Oy vey, what else can I say?

This morning more of that cursed white stuff blankets what should be my green lawn, soiling my mood like a coffee stain on my favorite white shirt. The flowers were set to bloom until this evil came to town delaying what should be spring. Now the bushes that the landlord planted last year during the heat wave in August that died and the he replanted in October when the weather cooled off sag from the weight of the snow.

Who’s in charge here and why weren’t they fired? Who ordered a snow storm right at the cusp of spring when the nights should smell like the sweet scent of fresh flowers? I do say a pox on your sir or madam! I demand a recount for you obviously stole the election. Let me see those pregnant chads, those “subjective interpretation” ballots. Take this white stuff away immediately or I will lead the charge for your impeachment! Yes! That’s it! Fix it now or my movement shall parade you down Main Street like a Scooby Doo pinata on the Fourth of July. You better run home to mama now! And take this white, slippery and cold plague of locusts with you.

I gotta move to Key West, Florida. I just gotta.

It’s the end of the beginning

I’m having a lot of trouble sleeping these days. There are 3 possible reasons:
1) The weather. Why is it snowing all of the sudden? Spring was so close, now it’s so far away.
2) No news on the agent front. But that one is out of my hands.
3) My cat Oedipus is trying to kill me. The vet said he had to lose 2 pounds or else so he’s on a diet and exercise regimen. He’s not taking well to the forced calorie reduction and Stairmaster workouts and he blames me. It’s quite possible he will snuff me as a message to the wife. Each night he circles the bed for hours at a time, waiting for his chance to place a giant paw across my mouth. If updates cease to this blog, that is why. The coroner may rule it sleep apnea but it was a homicide.

Sunday Sunday Sunday

This will be the shortest blog ever cause the wife and I are off in a hurry. She’s tsking at me right now.

What’s going on this coming week:
1) Hoping to hear back from the agent. They should have my manuscript now.
2) Breaching the 100 page mark on the second book in the series, Velocity.
3) Whilst minding my own business another character popped in my head that has nothing to do with Brody or anything else I’ve ever written. I’m taking a hands off approach and just letting the pages out. I’ll sort out the details later.
4) I’m not sick any longer so I was able to lift weights last night. Huzzah!

Silent bob, silent blog

Jersey Girl the movie will be in theaters March 26th. Being a Jersey guy by transplantation ( I was born elsewhere as was the wife ), I have a special curiosity. The rumors that surround the film are as rampant as are the spoilers. Over ten years ago I saw Clerks on one of the few screens it ran on in NJ theaters, Kevin Smith was in the audience. When he shot Chasing Amy in Red Bank I sold him a bunch a cigarettes in the convenience store I worked in. So we go way back. 🙂

Here’s what I do know about Jersey Girl. None of the stars are from Jersey. The guy who wrote and directed it no longer lives in Jersey. They did shoot lots of the film in Paulsboro, New Jersey but only after Ben Affleck agreed to take a paycut, because Miramax wanted it done in Canada to save a million bucks. Imagine that, that it costs a lot to get anything done in New Jersey. There’s a mighty shocker.

The movie had 2 earlier release dates, including the 19th of March. There were several “final cuts” of the film. When Gigli bombed, the film was re cut and rescheduled several more times.

Here’s my bet sight unseen on Jersey Girl.
1) It’s not going to look like a Kevin Smith film. The trailers are a pretty good clue to that.
2) It’s going to be funny in parts. Some parts may be very funny. Some parts are going to outright unfunny.
3) Whether it sinks or swims is going to come down to how much people respond to the notion of Ben Affleck playing a responsible guy with a kid.

Boy, that sounds a lot like another Ben Affleck aw shucks routine to me.

But like they say in Hollywood, no one knows nothing. So prove me wrong Silent Bob! I’m rooting for you to pull a Chasing Amy and surprise everyone. Don’t let this be Mallrats revisted with bigger stars and a slick ad campaign.