Gene Fowler once said that writing is easy, just a matter of staring at the blank page until your forehead bleeds.
        -- excerpt from Robert McKee's Story

Well shit.

Friday I went down after work and hung with the family. Didn't get home until late. So nothing then.

Saturday I got up and had lunch with Kelly, then went and saw ( Read more... )

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I'm actually very upset by this, and have been loosely following the story since the arrest of Max Hardcore, a disturbingly graphic and faux-abusive pornographer. They couldn't find a DA who was willing to prosecute this horseshit case of "obscenity" so they took the Pasadena-based case to Tampa Bay, FL, where they found a judicial system ( Read more... )

It is so hot it's hard to sit here and blog. Not that I've been doing much blogworthy -- also the fault of the fucking heat -- so there's that. It's "only" 88 today so far, though my room is consistently two degrees less than outside, so it's 86 in here and miserable. Sleep almost didn't come, and by the time it did it was so heavy I almost ( Read more... )