5 Shows This Fall Season You Should Be Watching (or DVRing)

This past week saw the return of Fall TV programming. Quite a few great programs returned and a few new ones sprang up. These are 5 you need to see, and soon.

5.Raising Hope



The story of a young man, and his delinquent family, raising a baby after the mother has been sentenced to death.

This program features quite a few relative unknowns, but when the creators are the same as those that created My Name is Earl, we get the potential for a lot of random and wonderful humor.



4.Big Bang Theory



Now entering it's 4th season, many of us are already familiar with Dr. Seldon Cooper, Penny, Leonard, Raj, and Howard.

This season throws a new twist into the Big Bang mix, as Sheldon now actually seems to have a girlfriend. With "nerd chic" being at an all time high, what with all the comic book based movies in the works, Big Bang may be poised for their best season yet.

Oh, and if you ever though of jerking it with a robot arm, you may wanna check out the clip from episode 1 of season 4.



3.Better With You



A program about three couples and their time together, sounds very reminiscent of Modern Family: The Complete First Season (Which will not be included in this list because if you are not watching it you might as well smash your TV with a sledge hammer because you are a moron who doesn't deserve nice things). This show, however features a cast that based on episode 1 already have a phenomenal chemistry, and stars Kurt Fuller, the only man to ever lock up the Ghostbusters.



2.Eastbound and Down



As with all TV show lists, the top spots are almost always reserved for HBO programming..."Have you seen Sunday night programming on HBO? It's incredible!"...This Fall season is a special one because it marks the return of the one and only, Kenny Fucking Powers.

Kenny has made his way to Mexico, after having baseball screw him over one more time. Now known as Steve, the cockfighter, Kenny tries to make a new life for himself, but sometimes it's hard to shake America's pastime.



1.Boardwalk Empire



Steve Buscemi, Martin Scorsese, Terence Winter....This is not a new blockbuster film, but the greatest new show on television. Set in the era of 1920's prohibition we follow the tale of "Nucky" Thompson, based on the real Enoch "Nucky" Johnson, and his rule over Atlantic City as one of the first gangsters.

The show introduces us to the beginnings of such famous mobsters as "Lucky" Luciano and Al Capone, and provides all the backdrop and drama surrounding the era.

Boardwalk Empire does take some liberties with history, but all in an effort of providing us with the drama and storytelling that Winter, of Sopranos fame, is known for.

If you aren't already, you may wanna start shelling out the extra 10 dollars a month for HBO...trust me it's worth it.



Honorable Mentions

The following shows are also either new to TV or returning, and are worth a watch or two...

Smallville

Now in it's final season. For Man of Steel nerds like me, we might finally get to see the Red, Blue, and Yellow on the man himself.

Outsourced

Although not as hilarious as I had hoped, this one has some serious potential.

Fringe

After the mind bender that was last season, I have high hopes for more amazing action from Walter and crew.

I knew Joaquin Phoenix was a genius

In reference to my earlier post, Phoenix proved he was the best actor of our time.

Proof


Original Post

My Fave New JEW Song

Coffee and Cigarettes

Invented

Why REDDIT is better than DIGG

Take a look at the top 5 in the last 30 days....

Sorry that your the middle child DIGG.

You Me and Everyone We Know.....New Tracks

This is one of the best indie pop rock bands in the nation (US) and they are releasing their first full length super soon. Everything about You, Me, and Everyone We Know can be found by clicking their name. The following are all previous releases and can be purchased through Amazon, which I highly recommend you do, cause I did: Party For The Grown and Sexy [Explicit] and So Young, So Insane [Explicit]. Please support these guys so they keep making awesome music!!!! Enjoy the tracks!

4 New Tracks from You, Me and, Everyone We Know

NOTE: You will need Winrar or Stuffit Expander in order to extract the files and listen.

It's been a few days.....

Sorry bout the delay, I've been having some issues with life and what not, and have not had time to post. I will be back in full this weekend with a review of some of the new TV shows airing this Fall and if they totally suck or not.....but in the meantime check this ish out.....



Yeah the animations are shitty, but it's a fan film......cool premise though.

This film is still blowing my mind and I was finished watching hours ago...

This is an older film, it came out in 2004, and the writer/director/star has never done another, anything. The film is called "Primer" and it is quite simply the most complex time travel/ alternate timeline film I've ever seen, or perhaps has ever been made.

