So that's what it feel like to get punched in the face
For those of us who are writers struggling to be paid writers -- or, really various degrees of almost-paid writers and then paid writers -- the outlook is never rosy. That's the business. But the climate these days is bleak. Separates the heard. Survival of the fittest. Faith shall prevail, what w

Pros from Dover
And this is pretty much the equivalent of what my Friday was like...ps. Too bad I hate my day job. Otherwise it might have been a pretty good day.

Bright weekend sundries
1. Bright Star is just as beautiful as they say. Yet another reason I admire Jane Campion so much. It's a movie that made my heart swell with possibilities, and my mind ac

The Office is starting to feel like....work
The Office has been taking a slow, descending trip to Suck over the last couple of seasons. Some ups and downs, but descending on the whole. But this season seems determined to cement the suckage. The Office is an eccentric portrait of reality. It's kooky enough

Oh, Ainsley...
Apparently I'm much too busy writing elsewhere to write here. And all I do is post clips anymore. So, when you can't beat 'em.... just keep posting things you've been watching. Or so-cute-I-could-spit fictional Republicans. Or, in this case, both. ps. Try rewatching old West Wing episodes and then bits of CSI Miami. It's kind of like a Where's Waldo, only more along the Friends-to-Cougar-Town variety. It makes you really really happy to be in the present. Really.