Tiddies and Bitties

One down, three to go.
I spent most of this past Sunday finishing my first screenplay for television. It's a straight-up adaptation of Suburban Tribe's first Christmas story.

I'm sure that it is not perfect. I'm sure that it could use a polish and a fresh editorial set of eyes. Nonetheless, I am pretty happy with it. It certainly looks professional and it moves at a snappy pace.

I'm not sure exactly what I'll do with it. It's meant to be a cartoon, obviously, so maybe I'll get a bunch of my friends together and at least get an audio recording of the dialogue. But now that it's finished, I'll move on to my other submission scripts (A new Suburban Tribe 22-page print comic, my fantasy-action comic and my "altie" bio-comic.)

Onward and upward!

Kegger at my place this weekend!
My wife's going out of town to see a friend, and she'll be gone for five whole days. You know what that means: All boxers, all the time. Put the toothbrush away and break out the Guinness and the Fruity Pebbles. All three Extended Edition "Lord of the Rings" go in to the DVD player and they don't come out. And is it mere coincindence that Jennifer Aniston is now single again just as I am home alone?

I think not.

"I'm not even supposed to be here today!"
To supplement me spiritually as I prepare professionally-formatted scripts and full-page artwork in my latest attempt at commercial discovery, I have been reading Kevin Smith's Blog on a regular basis. I also watched his 2+ hour documentary on the making of "Clerks." on the Clerks. X DVD.

And instead of getting inspired, I think I'm just getting jealous as hell.

Here's Kevin's day, no exaggeration: "Wake up at ten, play video games, go drop $400 on DVDs at Best Buy, lunch at Burger King, sex with the wife, fly to Hawaii and have a luauu with Mark Hamil and Kirsten Dunst, sex with wife in the hotel pool, fall asleep watching the Simpsons. Repeat."

Is this lifestyle desireable or decadent? I'll let you know after I've tried it for 20 or 30 years.

Last but not Least
I just caught up on my Suburban Tribe e-mail. There were a couple of e-mails in there from more than a week ago that were of the "I love your comic" variety. I feel bad when it takes so long for me to just get time to sit down and reply with a "Thanks, man."

So please, if you send me one of those e-mails and it takes forever for me to say "Thanks," don't take it personally. Those are the e-mails that keep me going. You know that saying "If you want something done, give it to a busy person?" I may or may not be that busy person, but I sure seem to be the person people keep giving stuff to.

Now that I've ended a sentence with a preposition, I think it's time to go.