Showing posts from June, 2010


I see this video and I have this sudden desire to visit the nearest Brooks Brothers store.

It's Tiger Time

I want to congratulate the first-placeDetroit Tigers on their win today over the Minnesota Twins.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, say it nice and slow, "the first-place Detroit Tigers."

Doesn't it just seem like those words were always meant to be together?

Shaving Wisdom + Fatherly Advice

Once upon a time, when I was in my teens and still learning about the manly art of shaving, I asked my Dad if those new (at the time) razors with two blades were any better than the single blade ones that he used. He told me then that the only time a man ever needs two blades in his razor is when the first one is dull.

A quarter of a century later, my Dad has left this world. However, I still think of him when I see these displays for new razors with an ever increasing number of blades. They always promise a closer, smoother shave. However, there's never been one that does the job any better than one blade that is actually sharp.

Thanks, Dad!

This Convention Is For The Birds

There appears to be a convention of birds outside my bedroom window right now. It is nothing if not an uproarious group of feathered creatures.

If I understand their debate correctly, they seem quite upset over BP being refered to as a "bird brained" operation.

World Cup

The FIFA World Cup is happening these days. It's rather big deal around most of the world. However, like 99% of all Americans, my interest in soccer is fairly minimal.

Regardless, I have to admit that the game does have a few things going for it. I mean, just look at the fans who show up to cheer their team on to victory.

Please Shoot Me

I hate when I'm 3/4 of the way through a film synopsis, only to realize that my script needs yet another re-write because of a major (and highly improbable) cliche in my plot. Why didn't I notice this before?

Ladies and gentlemen, you probably won't see me at all this weekend.

Update @ 2:08 p.m.
At this point, the only thing that is keeping me from slashing my wrists is daydreaming about where I'll go once this project is done. I hear that Wenceslas Square is lovely this time of year.

Okay - back to my writing.

I Hate Film Treatments

I have come to learn many things as I endeavor to make my next film. One of them is that writing a treatment for a film, which is usually only 40 pages, actually requires more effort than writing a 100 page script.

This, my friends, is irony.

My Father's Day

I got a Father's Day card in the mail from State Sen. Tupac Hunter today. Does the good senator know something that I don't?

Blackberry is a Stupid "Smart" Phone

I got the Blackberry Curve from Sprint a couple of months ago. I like the phone itself. I also like the Sprint network - never a dropped call and good connections everywhere that I go. The software that comes with it, however, is another thing altogether.

To put it quite simply, I've come to the conclusion that "sync" and "update" are Blackberry code speak for "waste lots of your time."

Lots and lots of time.

After I had only had it for a week or so, I tried to synchronize my music files between my desktop and phone. Funny thing is, every time I did so, a couple of songs disappeared by from my playlists. I was annoyed and stopped trying to sync my phone for awhile.

I lost my ear buds last week and hadn't had a chance to replace them. Since I wasn't going to listen to any music, I figured I might as well sync my calendar, contacts and task list. I asked myself: how bad could it be?

Here's a quick rundown of what happened when I tried to sync…

BP Admits the Obvious

Tony Hayward, chief executive officer of BP, admitted to The Financial Times that his company was not ready to respond to a deep-water oil spill.

In other shocking news, Mr. Hayward also admitted that the Earth really is round and that Britney Spears is no longer a virgin.

Oil Spill in the Gulf Gets Worse

I spoke with one of my uncles over the weekend. He lives in Florida. In spite of the fact that he is ten miles inland from the Gulf of Mexico, he says that he can still smell crude oil when he steps outside.

To say that this is sad and depressing is an understatement. Perhaps even worse, is how preventable this thing was.

Thank You, Internet

A list of the fifty hottest bikini photos from Victoria's Secret recently appeared in my in-box, complete with photos. Alessandra Ambrosio, Miranda Kerr, and Marisa Miller were all well represented along with a bevy of other beauties.

I would like to take a moment to give thanks for my internet connection.