lol.....ok, I was not going to blog today, as you know, there is a Hollywood Writers Strike going on, and then I remembered something important.
I am no Hollywood writer, no, I'm not.
I bet you all thought I was because of my weekly Hollywood ramble, but no, I do this for free, nary a royalty check in sight.
So that got me thinking, this could be my chance, hell this could be all of our chances, all we need is to lack a little moral fiber, and be able to live with ourselves if we cross a picket line, and hell....we could be writing for David Letterman, or the Daily Show.
I am already compiling top ten lists to pitch to Dave...though he might be picketing with the others, I'm not sure.
anyway....that is what I have been thinking about.
that and a long and semi sleepless night, I was plagued (overly dramatic word choice) by nightmares last night, some of them were downright horrifying....in one of them I had a dream that I watched a homeless man freezing to death, literally, then when I turned him over it was my dad.
I KNOW....awful!!!! My father passed away several years ago, and every so often I still have a dream about him, I think this one has to do with being reminded of profound loss so much lately.
The other dream I had was that the Vampire beasts from 30 Days of Night were trying to get in my house, and I think this was was about me wanting to see that movie, and probably a bigger part is that my bubs and I were talking about his ex wife reminding us of those monsters.
we are mean, mean people.
ok that's all for now, I know, this is another posts without pictures of new work....I really am slacking now, trust me there is new work in my shop, just the no photos for the blog, but I swear I will get my butt in gear soon.