Stream of Consciousness Journal Entry

I am, as it turns out, quite the geek. By 7:10 am on the 11th Mel and I were standing in a line to get the new iPhones. As it turned out only 60 phones had arrived that day. There were 200 in front of us. We went home empty handed.
3am the following day would find me riding my bike across the Monterey peninsula with a folding chair and a MacBook Air strapped to my back. My 3:30 arrival guaranteed first place in line. I’ve never been first at anything. Mostly cuz I don’t try very hard. Which means I normally come in third. Out of 5 billion that ain’t bad. But this time I was first, which put Melanie in second place by marriage.

By 4am I was no longer alone. By 9am there were 200 people in line and Mel had joined me. Big shout goes out to Granny Woodman for staying home with young Izzie Rain while Mel and I took part in the great adventure.

75 phones arrived in day two’s shipment. All black. We wanted white. Bummer.
While I love the new 2.0 software and am a huge fan of 3G, the moronic salesmen at our AT&T store can sit and spin. I’ll let Mel blog about the details but if you live in our area, do yourself a favor and drive to San Jose’s Apple Store to get your phone. Don’t give these anus-hats the commission.

Not a ton to report. My days and nights have been spent Monkey Pawing. I’ll be finished before next week’s trip to Comicon where my days will be spent writing and my nights spent attending various parties. I’m going to try to have fun this year. Last year it felt more like work. Like I spent most of my time as Tommy Jane’s head of security. This year that ain’t gonna happen. This year if he wants to pee off the top of a building, I ain’t stopping him.

Young Ms. Izzie Rain spent 20 months crawling. That’s all gone. Now it’s walk or sleep. No in between. Which is great because currently she walks slower than she crawls and sleeps slower than both.
After returning from Pittsburgh I did a couple of interviews. The first was for some old friends from my Friday the 13th forum days, Wes and Dave. Can check it out at Oh-The-Horror if you’re bored. It’s spoiler free. Mostly me complaining about Hollywood. Like you’ve never heard that before.
Then I did an interview for Dark Scribe Magazine. I take the stream of consciousness approach to doing interviews. I eat the whole thing in one sitting and don’t edit myself. I like the result. Like it or not, it’s real.

Here’s a pic I stole from the wrap party pics. Gary, Sarah and Kortney. Three of my favorite people representing three of my favorite things. Blood, makeup and clothes.
Currently I’m IMing with Patrick who is trying to edit the movie if I would stop bugging him.
I also just got an IM from Martin Barnewitz who directed Messengers II and just landed in LA. He reports that it’s hot in the Valley. He’s digging in to begin editing as well.
Thus, since all of my director friends are currently editing movies, I too shall edit a movie. And post it…here.

Okay, well, there wasn’t much editing in it.
Dean Lorey is in London with Damon Wayans and Don Reo. I chatted with him this morning as they were about to go have dinner with Clarence Clemons. Actually I think they flew in a private jet to Spain earlier today so ixna on the ondonla. It’s just so very difficult to keep up with Dean’s extravagant playboy lifestyle. Anyway, I can only assume Dean will later post all about it, but while you wait you might check out his blog where he goes back in time and talks about his work on Jason Goes to Hell.

I think I wrote about my bike when It got stolen from my office a few months back. As a result I started riding Mel’s bike. Eventually she wanted it back so she bought me the above.
Its fast goes to eleven.

Okay, I gotta get back to work. Cute kid though, huh?
Later gaters.