friend.
4. Bacon and egg sandwiches.
5. Drinking wine on the balcony of badass highrise apartments with unbelievable views of the city.
6. Missing my subway stop and getting a little turned around in brooklyn because I fell asleep (drunk) on the train.

Making sure I fulfill all my four food group needs when I'm in NYC...Salt, Sugar, Caffeine and Fat.


I started this post before my body started to reject this lifestlye.....Ummm...it's used to existing off of Green tea, water, ice, veggies, bacon and Trader Joe's white cheddar popcorn and didn't take long to scold me for expecting it to quickly adjust to my NYC sinful food, liquor and partying ways. I've not been congested in two years and here I am....congested. From friends and co-workers who smoke in my face. Not to say the same doesn't go down in Cali, but I believe my immune system is able to fight it off when I'm not abusing it.

This post has taken me ten days to finish...I'm finishing now. Lost my voice. I've never lost my voice not in my entire major shit talkin' life. Los Angeles has softened me. The stress of this movie I'm working on doesn't help. The behind the scenes of this movie is driving me crazy. Friendships are going down the drain. Lovin' less and less the people I work with as they begin to love themselves less and less. Realizing I didn't know people as well as I thought or they don't know me as well as I thought. People are LOSIN' it and trying to make me lose it. But I'm a rock who, I believe, suffers from some serious emotional disorder. That I would subject myself to making less money and working five times as harder on an independent film where they expect us to subsist off of fritos and twizzlers is insane. Not to sound snobbish but me body, when worked far past it's limit needs things like, carrots, celery, maybe a little hummus, is that too much to ask when you're on your fourteenth day straight of working fourteen to fifteen hour days, everyday. Some healthy, not just bags and bags of chips. But again, I'm a sadomasochist. So there you have it. I have met some wonderful people which always gives me a boost. But my body is not agreeing with my sadomasochistic ways and I am SICK. No voice to speak of...get it...to speak of. Oh, isn't it great to find humor in my agony. I'm boiling water right now for some magical garlic concoction I'm about to force myself to drink and then.......SLEEEEEEP it off. I've got to get the immune system up and running so I can continue to abuse it.

Good night.

X-MEN 3 - The Last Stand

The last stand indeed....maybe. I had been living for the third installment of my beloved X-men. They were my beloved before the release of any major motion picture. I read the comics (collected more than read). I use to collect X-Men trading cards. And one of my favorite Sega Genesis games (back in the day) was X-men, Wolverine was my X-man of choice. The ability to heal oneself is priceless.

So...Now I have to find the next thing to live for because the release of X-MEN 3 hath cometh and goneth, in this beautiful memorial weekend.

I was a bit apprehensive going in, because this movie was given to Brett Ratner to direct. Brett Ratner got his start, his roots and all that stuff in the music video world. And having started my production days working on hellified music videos, I have a block with most music video directors, especially the wanna be cool and down ones. I like to describe the wanna be down ones as fathead opportunists who talk most shit about the hip-hop artists they use to get on the featured director map. Don't worry about being cool and down, just direct the damn video. I don't wanna knock this guys hustle. I'll go down in the books saying he's good at what he does, but X-MEN 3 could've been in a whole other category of great, had it been someone else. The director of the first two installments of X-MEN for example.

I liked the movie. I didn't love it like I loved the Matrix when I first saw it and had to watch it again immediately. What would have made me love it....more attention being paid to the emotional battles here over the explosions and car crashes. Now I'm not pointing any fingers but I'm led to believe we have Mr. Music Video Director to thank for the very explosive X-Men 3. We could play the whole movie replace the sound and play a prodigy song over it. Brett Ratner also directed Rush Hour, which is fine for action sans the emotion, I mean the stars were Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan. A match up made for action and comedy, not depth.

My review is going to be a bit biased because I just kept wondering how much better (in my opinion of better) X-men would have been had Bryan Singer, the original director been available to handle the (supposed) last installment of X-men.
There was little space for major disappointment for me because just seeing my super-duper X-Women Jean Grey and super-duper mutant villain Magneto gets a girl all excited. My two favorite characters hands down..as far as the movie release favorites. Historically for me it's Storm. Of course. Little black girl reading about great black woman who controls the weather. And though I love Halle Berry and am not knocking her hustle at all.....This Fox motion picture Storm is just too watered down for me to get excited over. Iman....now that's a Storm for your ass....but not for Hollywood. I get it. So by default and her own wonderfulness Famke Janssen as Jean Grey worked her way right to the top of my fanfare pot. I feel like she didn't get enough screen time (but that's my issue). Jean Grey as Phoenix, the most powerful mutant of all, is just too much excitement for me. So I'm glad (in a way) she didn't do too much, get me too excited otherwise I might have been asked to leave the theatre.


