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I had well over 20 messages in email and facebook today. You’d think I had friends or something.

I was curious about how the digital part of Level 26: Dark Origins might work out. So far so good.

I’m in the mood for a movie, unfortunately there aren’t any zombie apocalypse movies currently in the local cineplex. I’ve heard a lot of good things about The Lovely Bones and thought I’d give that a whirl…

My gf loves the show True Blood on HBO… ok, really she just likes vampires (and mostly vampires named bella or bruce? or whatever that gay guy from harry potter is named in the books). We don’t actually have HBO, or any broadcast television, but we do have the internet… and netflix, so we make do. This temporary blog design is an homage to her love of that show. Don’t know if I will keep it longer than a few days, really it was just an experiment to see if I could pull it off.

I uploaded the zip file to my server if anyone wants this particular wordpress design to use for their own blog. Or if you’re interested, I can zip it up and send it to you wordpress blog users… I maybe able to recreate it for blogger users also if there is enough interest.

The Red Queen is blogging, though I can’t actually link to her blog quite yet. Apparently, my shameless pursuit of attention hasn’t rubbed off on her anywhere near as much as I had anticipated.

I built the blog for her almost a year and a half ago because she would come home from work with all these absolutely wonderful stories about the things that would happen to her at work. She works in a Spa here on Maui and if you’ve ever actually been to a spa, you know that the environment is ripe with the opportunity for interesting adventures.

Hopefully she will start to write more frequently and at some point allow me to link to her site. Believe me when I say you won’t believe some of the stuff you read.

Starting August 1st, I will be writing EVERY day on this blog. In my attempt to get back into the full groove of writing consistently, I will be posting more often and worry less about relevance. Some of the posts are real life things and some will be just writing exercises to promote creativity.

You are forewarned.

Aside from still being in mourning over the loss suffered by my beloved Chargers this past weekend, I am knee deep in trying to get a variety of websites I have been contracted to build into shape. I’m busy, but not so busy that I can’t spend a few hours a day over the next week watching the entire first season of Mad Men, which was just sent to me (thanks Kellie!). It’s been in my netflix queue for some time and I’m really looking forward to catching the hottest show on TV.

On another note, I was checking out my site stats early today and realized that I went from a high of about 200 visits a day back in 2001 to about 25-30 (and 20 of those visits are from the same person) in 2007. I know that the main reason is because I am not that interesting… and add to that my extended periods without a new post, and you’re looking at a sizable decline in readership. Some people would have already given up… or abandoned their site by this time.

Statham’s imdb.com profile, collectively, is a promise to you, the weary filmgoer. It’s a promise that says, “I promise that you will not FOR ONE SECOND be bored during one of my movies. You won’t learn shit about the human condition, or feel a collective connection with the brotherhood of man. But if you give me $10, I will fuck an explosion while a Slayer song plays”. – patton oswalt

I don’t think I have read a funnier piece in the last year. I have very little knowledge of this Patton Oswalt character, but the fucker is funny. Of course, nothing he writes in this post on his myspace page is untrue. Jason Statham is the second coming of Christ on a Cheez-It.

A couple of days ago, I was talking to a friend of mine about one of my favorite topics, me. It seems that while this blog shares insight into who I am and what I believe, it does little to dispel the rumor that I was raised by wolves and ate my siblings upon exiting the womb. I’ve never been a proponent of making up what you don’t know as fact, but telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth can be boring. On occasion I like to let loose a nice, interesting, but wholly made up story.

Of course, I always let people in on the fiction. I don’t like telling tales that can be mistaken for fact. So in the interest of being forthright, lately I haven’t given this blog the attention it deserves and the reasons have been detailed from time to time. They have varied from too much work (slightly true), to too little inspiration (slightly more true). Now you can add confused to the mix.

I have been struggling with how much I should really write here. My GF reads this blog and while she and I share all our thoughts with each other, some of my more… um… colorful ideas tend to make her question her decision to abscond from the mainland for the sunny shores of Maui.

The thing is… if I can’t be myself here, I am only lying to myself about what this blog truly is. So, with that in mind I will attempt to write daily again and not second guess whether or not you are ready to read what I have to write. I think most of you are intelligent people willing and capable of self-censoring your intake… read what you like, ignore the rest.

Going forward, anything that is simply me practicing creative writing will be clearly marked. I don’t do this because I believe you are incapable of discerning truth from fiction, but to insure that I can simply write what comes to mind. This should increase my blog output ten fold because some of the thoughts that cross the vast expanse of my mind are not without passing interest to those of you who are attracted to my ridiculous mutterings.

               OVER BLACK WE SEE OPENING CREDITS

                                                          FADE IN:

INT. OFFICE - EARLY MORNING

A MAN sits typing on his keyboard. The light from the overhead lamp
flickers as if it could wink out at any moment.

It does not.

He stops to read what he has written and looks disgusted.
He hits the DELETE key repeatedly.

THE MAN

Christ on a fucking cracker. Can
this get anymore tedious? Ok, time
for a change.
The Man hits a few more keys and the words DELETE ENTIRE BLOG
flash on his screen.He hits the key.

                THE MAN

Come thursday. There will be daily
content. It will be different.
Inherently Different.