You gotta fight for your rite... of passage.

I've been told that the secret of being a great writer is outlasting the competition. Holding on just a little bit longer, due to drive, or talent, or insanity, is the key if you want to be the one who finally "makes it". As of right now, my definition of "makes it" would be having something that I can point to as a benchmark. Yes, I've written a lot over the past few years. Yes, I'm currently working on ANOTHER studio piece, but I've jumped through a number of projects (well, or hoops... whatever), and I can't help but feel a little down in the dumps. Doing a little boo-hooing, or something like that.

All that said, it's the nature of the business. It's what I signed up for, and, ultimately, the only thing that I really want to do in life. Sometimes I forget how young I am. Sometimes I forget how inexperienced I am. Sometimes I forget to sit back, take a look around, breathe and laugh. Art imitates life as I look around see that I'm in the same place Desi is... all in a year. If things go well, you'll know what that means.

Okay, head back down, time to work. Thank you for listening. See you in the movies.

Joined th Dark Side, but I'm not a Black Lantern.

Because I'm not dead. Yet. But I did join twitter. Who knows what's going on in my head? You do, if you follow my twitter page! While interning, I did a write-up about twitter and its usage, arguing that the site is a great idea for breaking news notifications. In that context, "news" meant the updating of a corporate blog, the arrival of new technology or internal affairs, like promotions. I also feel that it would come in handy for "real" news, like traffic accidents, hurricanes, nuclear war and such. I've often fought against its users, saying that I don't care if Lauren Conrad ate a turkey club. That said, I care when I eat a turkey club. Will my tweets be of that nature? Well, if you replace "eat" with "bought" and "turkey club" with "new action figure", then... yes.

Seriously procrastinating, spending too much time thinking and not enough time doing. Now is the time to do. When I'm dead, I can think about it.

Side note, DCUC has taken me back to Justice League Unlimited. Dun Dun DUNNNNN dun dun Dun dun dun.

Proud to be an American...

Because "blog" is synonymous with "soap box", I've decided to stand up and talk about something: birthers.

If you're not familiar with the term, "Birthers" refers to a small and growing sect of Americans who firmly believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that the 44th President, Barack Obama, is not actually a US citizen, making his "stealing" of the the office the grandest in American history.

I'm not saying that I find this surprising to say the least. There are people who adimatly deny The Holocaust, so why wouldn't there be people who argue the citizenship of the first African American President? What I find troubling about this, however, is the stance prominate Republicans are taking. As you may have seen from the link above, Liz Cheney, daughter of the one man conservative stronghold known as former V.P. Dick Cheney says NOTHING to refute the comment. Her only talking point is confirming the worry of the Right by saying that Barack is weak on tough issues.

I've got a tough issue for you, how about telling these people to get over it and go home. If Obama is a citizen of Kenya, how is it at all possible that he was elected to Senate? How did he run for the House? How did he become a candidate for the Democratic nomination? How did he become one of two predominate party candidates in a general election? How did he win the presidency if it's so easy to prove that he's not a US citizen?

If this were, in fact, easy to discredit him and confirm, in fact, that he is not legally eligible, where were all those freaking people years ago when Obama was running for the House? Where were they last November?

In doing my own research on the subject, I found that it's fairly easy to pull up an Obama birth certificate online. Just a quick google image search and you've found your poison. The same certificate is also the focal point of argument, mockery and all the hate speech you can imagine. People claim because there is no raised seal, and because the time of birth/island of Hawaii listed are the same as another certificate, that it is a forgery. I hate to say it, but I can buy those arguments, it looks remarkably like another certificate. Knowing that the Obama administration has NOT released his certificate, I decided to compare what I found with the birth certificates of other recent US Presidents (2 Bushes, a Reagan, a Clinton and a Carter). I couldn't though. Why not? Because BIRTH CERTIFICATES ARE PROTECTED DOCUMENTS.

You lost the election. Go home, hug your kids and shop at Wal Mart. Smile. While watching Oprah today, in which she covered the polygamist ranch which was raided last year, my wife made an interesting comment: if that's what they want, let them have it. You live your life and I'll live mine.

Get back to where you once belonged.

I'm plagued with doubt. There. Said it. It's out there, now I can move on and get stuff done. Let's reflect on things once they happen and not before, shall we?

There is a rip in my pants.

Thank you.

Hee-hee!
Ooh!
Go on girl!
Aaow!

Hey pretty baby with the
High heels on
You give me fever
Like Ive never, ever known
Youre just a product of
Loveliness
I like the groove of
Your walk,
Your talk, your dress
I feel your fever
From miles around
Ill pick you up in my car and well paint the town
Just kiss me baby
And tell me twice
That youre the one for me

The way you make me feel
(the way you make me feel)
You really turn me on
(you really turn me on)
You knock me off of my feet
(you knock me off of
My feet)
My lonely days are gone
(my lonely days are gone)

I like the feelin youre
Givin me
Just hold me baby and im
In ecstasy
Oh Ill be workin from nine
To five
To buy you things to keep
You by my side
I never felt so in love before
Just promise baby, youll
Love me forevermore
I swear Im keepin you
Satisfied
cause youre the one for me
The way you make me feel
(the way you make me feel)
You really turn me on
(you really turn me on)
You knock me off of my feet
Now baby-hee!
(you knock me off of
My feet)
My lonely days are gone-
A-acha-acha
(my lonely days are gone)
Acha-ooh!