I'd like to get a hold of the screenplay because it seems like it was a great one. I enjoyed the movie. It was entertaining as a movie should be. But, this movie would have been mounds better had it been handled with more emotional care and less focus on the shoot'em up bang, bang. Not to say there was too much action. It's a comic book turned movie, action, I suppose is to be the focus. But action doesn't draw people in and keep them. It's just a temporary fix. Story keeps us. It was the non-action scenes. They lacked emotion and failed to show the intense struggle these characters (especially Dr. Jean Grey) were going through. I mean the dude (director) had some wonderful talent to work with. Who's better than Ian McKellan? Seriously. That guy is a master. Hugh Jackman is a joy, even as a difficult and rebellious self-healing mutant. Seriously, I love that guy. Rebecca Romjin is officially Mystique to me. She can be Pepper Dennis and a slew of other characters from here on in, but she put her foot in the role of Mystique and that's who she is. And Kelsey Grammer as beast sounds exciting. But wasn't really as exciting as I had hoped. (Love Frasier though.) And I need to find more of Famke Janssen's work, I've only seen her in one other movie, but I appreciate her existence in the film world, really I do. And love Phoenix/Jean Grey with long wild comic book hair, much better to me than the suburban wife haircut she rocked in the previous X-MEN.



X-MEN 3 - The last stand was good. I will watch it over and over like I do the other two but I will watch it as strictly action, almost like I watch a cartoon. This could've been a classic action movie shocker where it would've been steeped in emotion like Batman Begins. We were supposed to cry for Jean Grey, The Professor, Wolverine, Rogue, Magneto, Mystique and all the trials and tribulations, okay maybe not cry, but at least care. It all sped by too quickly to draw you in and make you care. It was almost like we were being shown flash cards of the intensity of these very emotional characters. But I don't want to show my nerd card and break it down to much, so let me just wrap this up.The little 5 and 6 year olds in the movie theatre enjoyed all the action. Us grown folks who like to check out in to the fantasy realm every once and a while, could've gone for a little more substance. Or maybe I'm just a nerd who's reading way too much into the X-men story, but that makes 50 million of us then.

Bummer, but not a total lost. I was left feeling a tad bit empty. I'm sure Brett Ratner did the best he could and again I don't like to knock anyone's hustle. Because I would've taken the gig too. I just would've asked for a lot of help, don't be afraid to ask for help Mr. Ratner. At least I don't want to find the director and beat him up. I have experienced those levels of disappointment. Oh well. Mr. Bryan Singer, I look forward to the release of Superman. (I believe the reason he was not available to continue directing his legacy of X-Men movies was because he was busy with Superman Returns, which Brett Ratner was originally attached to direct. Good Lord.) And if there is to be another X-Men (with all the box-office records broken, I suspect there will be.) Please be available to direct. Thank you!

And a Happy Belated Birthday to Magneto..Sir Ian McKellan - May 25

The Da Vinci Code

Caught a lovely Sunday crowded as hell afternoon showing of The DaVinci code. I say this every single time I go to a movie no matter what the outcome "Blessed are those who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed".

I had not signed on to the "The DaVinci Code" scandal. I have a block when it comes to mass hysteria novels. The Christmas gift novels...ie....Harry Potter, The Davinci Code, A Million Little Pieces, She's Come Undone, Lovely Bones, Wicked, The Five People You Meet in Heaven and The Celestine Prophecy. To name a few of the, "Everyone's gone mad for this book", club. In order for me to sign on, I either have to discover the book before the mass hysteria (Lucky for me I found "She's come undone", before the mass hysteria because I love it, love it, love it and would still be waiting around to read it had I not.) Five of the above mentioned are all books I want to read, but just can't because of my mass hysteria block. So needless to say I didn't really know the real deal of The Davinci Code, just the gist of it.

