Jedi. Ninjas. Homeboys.

I went from watching, literally, no television to being securely locked into a number of shows this fall…is this what happens with age?  Do you replace Everything with a healthy diet of sitcoms and reality television?

I hope not.

At least there’s not much reality television on this list…

Friday Night Lights

Heroes

Entourage

The Biggest Loser

The Office
Again…this might not seem like a lot to you, but you have to realize that I haven’t watched a show regularly since Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  And even that was the only show I watched.
Here’s to assimilation, I guess.

A friendly Public Service Announcement to the dude I saw at the gym.

Cut-off jeans are not…um…appropriate for running. Especially when you’re running about 5 miles or so.

Thanks.

Yeah, pretty much I would do anything to be an accomplished breakdancer. Hopefully these will help…

“Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men’s reality. Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of ‘the rat race’ is not yet final.”
— HST, 1979

This, in a sense, is what my book is about. Hmm.

50 pages in, and it looks strong…makes me happy.

“Do you think that was strange,” I say after the cop leaves. “I mean, do you think he is here for a Reason?”
“Look at this place. Is there anything here that tells you having a police officer as a host is anything but normal or necessary?”
She was right. The place verified the American Dream had died, a testament to the rotten underbelly of Americana. Even though the cop asked our smoking preference, it was obviously a courtesy and nothing more. Smoke was everywhere, everybody was smoking something. Marlboros, I assume. The place reeked of blue collar jobs and roadside Elvis souvenirs. Men that looked like mechanics and women that probably rode motorcycles filled the counter; everybody was giving me the Eye.

Of course it’s not edited, but I still like it…

I liked it. I actually didn’t think it was too long, which is usually not the case for long movies. Just enough action, and a couple of cool throwbacks to the first Batman movie with the Joker…

Getting ready to go see the new Batman movie…heard it was close to 3 hours long, so I’m hoping it will be pretty good. That said, I spent some more time writing today…this is what came out….

It’s like this: Hulk Hogan’s finishing move was lame and uninspiring. I mean, the Big Size 14? Into a leg drop? C’mon, man! This is the guy who told us to say our prayers, to eat our vitamins - the man with the 24″ pythons, right? He should have a kickin’ finishing move, not something a 7th grade girl could dodge.

Out of context, but still…if you’re a huge Hulkamaniac…you can appreciate this…

Whatcha’ gonna do…when Hulkamania runs wild on you, brotha?

Okay…my wife wrote a blog post on myspace calling ME a writing snob….

Well, perhaps.

But, there are just certain things I consider to be the absolute poverty of writing - no matter if you’ve published a hundred books on the best seller list…

Okay. Now, when I read dialogue I feel like - if I’m paying attention - that I can keep up with the tone, etc. So, I don’t need the author to tell me his/her character is saying something “dryly” or “coyly” or whatever-ly.

Example…

I looked into his eyes. He was beautiful, beatific - angelic, even. I gasped when he spoke to me, and I felt like I couldn’t form the words to respond…but, I tried…

“I just enjoy being around you,” I said, shyly.

“Oh, I know you do,” he said, seductively.

“Maybe we should go out sometime…” I said, expectantly.

“Oh, we will,” he said, quietly.

Blah.

So, snob or not, I just can’t stand this and it is causing a riff in the Bliss house.

6:30. Child awake much too early. Watching strange cartoons…

that is all.

Going to see the new Hunter S. Thompson documentary this Friday at the Belcourt Theatre in Nashville….