I read about this film while searching through blogs about movies the other day. Pretty sure I encountered this one on Digg. I read the description and immediately turned to my Netflix account to save me from the dilemma of having never seen, let alone heard of, this mind-melting film.

Let me provide you with a trailer



Now I want to seriously warn you about the complexity of this movie, before you purchase or watch it. Having seen it three times now, it still is incredibly hard to follow. However if you like movies like Donnie Darko, Memento, or even Back to the Future; which by the way, comes out on Blu-ray October 26, then make time to see "Primer". Oh and here's a little proof about the complexity Timeline.

Championship Truck Driver Fires on all Stereotypes

Stolen Mock Phone

Jack took one of the non-functioning mock phones from my Best Buy. His mom made him apologize

80% of 90: Recollections of a Correctional Center Stay Cont.

Chapter 1
The door led to a small vestibule, monitored by a security camera and containing a door on automatic locks. We were told to stand backs to the wall. The security camera stared into the room and seconds later the door before us opened with a pop. The female guard swung the door open and led us down the corridor. The hallway was vaguely reminiscent of the grade school I’d attended. It had large concrete blocks, colored all in white, with green trim running along the ceiling and door jams. Posters lined the walls, but instead of featuring phrases like “Reading is Awesome!” and “Reach for the Stars”, they read “Prop cars are everywhere, steal one and go to jail” and “Report Forcible Sodomy”. Had I been asked in grade school, what hallways I’d walk down at over the course of my life, this would not have been one of them.
Numerous doors and their adjacent windows looked in on break rooms and offices. The people inside sipped coffee and chatted about recent events. It was impossible to tell that two floors up men and women spent the majority of their day in a room no bigger than your average master bathroom. The female correctional officer, or C.O., took us down the rest of the hall and to another door; only I was a little more familiar with this one.
I had been arrested seven days earlier after attending a reunion concert for one of the greatest punk rocks bands of the nineteen nineties, Blink-182. I had originally planned to get a ride from a friend, but his car was full and I wasn’t able to ride along. I briefly contemplated not going at all, which in hindsight would have been the smartest decision I ever could have made, but I was not going to miss my chance to see a band that had been at the forefront of my interest in music, and who could break up again at a moment’s notice.
I had left work early that day to get home and be prepared to depart for the show in time to get my ticket from will call and to meet up with my friends Dave and Tyler who wanted to pregame in the parking lot.
I got home and went to my bedroom. I threw on a t-shirt I’d bought at a Goodwill, a new pair of Levi’s, my grey and black striped hoodie, and my Osaka Tigers. I took it easy for a bit, had a cigarette, and decided to head to the show.
I called Dave on the way and discovered not only were they already there but they were enjoying Pabst Blue Ribbon, my personal favorite when it comes to beer under seven dollars for a twelve pack. I told him I’d be there soon.
I pulled into the amphitheater parking lot, and could hear music emanating from the stage through my open car windows. The opening band had already taken the stage, but they were of little interest to me. My main concern was finding Dave and Tyler and having a preshow party. I found them sitting in Dave’s car. I hopped in the back and cracked a PBR.
“I can’t wait for this show,” Tyler exclaimed, “but I’m gonna slam a few more beers first.”
“How long you guys been here?” I asked.
“About an hour.”
I could tell by the four remaining PBR cans that it had, at least been a productive hour. As we sat and caught up with each other, Dave noticed some interesting events taking place behind us. An SUV filled with young, highly attractive girls had come under the suspicion of the event staff. Soon event staffed were assisted by police officers, and the alcohol the girls had in their vehicle was no longer a private matter. The three of us were enthralled with the events taking place behind us, and made numerous jokes at the girls’ expense. I can only now imagine the worry going through their minds, and how I would soon have thoughts of my own.
We finished our beers and I ran to the will call desk to grab my ticket. Dave and Tyler had seats, while I was relegated to the lawn. We planned to meet up later and I went to find a few other friends that I knew were there.

Blink-182 hit the stage just as I found my friend’s, Brian and Stephanie, I had a fresh beer in hand and was singing along to all my favorite songs. The show was everything I had hoped it would be. I departed Brian’s company to find Brittany, the girl I’d been seeing. I wandered amongst the throngs of people, and found her and her friends dancing at the front of the lawn. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and rested my chin on her shoulder. She knew it was me, and wrapped her arms around mine. She turned her head and looked at me, her brown eyes sparkling in the stage lighting. We swayed together for a few more songs, including Miss You, which would soon become all too fitting. Before I knew it the show had come to a close. I told her I was off to find Dave to do something after the show.
“Okay babe. Be careful. I love you.”
It was the first time she had ever said that and it took me by surprise. I smiled.
“I will. Love you too.” She faded into the crowd as I walked away.

