I haven't typed a damn thing in a long time. I think it has been far too damn long. A writer writes, yes? Isn't that what Harriet the Spy said? (Don't know who that is, let me know, I'll fill you in)

I watched an incredible movie today, and the title of the movie might throw you off a bit, "Zach and Miri Make A Porno". Now here's something you don't hear very often about something even associated with pornography: The story was most excellent and the dialogue and the interaction (non-physical, I swear) between the characters was superbly written and directed by one Kevin Smith. The movie has much to do about early filmmaking. Working with no budget, shooting an entire movie out of your workspace, turning a hockey stick into a sound boom, etc (which is how Kevin made "Clerks" dontcha know).

I don't know, it got me thinking about the movie business again. I think I'd like being a director. *shrugs* I also was half tempted to come over here and write a short story or whatever, but I couldn't get past the scene in my head, which was a guy (or gal) blowing into their hands to warm them.

I dunno. In the coming month or so (maybe more), I doubt I'll be able to do any damn thing creatively, except talk with my girlfriend about a story we're co-authoring during the 15 hour drive back to her hometown to move there. *sighs* It's just now that I get the urge to create something or write when I _know_ I have way too many things on my plate to handle, like the car, and cleanup, etc. etc. whatever. Anybody interested in an ancient, beat up Toyota Corrolla?