Go on girl!
Go on! hee! hee! aaow!
Go on girl!

I never felt so in love before
Promise baby, youll love me
Forevermore
I swear Im keepin you
Satisfied
cause youre the one for
Me . . .

The way you make me feel
(the way you make me feel)
You really turn me on
(you really turn me on)
You knock me off of my feet
Now baby-hee!
(you knock me off of
My feet)
My lonely days are gone
(my lonely days are gone)

The way you make me feel
(the way you make me feel)
You really turn me on
(you really turn me on)
You knock me off of my feet
Now baby-hee!
(you knock me off of
My feet)
My lonely days are gone
(my lonely days are gone)

Aint nobodys business,
Aint nobodys business
(the way you make me feel)
Aint nobodys business,
Aint nobodys business but
Mine and my baby
(you really turn me on)
Hee hee!
(you knock me off of
My feet)
Hee hee! ooh!
(my lonely days are gone)

Give it to me-give me
Some time
(the way you make me feel)
Come on be my girl-i wanna
Be with mine
(you really turn me on)
Aint nobodys business-
(you knock me off of
My feet)
Aint nobodys business but
Mine and my babys
Go on girl! aaow!
(my lonely days are gone)

Hee hee! aaow!
Chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika
Go on girl!-hee hee!
(the way you make me feel)
Hee hee hee!
(you really turn me on)
(you knock me off my feet)
(my lonely days are gone)

(the way you make me feel)
(you really turn me on)
(you knock me off my feet)
(my lonely days are gone)

Can someone please explain...

OH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Over the last few years as I've worked to expand my abilities as a story teller, I've often thought about the WWE. It's shockingly no surprise to learn that I, as a giant dork, would love the opportunity to take my writing skills and use them for the good of Mankind (Mick Foley, the wrestler... not people) or any other larger than life personality who makes their way to the squared circle.

It goes without saying that the face of wrestling has changed over the last two decades; once a place where police officers fought tax men and million dollar dreamers, now a land where one baddass with long hair takes on another baddass with long hair while a third baddass with long hair gets mad for being left out. The "gimmicky" wrestler is a thing of the past, which is good for the sake of realism, and bad for the sake of sensationalism. It's hard to be more than a man when your schtick is being the other mean guy in a pair of jeans; it's tough to sell tickets when your name is Ted.

In my current pensive state (seriously, I haven't talked to anyone in 76 hours... just thinkin'), I can't help but reminisce of a better time, a simpler time, a time of The Macho Man Randy Savage.

Never the biggest or the strongest or the most athletic or the cleanest or the most coherent, The Macho Man was a driving force of the gimmick based "Federation" years of WWE. Former partner to Hulk Hogan and a champion in his own right, Savage was known for his outlandish outfits, his high flying elbow drop and his familiar catch phrase "Oh Yeah!" (in later years it was followed by biting a Slim Jim). When one thinks about those golden yester-years, one can't help but think of Macho Man Randy Savage.

Here's what I can't help but think of: What the hell is that gimmick? Seriously, what was he going for? Hogan I understood: Balding body builder who likes America. Done. Sgt. Slaughter? Army guy who also liked America (although he liked Iraq for a while because Vinny Mac likes money). And Koko B. Ware was a mentally challenged guy with a helper bird. Got it. But Macho Man? What is that? What about zuba cowboy hats, an unkempt beard and tassels (sweet lord, tassels) says "Macho". I called on my friend the Internet to help solve this unsolvable mystery.

According to the people's dictionary, Urban Dictionary.Com, a "Macho Man" can be one of three things:

1. Randy Savage. Legendary wrestler for the WWF. Also, former spokesman for Slim Jim. Oooooh Yeah!
--- This Definition gets me no where.
2. Classic Village People song
--- Which explains the tassels.
3. Macho Man is when your tossing salad and you put your lips to their asshole and go
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
--- No, I didn't make that up and yes, it does give me some clarity.

The conclusion I came to: Macho Man Randy Savage was a champion for gay rights well before it was popular. He stood tall and proud, fighting for what he believed in, never letting an obstacle stand in his way. Like Harvey Milk before him, Savage is a role model, both for the gay community and the world at large. Maybe, if people were more like Savage, opponents of gay rights would put down their torches and instead, wave rainbow colored flags. So as we move towards the future (and Chicago Pride Weekend '09), let us all step into Slim Jims, dive with wild abandon from the top turnbuckles of our lives, and never be afraid to come out of the closet; neon jumpsuit with tassels and all.


OHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Because waiting is the hardest part.

I have a series of bad habits... like anyone else, I suppose. One of these is over eagerness. I get excited about things to the point where they consume me, and I end up taking everything I have and throwing it into something. Some people call that being a "romantic", I prefer the term "neurotic". ..

"Those 'Woodsey Allens' movies are great, but I can't stand that nervous guy who's always in them".

That's the catch with my business, that's the catch with my life.

All I can do is take my wits and skills and bull shit and funnel them into something I believe in; something that consumes me for a while. As long as it's real, as long as it makes me smile; then it was worth it.

There's a phrase I tell myself over and over again: "The best part of 'Believe' is the lie". How true is the truth? How false are the lies?

At this point, I'm too tired to care. I'm just eager, no, overeager to throw caution and myself to the wind.

Do it.