A Nice Hard Slap –  Emails Drafts of the Dead.

I’m sitting here and Microsoft Outlook prompts me to AutoArchive my old items, which I do because that program has fucked me enough times to know not to test its flimsy chassis. It’s bad enough that half the times I open the program I’m told it didn’t close properly, though there’s only so many ways one can either click the “X” in the corner or choose “exit” from the drop-down menu. I go through my folders cleaning out as much of the junk that I can, pointless emails from studio reps with ten megs of images from some stupid DVD release and whatnot, and rediscover my DRAFTS folder. I click inside and am reminded of three years of unsent, unfinished missives written in anger, discouragement, or misspent positivity. Emails I started writing with the best and worst intentions that somehow never fired off. Oftentimes to my luck as the bad
feelings soon subsided and cooler heads prevailed.

Still, I wonder about all those people who die before their time and the unsent email drafts that’ll never reach their intended target. There’s a movie pitch in there somewhere. Unsent love letters, confessions, and death threats. Ideas for songs, movies, and terrorist acts. Gossip, revelations, and the truth about male pattern sadness.

As opposed to my bitching out lazy friends, promising screenplay deliveries, and information for as-yet unreleased press releases. I pale in comparison but I can’t help but wonder what amazing shit we’re being denied.

- Nick Nunziata is going to send one of these at random, just to get a reaction.

Before I go, here’s the latest thing I’m adding to the blog. Each day I blog I’ll have a song, a piece of artwork, a photo, a Mary Worth, or something to further justify your click and to give the trolls a little more ammo. Today, the latest out of our SuperHero and SuperVillain Notebook, Silent Violent:

Art by Nick Nunziata.