Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Sweet Talk.

I'd smoke for a kill.

So it's official; I'll be rollin' with Andrew, Shaun, and Danny (,, and, respectively) to that newfound haven, San Diego.

I couldn't be more scared...or more excited. I have a good feeling, but you know what that usually means for a tramp like me.

If you read this, even a little bit, it'd be great to know, so hit me up sometime. I don't want to lose touch with anyone, and I figure this mess would be the best way to keep contact.

<3 to you all, I swear.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Fozzie Bear Surprise.

:FAKEUPDATE: Flying Lotus's "1983" and J Dilla's "Donuts" should be on all of your iPods. Trust me.

Last night as I watched The Steve Harvey Show and couldn't sleep, I got to thinking about my love of Nabokov's Lolita, and particularly his impeccable ability to craft beauty from mere words. One phrase always stuck out with me: "A Sunset-Ending Street." I wrote up a brief short story/ treatment in my notebook, and promptly disregarded it, but I kept kicking this stanza I might include, if I decide to go back and expand it.

To everyone and no one in particular:
A sunset-ending street where the memories replete of the time you went away; a truly sunset-ending day.

Aside from that short burst of alleged creativity, I've been kicking around and plotting a legitimate idea for something I might write up and planning the big move to the West Coast.
However, my biggest gripe of all is with ION Television, for removing The Wayans Bros. from their schedule and replacing it with Hangin' With Mr. Cooper. I mean, what the fuck?

One day it'll have to make sense...won't it?