Finding Dave was impossible. His cell phone just rang and rang. Later I would learn that he had been kicked out of the show for fighting someone, and that he enjoyed the rest of the show from his car. At the time however, I had no chance of finding him in the congestion of people. I assumed he went home and I decided to do the same. Dave, however, had still been there I just didn’t remember where he had parked and ended up going to the casino, which I also wanted to do, but opted against it because I didn’t want to go alone.
I hopped in my car and rolled down the windows. It was a gorgeous seventy degree star lit evening. I fired up a cigarette and waited in the long line of post show traffic. It broke up after about ten minutes and I was on my way home listening to the new album by the band Brand New.

Wind whipped around me as I cruised through the clear October night. My mind drifted to Brittany and how happy I was. It had been a long time since a girl had told me she loved me. My heart had been shattered by my last love and in an effort to push that pain away I medicated myself with drugs and alcohol. Now I had Brittany, but some habits die harder than others.
I was and still am a fan of taking back roads. My route home that night led past a small airport that had, at one time, been nothing but farmland. I drove that road at least four times a week, but on that night, unfortunately, so did the police.
I had just reached into my pack of cigarettes and as the filter pressed against my lips, the red and blue lights of a police cruiser sparked behind me.
In what seemed like seconds, the officer had approached my already rolled down window.
“How you doing tonight sir?”
“What can I do for you officer?” I didn’t even answer his question.
I could not believe my misfortune. My headlight had burnt out on the way home, and in the midst of my thoughts and the alcohol, I hadn’t even noticed. He leaned in a little further and shone his flashlight on me.
“Have you been drinking tonight sir?”

Misery Breeds Creativity

I don't know why people hate having their heart broken. Yeah, the loneliness sucks, and the loss of regular sex is no fun either, but I find it is when I am at my most creative.

All too often, I find a girl and become so wrapped up in her, I lose myself. I quit doing what I really enjoy.

The most fucked up thing about all of this is that what I really enjoy is thinking of the girl I just lost. I sit and remind myself of all the great things I did for her and none of the horrible things I did to her. I sit and ponder things to say to try and get her back, instead of remembering the way I was when I first met her. Relationship me is born and then dies. He's died, by my count, about 7 times now. It's a terribly vicious cycle. I feel very sorry for him.

I, on the other hand, live on and become more creative. He must die, so I can live. It's a constant battle between my inner Highlanders.

The best part though......I get to stop shaving again.

Midnight Giant Music Video Release

Midnight Giant is from St. Louis and in the process of recording his first full length album. I have had the pleasure of working with him in the past and it is my honor to present Midnight Giant's first full length music video.

Midnight Giant

And of course major props goes to the director, Cole Hieronymus, and undergroundedproductions.

UndergroundedProductions

And now without further ado, the official music video from Midnight Giant for the song "Sorry, Wake Up"

I'm Still Here.......Is he crazy or a genius?

Now I have yet to see his new film, I'm Still Here, but Joaquin Pheonix might be the Andy Kaufman of our generation with this new film.

The film follows Joaquin and his transition from successful actor to aspiring rapper. If you have not seen Joaquin perform a rap song, just know it is kinda God awful. It reminds me alot of a kid with a webcam shooting a rap video to put on Youtube.

So we know he can't rap, but man can he look bad ass. That whole full beard/sunglasses/suit thing he had going on was down right amazing. He also can party hardcore. The film depicts cocaine use, prostitutes, and things generally reserved for the Jackass gang (Jackass 3-D in theaters October 15, 2010).

The "character" Joaquin portrays very much reminds me of when Andy Kaufman created the character of Tony Clifton and swore up and down that they were separate people. Joaquin, it seems, took it one step further and altered his own personality entirely for a character.

I saw the episode of David Letterman where Joaquin sat down for an interview in all of his bearded glory and then systematically refused any kind of interview at all. Well, it's been roughly a year and a half since his last Letterman interview (The new one airs September 22nd on CBS), and we might finally clear up if this was all an act by an amazing actor capable of full character immersion, or simply a documentary about a talented actor who thoroughly lost his mind.

