Monkey on my back.

            Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve updated.  And it’s once again marked by a movie.  This time it was Batman Begins.  Good movie, I recommend it.  Then compare it to Burton and realize how narrow-minded Timmy B really is, how he doesn’t actually direct the spirit of a project but forces himself into whatever script he’s producing.  Sometimes this works (Edward Scissorhands, A Nightmare Before Christmas) and sometimes it doesn’t (Mars Attacks, Batman Returns except for the Catwoman scenes, Planet of the Apes).  And that’s that.

            Next, new host and new strip for Freddy and The Scream.  Here's the site, or friend it to have the updates streamed to you in blog form at .  Which brings me to my next section.

            I’ve been incredibly uncreative of late.  No writing, scripting, drawing or thinking for the most part.  Well, I’ve started reading again and it’s helping a little.  So wish me luck with that.  The only thing worse than writer’s block is lack of drive so you don’t even care.  But I found my notebooks and my comic scripts.  I think I may sit down and try to finish my movie script; that should let me write without having to come up with new plots. 

            I’ve had so many little rants but I lose them before I get them down.  Shows what’s important, eh?  Oh, but speaking of rants: Stuff Your Face.  The place in NB.  There was this guy sitting at another table spewing words at his comrade as loud as a drunkard.  The first key phrase to cross the room and perch upon my ears: “Yeah, Christianity is the way to be.”  He then went on, mentioning that he was bathed in the blood of Christ and therefore clean of sin.  He also casually mention that while trying to keep things “light, nice and easy,” he managed to tell his Jew boss that he was going to hell.  I think I’m losing me temper with humanity.  Honestly, the next time something like that happens I’m just going to ask him if he’s dunk and if not to shut the hell up.  Or maybe just poll the room and see if anyone is as sick of fucked up speeches as I am.

            On that note, it’s off to 12 Monkeys, for a minor mind fuck and then bed.