- a dark place where one goes to insert suppositions and other soft bits.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry Christmas

That's right! Christmas. Not Happy Holidays. Not Season's Greetings. Merry Christmas. It's my time of year. You have yours, and I have mine, and it's Christmas. Mine has Jap oranges, chocolates, baby Jesus, donkeys, and a manger. Yours has whatever. I don't begrudge yours, please let me have mine. Whether you're a Jew, a Muslim, or a ferret, I really don't care, I'm going to wish you a Merry Christmas. Are you really offended? Really? Why would you care? Don't be a complete asshole. Take the plug out and give yourself an egg-nog enema.

It's a time of peace and goodwill for Christ's sake.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

time's revocation of death encounters rejection

I was thinking about my screenwriting career so far, and it dawned on me; I don't have a will.

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