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12 Months: Back to Back
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A blog of failure. Realization. And humility. Friday, January 2, 2009. That's right, people. Two days in a row of eating healthy and writing for at least one hour. I feel like Hercu-fucking-les. Now that we're done with the sunshine and rainbows, let's get to ugly truth. I have no story to tell. I think this has been my biggest hurdle all along. While there are ideas floating around in my head that occasionally (and temporarily) tickle my fancy, there's no story I want to tell. To tell these stories.
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12 Months: Rock and Motherfucking Roll
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A blog of failure. Realization. And humility. Wednesday, October 22, 2008. Rock and Motherfucking Roll. In case you haven't heard the big news, Chinese Democracy is finally scheduled to drop. November 25th. Of this year. About fucking time, Axl. About fucking time. But even with the second coming of Mr. Rose, can we save rock n' roll? Is it even salvageable? Amy fucking Whinehouse and the Jonas fucking brothers. I weep for the music of today. It sucks. Chinese Democracy is a great start, and hopefully a ...
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12 Months: Retirement
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A blog of failure. Realization. And humility. Monday, February 2, 2009. I think I hinted at this with my last blog post, but now I'm just going to come right out and say it - I'm not cut out to be a writer. I just don't have the discipline to churn out spec after spec in hopes of getting a sale and a foot in the door. I envy those of you who do. Keep on keeping on, you bastards. I'll see you around. February 4, 2009 at 2:35 PM. There are so many people out there who says that you can if you want to.
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12 Months: 2009
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A blog of failure. Realization. And humility. Monday, December 22, 2008. I've slacked. Oh, how I've slacked. I'm good at slacking. It's what I do. It's what I've always done. When I worked for the man, I could crank out a week's worth of productivity in about six hours. Tops. Then I'd spend the rest of the day listening to everyone tell me how awesome I was, and proceed to spend the rest of the week doing absolutely nothing. What I'm trying to say is - I can slack like a mother fucker. Will I fail again?
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12 Months: Regular Updates. For Realz.
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A blog of failure. Realization. And humility. Thursday, January 8, 2009. Regular Updates. For Realz. I'm updating regularly again. Enjoy it while it lasts. Still writing an hour a day and eating healthy. I think the stars have aligned in 2009 - for this first week, at least. Don't expect this streak continue for much longer, I can already feel boredom creeping up on me. I feel like I broke the opening of a script I've been trying to work on, and it feels really good right now. Los Angeles, California.
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12 Months: No More Movies
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A blog of failure. Realization. And humility. Sunday, November 11, 2007. I hadn't planned on writing about the strike. To somehow discuss the impact it's having on my plans to break into the industry, when professional writers are out there making real sacrifices to their livelihood would have been self-absorbed, in my opinion. And while I usually have no qualms with putting myself above others, I genuinely respect a lot of these guys. I did do some thinking, however - about how I could make a difference.
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12 Months: Three-peat!
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A blog of failure. Realization. And humility. Sunday, January 4, 2009. Still trying to find my story, but I'm continuing to write for at least an hour a day and eat healthy. That's three days in a row, gotta be some sort of world record for me. And I know, I know - I'm totally being a fag when it comes to this whole "I need to find my story" thing. Believe me, I know. It pains me to be such a slobbery vag like this. There's a little voice on one shoulder, "Just fucking write! Sit down and write, Jesus!
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12 Months: Anonymous Douchebaggery and Me!
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A blog of failure. Realization. And humility. Tuesday, January 29, 2008. Anonymous Douchebaggery and Me! I love the smell of pussy in the morning. And not just the kind with freshly shaven hair, either. The kind with pent up, latent homosexual rage and a hard on for moi. That's quite alright, though. It gives them some purpose in life - and who am I to deny them that? Hate on, little fella. Hate on. My friendly neighborhood cockbag who's been leaving the comments does have a point, however. I am a gem!
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12 Months: Eyes Wide Shut
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A blog of failure. Realization. And humility. Wednesday, January 23, 2008. I kept wondering what would be an appropriate comeback post after such a long hiatus, and I think I've finally figured out. See, about a year or so ago, something really strange started happening to my body. Something that had never happened before, and something that defied explanation. Whenever my champagne cork pops, my eyes squeeze shut. You know how you do when you taste something sour or when your eye stings? Pussy I can't b...
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12 Months: Hollywood Bound Opening
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A blog of failure. Realization. And humility. Saturday, November 10, 2007. Just a quick note to let you guys know we have an opening in our online screenwriting group. I already have a couple people in mind that would be a good fit with the group, but wanted to mention it in case some of you wanted to apply to be in the running. Just drop me an email. Over the next couple days with a writing sample if you do. Tomorrow: The Ex Files, Episode 2. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Los Angeles, California.
