March 2

Media: NONE.

Music: If by amazing rock and roll you mean new mixes of The Wizard’s Keys you are correct!

Comedy: Nope, except watching someone make an ass of himself on our talkbacks.

Food/Drink: A gentleman created pancakes out of thin air and pancake mix. A little burger for lunch and a nice healthy bit of tuna for dinner.

Family: Rocco and I spend the day together. Mom was there for a stretch. Then Sofia was procured from school and the little ones had a relaxing time with the latest Scooby-Doo flick.

Friends: The X-Factor is back in effect. Our lovely and quite competitive softball team that’s been around almost a decade now had our first game of the year. Was great to see everyone, especially Jon Brinson, who is recovered from a decimated ACL.

Work: Chipped away at stuff, hampered by kids but I ain’t complaining.

Art: The latest Art Jam is done and photographed. Will be on CHUD today.

Goodies: Zero purchases.

Screenwriting: Nope.

Projects: A step further in possibly being at SXSW in a different capacity than I’ve ever been in before. One with the ability to affect change!

Minutia: I am having the bitch of a time writing my review for The Adjustment Bureau.

Activity: Loads. A little weight work and cardio and then a surprisingly active game of softball. I batted #2 and went 4-5 with two doubles, a triple, and a single. 5 RBI. The one out I made was on a screamer that the left fielder caught above his head near the fence. I was all over the basepaths and making very good contact. Even some of the hulks on the team were quite impressed. Played 2nd base and was surprised to not get much action.

Ailments: For a change, no.

Shrink’s Chair: I seriously and honestly hope that some discovery or event disproves a lot of religions.

Asshole(s) of the Day: Me, for letting an IM conversation scuttle a large chunk of vital productivity time while my kid napped. IM convo got resolved… kid woke up! Fuck you Nick!

True Trivia: One of my longest running and best friends of many years out of the blue stopped talking to me a few years ago. No returned calls. No explanation. Just stopped. I’ve gone through a few changes of heart about it. First I was baffled, then rethought our history wondering what I did wrong, then wanted to fuck him up, then just wanted to start fresh. Now, I’m torn between wanting to fuck him up and give him a hug.

Link of the Day: Lewis Smith’s Acting Academy. Remember this guy? I love him!

Looking ahead to tomorrow: The Flying Biscuit! Softball! Prohibition! Loads of writing! Lifetime Fitness! Wife’s out of town so I can have the Rhodesian Ridgeback in the bed!

The Day’s Rating:


Out of a Possible 5 Stars


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