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.: June 2008
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Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Random Notes from the man himself. Here's some thoughts I've had this week-. Big up to all my people who came through for my birthday! I've started work on my first 'real' script gig. Its a girls volleyball movie, not exactly my natural forte but I've got a good grip on it and a new way of telling the same old sports movie. It should be a fun romp and if it ever makes it to the screen, I hope I'm there for the casting of tons of hot 18 year old girls. Good times. The NBA draft i...
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.: January 2009
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Wednesday, January 21, 2009. My lil you tube video. Http:/ www.youtube.com/watch? Enjoy- PS I would set up the video on the blog but I don't have a second to do it. Screw it, just watch the clip already. Links to this post. Man, life is crazy. but you've heard that before. Well, for anyone who cares here's what's happened lately-. Yep, I'm going down the long path to marriage with the lady I love. Good times. I've been working out and I'm getting stronger. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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.: August 2008
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Thursday, August 28, 2008. Man, what a world. I've been pretty f'ing busy. Sorry I haven't posted, I guess I've put too much time into work and other bullshit instead of writing this blog. Man I suck. I promise that next week, I will update at least three times. (kind of like how I need to work out three times). Thanks for being cool. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Tag- My short film. The Caprices of a 20 Something. Man, what a world. View my complete profile.
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.: I might have a new job... maybe
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008. I might have a new job. maybe. Monday morning I came into work and got a phone call. It was Patt, my champion, my job pimp. She had a new lead for an assistant in visual effects, her department. She asked if I wanted to take a stab at it. I said sure. Do I want the job? Sure That doesn't sound very convincing right? But who knows, maybe I won't get it after all and I won't have to worry about making a choice. Or maybe Bonnie will buy my script, making all of this null....
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.: December 2007
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Friday, December 21, 2007. Christmas is LAME. LAME in all CAPS. I know that people love them some X-Mas, but I feel like it’s a bunch of stupid traditions and capitalism meant to boost 4th quarter sales numbers for the US economy. Call me the Grinch or Scrooge. I’m all that times 40 this year. Yes Christmas, that magic time where people-. Max out their credit cards. 8220;Go get your check book? 8221; I’m screwed. Maybe I can buy Christmas gifts with the Bloomingdales gift card he gave me.). And even if I...
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.: Crazy Times call for Crazy Measures
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Friday, September 5, 2008. Crazy Times call for Crazy Measures. Man, what a crazy couple of months it has been. Up and down, sideways, all directions. Let's run down a list of recent developments, shall we. Like pulling rabbits out of hats? Sawing a girl in half? Call Chris Angel assholes, I'm no magician. I am loosely involved in producing this bull riding reality TV show that I have no interest in doing. I just got an email today that someone is interested in it. but I'm not. Now I have to ...As I get ...
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.: July 2008
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008. Music that I like today. Man, what do you write blogs about if you've got absolutely nothing going on in your life besides writing a shitty PG script for a bunch of assholes, sitting in an empty office for 12 hours a day, thinking about how you are getting old, never trying anything new and preparing to spend the rest of your life in a never ending loop of bullshit? I guess you write about music. PANDA BEAR- PERSON PITCH. ANIMAL COLLECTIVE- STRAWBERRY JAM. Samples and noise cut ...
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.: September 2008
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008. I might have a new job. maybe. Monday morning I came into work and got a phone call. It was Patt, my champion, my job pimp. She had a new lead for an assistant in visual effects, her department. She asked if I wanted to take a stab at it. I said sure. Do I want the job? Sure That doesn't sound very convincing right? But who knows, maybe I won't get it after all and I won't have to worry about making a choice. Or maybe Bonnie will buy my script, making all of this null....
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.: February 2008
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008. A heart warming story. I’m in desperate need of a heart warming story. You know the type, one of those stories that make you cry with tears of joy, thankful that you get to live in this crazy world. Stories like Forrest Gump, Finding Neverland or Amelie; stories that are so close to reality but just outside the realm of the average negative day. Something that just sticks to your insides and won’t let you forget about it. I want to write that type of movie! Links to this post.
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.: April 2008
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008. When I was in college, April Fool’s was my favorite day of the year. My roommate Vogel and I would play practical jokes on every single person we knew, including each other. I could write an entire book about the evil jokes we played on people. shit that might be a good idea! Ah the good ol’ days. There is one completely evil joke that sticks out in my mind. She walked in and handed the note to me, I opened it, read it over quickly and put it in a drawer. The look on her face was ...