I'm Still Here is currently in select theaters

credit to Buzznet.com for the photo

80% of 90: Recollections of a Correctional Center Stay

Introduction
On Wednesday October 28th, I approached the window and told them my name, at precisely 8:54am. The lady on the other side took down my information and told me to have a seat. The bitter after taste of my last cigarette was still lingering in my mouth. It’s a flavor I usually despise, but in this case it was something I wanted to savor just a little bit longer. My father was seated in one of the rows of chairs, and I sat down beside him.

We watched as a heavy set, anxious looking man marched out from behind a heavy wooden door. He had a scruffy goatee and short blonde bangs that hung just above his eyebrows, while his hair hung shoulder length in the back. His eyes were wild looking as he hurriedly made his way around the lobby carrying a large clear plastic bag over his shoulder, like a shopping mall Santa Clause on Adderal. His bag contained an odd assortment of items. Everything from deodorant and tennis shoes, to Ramen noodles and a family sized box of saltine crackers. He walked with purpose to a bank of phones, made a quick call, and headed for the front door as if shot from a cannon. My father and I joked about the odd scene we had just witnessed.
“And did you see the box of crackers?” I asked smiling.
My father chuckled lightly.

I’d had butterflies in my stomach all morning. I was nervous, but also to a certain degree excited. I had no idea what to expect or, for that matter, the type of people I’d encounter. A uniformed woman stepped out from behind a different door and called the name of a man seated in front of me. He was late 30’s, heavier, with a close shaven goatee. As he walked toward the door, she said, in a loud voice even though no one else was there, my name.
“Well Pop?”
“See ya later, kiddo.”

I made my way around the row of chairs and in a moment, as if I’d forgotten something, turned reached back across and shook my father’s hand. I would have liked to hug him, but it was it too late for that and we’ve never been affectionate in that way anyway. I turned toward the doorway, and stepped through. It closed behind me with a loud click. I was officially in jail for 90 days.

Commercialism at Dusk

I think Target over did it with the fans.....

An old story that I was writing and never finished......should I go back to it?

Chapter 1

I found myself staring off into space again. I've been doing that a lot lately. Not because my mind wanders, which it does from time to time, but from boredom. Boredom from monotony is the best way to phrase it. Life seems to be the same repetitive cycle of events, day in and day out, I do the same tasks, eat the same food, and watch the same TV shows. Nothing ever seems to change. Is this a bad thing or a good thing? I have yet to decide. One thing that is different, however, is that I have started listening to music a lot more lately, anything that has a decent beat. Anything that's upbeat enough to take my mind off of whatever it tends to wander to these days. Motion City Soundtrack seems to be doing the trick for now. I've been taking my music everywhere with me on my iPod. My headphones, literally, never leave my ears. I've wondered if this makes me anti-social, but haven't gotten enough feedback from others to really make a decision either way. I tell myself, it's because I like making a soundtrack to my life, pretending that life is something more grand than it truly is, but in the end I know it's not. It's just fun to imagine sometimes.

My girlfriend, Haley, says that my new take on life is, as she put it "refreshing". She says I'm finally seeing things for what they really are, and not just what I want them to be. She's big into herbal remedies and indie rock, so, as of late, my unconventional way of thinking seems very conventional in her eyes and it has brought us a lot closer together. Haley is perhaps the sweetest girl I have ever met. Everything she does, she does with good intentions, yet sometimes things don't work out for her.

I have tremendous respect for all the bullshit she has put up with over the last 9 years. Her mom passed away when she was 10. I guess her father didn't know how to handle it, because instead of being the loving dad he was when she was younger, he turned to drinking and hitting her in order to deal with his pain.

She ran away at 14, after nearly 3 years of abuse, and went to live with a friend in Michigan. I can't even begin to imagine what it's like at 14, to be at a bus stop with a ticket, 200 dollars that you stole from your dad, and a duffle bag crammed with clothes. I would have been scared shitless, but she wasn't. She knew it was what she had to do. She told me the scariest part was the thought that, even though she was leaving, she still loved her dad and that with the path she was taking she may not get to see him again. That was the only time she ever cried about it.

I met Haley a month after she moved home at a concert downtown. She looked stunning, and being the cocky, overt guy I tend to be, I couldn't help but talk to her. Needless to say, I got her phone number and the rest, at least to this point in time, is history. It's been six months so far. We've fought and argued like all couples do, but when it's over and I look through the hair hanging over her face and into her eyes, I know that I love her.