My love, respect and admiration for Sir Tom Hanks is what got me in to see the movie, because I had no urge whatsoever. (The free "Davinci Code", movie ticket courtesy of the Spiderman box set didn't hurt either) First of all the billboards scattered about Los Angeles for the movie did not draw me in at all. They look like some advertisement for an old Lifetime Television special.
I paid little attention to the media's coverage on the religious upset and all that jazz because I shut down. And I still can't believe I hadn't heard the specifics of the religious uproar, especially me, with my beliefs of women as the martyrs, the superior yet most abused, mistreated and taken for granted group of humans, sadly, even by ourselves.

After seeing the movie, I intend to read the novel. That's for damn sure. I could tell without reading the novel that this was a hard one to transfer to film. I'm sure if I had read the book first I would've been upset about all that was left out and how things should've been made clearer and yadda, yadda, but lucky for me I didn't and my interest in the book has been fueled by Ron Howard's interpretation of Dan Brown's work of fiction. The movie is getting mixed reviews. And I understand, but Dayna Clark, as general Jill Shmill audience, enjoyed the movie and all it's performers. Tom Hanks, Ian McKellan, Alfred Molina, Jean Reno. Love all these guys, these gifted actors.


Outside the theatre, there was a woman in a wheelchair with an elaborate spread of signs protesting The DaVinci Code...Denouncing the DaVinci Code. Just sparking everyone's curiosity, making everyone want to go see what all the hoopla is about. Her purpose and all the other protestors....fanning the box office sales flames.

In the world of fiction and movie fantasy women can be raped, cut into pieces, thrown from moving vehicles, stabbed, shot, raped again, have babies ripped from their wombs, all kinds of horrific things I could never imagine in my wildest writer's mind has happened to women on screen and in print.....But actually glorifying one and raising questions about a woman's role and worth in biblical times the way "The Davinci Code" did, causes protests and gasps from the religious masses. Sad State of Affairs.

Don't get me wrong, I get why it would cause protests, because it sure raised some questions in my mind. Even though it's supposed to be a work of fiction. But at the end of the day.....it's still supposed to be a work of fiction. A Hollywood adaptation of a novel, said to be a work of fiction. Protestor's just make folks feel there must be something to it.


All this to say....The Davinci Code is worth seeing and a reminder to the all too serious protestor's.....Richie Cunningham(Ron Howard) directed this movie, not documentary, movie. So relax and continue to believe what you believe and leave Hollywood to it's sinful ways. It's Hollywood, we're talking Poltergeist, Blair Witch, The Omen, The Exorcist....can't stop, won't stop!

Feliz Cumpleanos

1978 Jason Biggs (actor)

1969 Kim Fields

1968 Tony Hawk (skateboard star)

1966 Stephen Baldwin (actor)

1962 Emilio Estevez (actor)

1963 Vanessa Williams (actor- The New Jack City one.)

1961 Ving Rhames (actor)

1948 Steve Winwood (singer)

1939 Ron Ziegler (journalist)

1938 Susan Hampshire (actress)

1937 George Carlin

1936 Tom Snyder (broadcast journalist)

1929 Burt Bacharach (composer)

1925 Yogi (Lawrence) Berra (baseball)

1820 Florence Nightingale

and me!

This Entry..

reminds me of something a bill collector said to me in one of my numerous heated and accusatory phone calls with bill collectors and gym membership cults.

Me - "I don't have the money, it's plain and simple as that. You can't get blood from a stone."

Bill collector - "The walls of our banks are covered with blood we've gotten from stones"

Yes...I was on the phone arguing a friend's case....not even my own when I provoked one of the craziest comments ever, out of one of those pesky, persistent collectors.

In other words...I am my own bill collector, squeezing an entry out of me, so that I might shake myself out of this rut of sorts and start blogging again, because my lack of entries does not reflect a lack of "things happening" in my life.

Four major 'tings:

1. Survived (but still suffering from) an "Amazing Dumbass Race" aka " Dayna's suicide survival mission impossible" aka "In the name of commercial production" to Ciudad Valles in piss poor Mexico (by raggedy ass truck - not plane.)


