My brain needs something to do. Communication with a five year old (or with 150+ teenagers) just doesn't cut it. So while surfing the internet late one night, I got an email from the folks at NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month - leading me to this decision: I will write a screenplay. About what? No clue. I guess you could say I am in the "organizing my thoughts" stage. I have plotlines, characters, themes all twirling around my head.
gotta go help Chaz clean up his room - if he is ready - I gotta GO!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Sunday, March 07, 2010
So Far From Epic
My disappointment in this new trend of describing the great as epic mounts. My fear? That epic will become the new awesome. And how sad is that? The once awe inspired word whittled down to slang. From inspiring awe, to expressing awe, to remarkable; outstanding. Slang - just everyday vernacular.
Awesome.
Dude.
Speaking of awesome - feel like following me and my ADHD down the tangent trail? Really more like, speaking of dude... big Lebowski's picking up the axe and strumming a tune in modern day Hollywood. It seems the song originated from a down and out fellow spending blocks of time just sitting in his ride.
Can't wait to see it; this morning on Sunday Morning Bridges was refreshingly unHollywood, sharing the private moment of meeting his wife, proudly showing her off, then again - up close, obviously still in love after 33 years - there's a man.
He looks at her with love in his eyes not giving a damn if anyone's looking. How lucky is he? To have met his girl, fallen in love, stayed there, and lived to tell. Maybe that could be awesome - that is - awesome before awesome could be interchanged with rad, or stellar, or epic - I really hope not.
Awesome.
Dude.
Speaking of awesome - feel like following me and my ADHD down the tangent trail? Really more like, speaking of dude... big Lebowski's picking up the axe and strumming a tune in modern day Hollywood. It seems the song originated from a down and out fellow spending blocks of time just sitting in his ride.
Can't wait to see it; this morning on Sunday Morning Bridges was refreshingly unHollywood, sharing the private moment of meeting his wife, proudly showing her off, then again - up close, obviously still in love after 33 years - there's a man.
He looks at her with love in his eyes not giving a damn if anyone's looking. How lucky is he? To have met his girl, fallen in love, stayed there, and lived to tell. Maybe that could be awesome - that is - awesome before awesome could be interchanged with rad, or stellar, or epic - I really hope not.
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