Writing

I've been writing a lot lately. As is always the case when I've been productive for a while, I felt like doing some mindless busy work to make it feel like I was accomplishing something while actually doing little more than killing time between now and the grave. In that vein I decided to print out the latest copies of all the scripts I've started in the last few years and organize them together in a binder.

Once I had done so, the first thing I realized was that this binder is now heavy enough that I could easily beat someone to death with it. The second thing I realized was that doing so would probably be the most productive thing that is likely to happen with this material.
-TC

Transformers

Alright, I'll admit that there's a ten year old boy inside me, and no matter how much I may fight it, I still have an overwhelming impulse to see movies based on things from my childhood, like super hero films and the like. But at least I've reached the point where I can usually wait until they've come out on DVD so I can experience my shame in private. And I knew when I rented Transformers 2 from Netflix that I was making a terrible life choice, but I had no idea just how bad an idea this was. All I can say is that I'm less than 15 minutes in and already there has been a flatulent robot.

Michael Bay, if you're reading, I'm embarrassed for both of us.

-TC

Highs and Lows

I came home to New England for the weekend, and I thought I would give a quick rundown on the highs and lows of my day here in small town USA. On the high side, within hours of waking up this morning I had a stranger tell me I was handsome, then had an attractive young woman give me a free cookie in exchange for flashing my winning smile. (I'd like to gloat about how dreamy this sort of thing might suggest me to be, but sadly I don't think that the title of Most Attractive Man in Walpole, New Hampshire is as difficult to attain as one might imagine.)

And on the low side, I went into an empty house and saw my first free-standing urinal in a residential home. Not, I should point out, in a bathroom. Just sitting there off the kitchen. Western Civilization at it's finest.
-TC

Master Race

Today I saw a man walking down the street with a cat sitting on his head, and a very nice homless man informed me that I "ain't no master race, bitch." Or, as we say in New York, it's Monday.
-TC

Yelps

Today I was reading The New York Times, and there was a story about a supreme court case where a man is accused of distributing images of animal cruelty for including scenes of a dogfight in a documentary. As part of his defense, his lawyers counted "at most, 25 seconds containing yelps." Some go to law school for the money, others to fight for social justice. I wonder if these people went in hoping they'd get the chance to sit with a stopwatch so they could stand before the supreme court seriously arguing over exactly how many dog yelps constitute animal cruelty from a legal standpoint. Still, better than being the bankruptcy attorney advertising on the subway.
-TC

Steve Jobs

Being a massive dork, I spent part of the day reading a live blog covering Apple's iPod announcement, once again helmed by Steve Jobs. I'm glad to see that Liver 2.0 seems to have launched without incident.

-TC

Finished

The big project I've been working on for the past two months is finally going in the mail today, which means I can have my social life back at long last. Or, to be more accurate, I can sit at home not talking to anyone again at long last. Living the dream.
-TC