Chapter 2

I went to visit my Dad in the nursing home today. You can't help but be depressed when you enter a place like that. It has the distinct smell of floor sanitizer and piss, and everywhere around you nurses are wheeling people, who appear already dead, in wheelchairs. My dad is only 66 years old but, through of a lifetime of heavy drinking and smoking, a burden I have accepted upon myself as well, he has lost the ability to support himself without the aid of machines. He had a live-in nurse for awhile, but after the insurance company refused to continue funding it, we were forced to pack up his belongings and put them in storage, while he was relocated to Delmar Acres retirement home.

Every time I visit my Dad, I cry. Not because he's on his last leg, but because I know, mentally, he's still capable. I can see it in his eyes that he hates what he's become. He doesn't communicate very well, because his vocal cords are damaged from the surgery he had on his throat a year ago. His speech is slow and methodical and to the point. He doesn't waste time with frivolous words. He says exactly what he wants to say and never anything more.

I miss the father I grew up with. The one who would order pizza for me on Saturday nights and we'd watch Saturday Night Live together. I know this is the same man, but he doesn't feel the same. Every time I see him, he changes, and never in a good way. I wish there was something I could do to help him, but there isn't.

Chapter 3

Haley and I exchanged gifts today because it was Christmas. I got her a DVD about quantum physics because she is interested in things like that. She didn't get me anything because she doesn't believe in Christmas, but it's ok. I'd rather give gifts than receive them anyway. I've never really had a Christmas like they have in the movies, with the big families and the huge, colorful tree. Mine have been reserved for minor gift giving and the occasional meal at home with my dad. This year, Haley had "family stuff" to do, that I wasn't invited to, so Christmas, like it usually does, ended at around 10:30a.m. I spent the rest of the day laying around and watching crappy TV. One channel even showed a burning log in a fireplace, with Christmas music playing over the video, for 6 hours. You'd have to be high to get any kind of enjoyment out of something like that. Late that evening I decided I wanted to get out and associate with other people. Unfortunately on Christmas not much is open except for pharmacies and casinos. I opted for the latter.

I couldn't help notice that the colorful lights of the casino do a damn good job of representing the holidays year round. Each light of the slot machine twinkles with the hope delivering that special someone a life changing gift. Yet, as I wondered amongst the people in the casino, I couldn't help but notice how unsatisfied they all looked. Everyone appeared to be on their last leg, only able to support themselves with that twinkling hope. I wonder if I appear that way to other casino observers. Do I appear sad and disheveled as I wonder the lights? I hope I don't.

Chapter 4

I was eating lunch the other day at this awesome deli in town. As I took my first bite into my sandwich, a girl walked by with the wearing the same perfume my ex used to wear. The instant that scent hit my nostrils, all the memories of her flooded into my head. The long drives, the shopping trips, talking on the phone for hours, her smile: it all hit me simultaneously. Everything came back all at once, like getting hit with a baseball bat. The only reason I even mention this is because the first feeling I felt was excitement, followed by depression, followed by guilt. All of this occurred within 30 seconds of each other. I was excited because I thought it was actually her, I was depressed when it wasn't, I felt guilty because I thought of Haley and how I was letting her down by having these feelings. Was I really letting her down? Doesn't everybody feel remorse for relationships they've lost?

I love Haley to death, but my ex exceeds her in only one category; sex. My ex was down for anything. Haley has never been one to freely have sex. It seems like I have to fight her on it every time we do it. It almost feels like I'm play-raping her, and I only say play-raping and not actual raping because she's my girlfriend. Honestly, I feel bad whenever we finish because it never seems likes she really wanted to. I don't really care though.

Chapter 5

I have no idea what Haley's deal is lately. She is incessant about me spending more time with her. I already spend every waking hour of my free time with her. What the fuck else does she want from me? I tried to reason with her and let her know that I make as much time for her as I can, but I can't be expected to skip work to go to the Goddamn mall. She didn't seem to enjoy reasoning very much because as she put it, "I need to quit talking down to her." "It's not my fault. If you're gonna act like a child, I'm gonna treat you like one."

