Santa baby

Watch me here
...resurrected from last Christmas.

Dudes!

There are some things that are just always running through my head. Like corny things I almost can't help from saying and even cornier things I can't stop myself from writing. Like: no one writes to the colonel when, well, no one writes me. Or can't stop til you get enough when I am running around the house looking for my keys or glasses. There are more. Just stick around and you're bound to hear the music. There, didya catch that? That was just one of them: hear the music. Works well pretty much anywhere. Of course, put em on the glass remains a perennial favorito.

Nothing more except I totally promised to write more often. Because I have all this writing to do, you see. Grant applications, press releases, pleas to be accepted into various higher learning institutions as a, gulp, professor. I even had to write a letter of recommendation for a good friend. And yes, a treatment for a new film idea in the works.

But mostly I need a job. Sort of. Part-time. Until someone recognizes my brilliance and hands over the Genius fellow. Anyone looking to hire an editor out there? And no, I am not interested in editing your Survivor reel for trade. Sorry.

So my advice. To me? Keep up the good fight (there another one!) Keep on keeping on. Wait, shit, no, make it stoppppppppp!
Don't
stop
til
you
get
enough...

The world according to wonder woman

What the hell happened here? Not only have I not gone running for over a week, but I haven't posted in god-knows-how-long? I think I will blame the weather. It's fucking cold! I mean, not cold by Montana standards, but cold to me. Like stay-in-your-covers-for-as-long-as-possible cold. Like arguing about whose turn it is to top off the quickly loosing any warmth mugs o' coffee. Like letting the dog sleep in bed with you EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. The cold sure brings on some bad habits, particularly when it comes to me.

In other news we had our first public screening of THE FILM last Wednesday. 3 out of 4 of the girls tat are in the film were there, the young woman that wrote our title song performed beforehand, and we had a short with everyone Q & A afterward. One of the girls from the film, R, kept to her decision to never watch that fucking film again, but hung around dutifully for the Q & A. R also decided to have a bake sale beforehand wherein she made 120 bucks. We can always count on R to provide some comic relief and she didn't fail to deliver that night: when asked during he Q & A what she thought of the film she quickly replied that she hated it. I can understand. Only 3 years from when we stopped filming, it's still totally embarrassing to all of them.

In closing, we have a new obsession (besides the roots of chicha album that has been playing constantly around the house): Wonder Woman. I'm not really into superhero comics, but she makes for an intriguing story, historically speaking. Created in the early 40's by a sort of huckster psychologist who was best known for inventing and promoting the polygraph and less known for having two wives and siring two kids from each while they all lived together. Wonder Woman was his first, last and only comic book creation. In this creation he played out many of the themes he had already tried and failed to promote in his various psychology tomes: that women were inherently more honest than men, that women could one day rule the world with their power to dominate men sexually, and if men simply submitted to the love of women, the world would be a better place.

Indeed.

I will always love you as sung by Dolly Parton

James Deavin from the series The Games We Play

No mames

Desiree Holman, Masks (Conduits of Fantasy) 1