April 29th, 2002


Dream Junkie...

I have a problem. Admitting it is the first step, right? Well, I can't seem to put down the snooze button.

I got up at 6AM this morning, fully intending on going to the gym for a good cardio workout. There it was, though, sitting on top of the clock, and I thought to myself, "One little hit... what can it hurt, right?"

At 7:50 I finally pulled myself out of my stupor to get ready for work.

It's not even the comfy bed that keeps me going back to the button again and again.

It's those damn 9 minute dreams. I can't let them go. They're so vivid, and so realistic. They can be soothing and infuriating. They let me dance the gamut of emotions and feelings that I don't get to in my every day life. I can be in love. I can be in pain. I can be scared. I can be in control.

This morning:
    * I was on MAD TV. I was one of the general cast, but was only watching a series of sketches about how throughout the ages, Andre The Giant was a sex toy to so many people. It was funny, not dirty.
    * I was riding with my parents in their 1971 Blazer (the one they had until I was 16). My dad was having fits because of something, and I actually managed to calm him down by pointing out all the cool new gadgets we'd installed on the truck.
    * I learned to play this ancient Aztec game called MOLA. Don't ask me how to play it now, but it was cool, and it was going to be ALL the rage.

There were more, but they're slowly fading like smoke after the 4th of July fireworks. It was a struggle to remember these.

I got out of bed every 9 minutes (give or take) for almost two hours this morning. At 6AM I was ready to start my day. By 8, I felt like I'd been run over by a semi.

I think I need an intervention.

Everybody loves Andre!
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Congratulations on being the creator of a new Evil Plan (tm)!

Your objective is simple: Soul Accumulation.

Your motive is a little bit more complex: Power

Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first seduce a famous actor/actress. This will cause the world to sit up and take notice, stunned by your arrival. Who is this unholy menace? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good as an evil twin/opposite?

Stage Two
Next, you will desecrate the Internet. This will cause countless hordes of stormtroopers to flock to you, begging to do your every bidding. Your name will become synonymous with fuzzy bunnies, as lesser men whisper your name in terror.

Stage Three
Finally, you will unleash your great supernatural forces, bringing about an end to sanity. This will all be done from a Dark Side of the Moon, an excellent choice if we might say.

These three deeds will herald the end, and the citizens of this planet will have no choice but to elect you their new god.

Trust us, it'll all come together in the end.

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Draft two done

Yes, I've not written about the script in a while... I've still be working on it. Got a shitload done on the plane to and from Vegas. Had 29 pages when I left for Vegas, 61 when I got back. That was Draft 1. Draft 2 just got sent off to my editorial staff. It's up to 81 pages... should be longer, I know, but it's not going to happen before Wednesday. :)

Brain cramping...
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