2.Survived Coachella, a mega outdoor concert near hotter-than-hell, Palm Springs, with a Mexican parasite actively setting up shop in my spine and lower intestine and only a few rows of * Port-o-sans, for use by the 60,000 drugged and drunk college aged attendees, to comfort me. I did rock out to some cool artists and bands..had to excuse myself from the crowd when the drugged college kids around me started raising their fist for the struggle in unison to rapper, Kanye West. I couldn't take it. 'twas not the crowd for me to see Mr. A.D.D. hyperactive Kanye West live with, fer sure. I braved most performances alone as there were a hella' lot of bands and the variety of friends who were scattered across the fields of Coachella wanted to see bands whose serious bass playing and loud verbage, angered my spine- attached, hard-working mexican parasite.

Madonna, Kanye West, Common, Depeche Mode, Massive Attack, Digable Planets and my absolute fav...worth it all..Damian Marley (Jr. Gong). Those are the artists I caught on stage....no complaints. Except....Madonna's stage.....holy spumoni, I mean outrageously crowded and crazy but my love for Madonna gave me the strength to get right up in the madness, me and a friend (my birthday sister) braved the crazy ass crowds for a glimpse of that "in the shape of her life" Lucky Star.


3. I experienced my first racial slur(?) from a Mexican man, driving a pretty decent car, which I suppose he thought made him instantly superior to this "Black Bitch" who he damn near backed in to, as she strolled up the block she resides on, sipping her coffee (her being me.) Now I'll admit I played my part. I gave the "jerk off" sign to him because of his rude and dangerous actions and he played his part right back. His exact words - "Go back to the ghetto, you black bitch"..and for the first time in my history of dealing with racism....I laughed at a racial slur instead of getting angry. It was such a ridiculous assumption and comment, coming from a dude whose "peoples" are still pretty low on the work and finance food chain in America and then of course, after the nervous laughter..the disappointment in humanity, kicks in. Like, for real? Is this how it's going to go down? Obviously he and his peeps don't know what I know about noisemaking minorities in America...... I yelled back some ignorant stuff that I won't share. Though, I don't think it was too bad, considering his offense. Anyways, After driving 14 hours through the four levels of Mexico...Poor Poor, Dog Poor, Piss Poor and S%^$ poor, and picking up a friendly parasite who loves me as host, I have to say, I would take flight with my own wingless appendages trying to get the hell out of Mexico, were I a resident. I'm not even trying to go there for vacation after my life changing experience.
I said I was ending this didn't I.....okay....ending....right....now.

4. Due to the "Amazing Dumbass Race" I went on in the name of production, I have had to re-evaluate my life decisions and job decisions. I prefer to care and be cared about....if caring is a business flaw....then I stand before the work world.....FLAWED. So to find something more suitable to a chick that gives a damn about humans, I have taken on the responsibility of "Talent Manager extraodinaire", (the outrageous earning potential doesn't hurt either)....still working on the extraordinaire part and still working in commercial production to pay bills......oh these dream careers of mine.

It is said that we all have three careers inside of us.....

My first one was...Perennial college student. Bopping around here and there, doing what I wanted first and then handling business....ie.....late for my job because I was still on line for the MTV wannabe a VJ contest (nothing ventured......). That was me right up until......today.

In the great words of Madonna (human nature) - ABSOLUTELY NO REGRETS! (except failing to buy aol stock in the early 90's.)

Second one is writing (that's right...paid or not.)

And the third one......Artist (talent) management. It's my calling and I've run from it for years and I mean years (I've also run from the Artists). But with the recent shift of my life....childhood - over as of 3/20/2006 adulthood - beginning 5/8/2006, I'm ready, I suppose, to take on the R word....it's been banned from my vocabulary...just shown in some of my actions, but now I'll use it...RESPONSIBILITY....whew!!! that didn't hurt too much.

I'd like to push my official adulthood date back as well.....let's say 5/12/2006...a day of great importance in my life, every year since 1972. Yeah...4 more days to act like an irresponsible cooky bean and then....shuffllepapertime, begins...yawn, in a very on the edge of something new but, sh%& is really all the same, kind of way.

(Also went to see Mission Impossible on it's release date to see what all the hoopla was about.)

Damn I got a lot of blood from that stone.

footnote - I do not use port-o-sans...i'd rather go out in the wilds of nature and I did....scoopoftruth's the name...giving a scoop or so of the truth is the game.

In search of....

The will to care.


Going to Mexico for ten days or so. Hopefully I'll feel like blogging again when I get back.