Those eyes that are normally reserved for loving glances were filled with a fire that I had never seen before after I said that. It was anger that I didn't even know she had in her. It had to have been dwelling for a long time because only pent up rage and frustration could have caused her hit me as hard as she did. I stood there in shock as the nerves in my face sent the stinging sensation throughout my body. This sweet, innocent girl, who I have to come to love so much, unleashed a blow that, to me, represented everything she dislikes about me. I had half the mind to clench my fist and return the favor, but I composed myself and simply turned my back on her and left. I went outside and stood in the driveway staring at the sky and chain-smoking cigarettes.

I tend to stare up at the sky when things trouble me. It helps to remind how small I am compared to this universe. I might need to reevaluate how serious I've gotten with Haley over these last few months. Things seem to have been taken to a new level tonight and I'm not exactly sure where this new path is going to take us.

Chapter 6

I ate fast food today and I don't mean salad from McDonald's, I mean double bacon cheeseburger, large fries, and a large chocolate shake. I haven't had any of those things in over 3 years. I could feel my arteries clogging with each and every bite. I thought my heart would simply stop working before I stood up from the table, yet I reveled in every minute of it. I felt it was something I needed.

Ever since I was little I've loved food, any food. I can remember sneaking Oreo cookies before school and then hurrying up to brush my teeth so my mom didn't see the chocolate on them. I can remember throwing a temper tantrum when my dad ordered pizza with onions on it. In protest, all I had for dinner was gum. Unfortunately, all these Oreo sneakings and pizza dinners made me the fat kid of my late grade school and high school years.

It's hard going into high school being 5'11'' and 250 pounds. People I thought were my friends, turned out to be the same people who ridiculed me and mocked me behind my back, and all of this because I couldn't control the amount of food I put in my mouth. If any good came from being the fat kid, it was that it helped to shape my personality. It helped me to take things with a grain of salt, instead of letting things fester in my own mind. Being able to brush of other people's thoughts and feelings about me is something I consider one of my strongest virtues, yet I steal yearn for acceptance. It's because of that yearning that I started working out at the gym in my town. Little by little, I turned myself from the fat kid, who was the class clown, to the good looking guy, who had to beat back the girls with a stick. Every compliment I received fed my ego, and in turn fueled my intensity at the gym.

The main reason why I bring all this up was because I saw a kid today who reminded me much of myself in my early high school years. You'd think after all the verbal abuse I faced, I could have sympathized with this kid, but did I? Not one bit. In fact, I mocked him. Not to friends or bystanders, just quietly to myself. What does this say about me as a human being? Without going to far into analyzing my own head, I can tell you what it means. I FEAR HIM. Not as a person, but what he represents to me. He is everything I hated about myself when I was younger. Overweight, probably lonely (definitely from a girlfriend standpoint), he probably stays home on weekends and plays video games instead of socializing with friends. These are things that I never want to be ever again, and so with every bite of my cheeseburger today I relished it and despised it all at the same time. Fifteen minutes after I was finished I was in the bathroom making myself throw up my dinner.

Sunday Night Programming on HBO

So many season finales tonight.......Some of them make me thank god my life is not like there's, some make me think it is, some make me wish it was just like that.

EDIT: Actually, I'm just like the last one

Soooo

I decided to start a blog to potentially just rid myself of Facebook entirely. Don't get me wrong I love FB and the way it connects with friends. I probably won't ever be totally rid of my FB addiction, but the more I sit and consider it, the more I see that FB creates misery and disappointment amongst friends. I cannot tell you how often I've heard that "so and so's" FB post made me sad and/or angry.

As I sit here and comment on FB about the St. Louis Ram's football game, I wonder if I will miss all the good times me and Facebook had together.

Drinking beers with a buddy in another state.
Commenting on the need for economic reformation with a friend who is a lawyer.
Stalking an ex-girlfri.......you get the idea.

Like I said, FB will always be a way for me to connect with people, but I feel I can communicate much better in complete sentences. So many LOL's, BRB's, Emoticons, and random ass posts about how someone needs 8 people to contribute to there mayoral race in Mafia Wars have left a bad taste in my mouth. So from here on out, I will make most of my life know through my personal blog, and no longer interest myself in the day to day random postings of FB...................................................................however if you don't go see Social Network by David Fincher, you will be sadly mistaken.

28 Beers Later...

This is a movie script I wrote with my buddy Tom Welch ages ago....it's been sitting on my computer for awhile collecting virtual dust....so I figured I'd share it with the world.....give me a shout whether you like it or not....