Wendago

Stop what you are doing, fix yourself a sandwich, put your feet up and watch the following. It comes to me via Patrick Lussier who recieved it via Nathan Fillion.
It will change your life.
In a good way.
DR. HORRIBLE’S Sing-Along-Blog

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.

A nice spoiler free article in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette about MBV3D with quotes from producer, Jack Murray and a new pic of The Ackles for all those on Team Jensen.

Izzie Rain walks. First a disclaimer. Her mother didn’t dress her. It was chilly at the Cannery Row so I snatched a backup tie-dye from under the Bugaboo. I thought I would get points for layering. Apparently not. But that don’t matter. The creature hath walked. Her journey to full cylon awareness is almost complete. Sure she took her sweet time but we ain’t exactly been pushing her. Sort of figured she’d get around to it when she was ready. And go figger. She did. We never had practice walking sessions. We play, we sing, we dance. We watch Backyardigans and Yo Gabba Gabba. We let her climb. And we let her fall. And kiss the booboo if it comes to that. Most of the time falling just pisses her off and she immediately climbs back up. That’s my girl. Fact is, I’m pretty happy.
Of course, I can’t wait for the revolution, the day the people take a stand against the corporate machine by downing all forms of communication and electric power, forcing all to return to the spiked club and the campfire so that I can just chill out with the girls. But until then…I got a lot of work to do. Too much work to do. Of the top of my head there are twelve. Four are pressing and screaming for attention. Monkey’s Paw, Angeles, Devil’s Raiders, Argonauts. I write these down so that 20 years from now I can refer back to this journal and show my daughter what I was doing while she grew up.
Speaking of growing up. I guess I’ll never get over the small fact that my little brother is “doing it”. But evidently he is. Because he and his lovely wife gave birth to Izzie Rain’s very first cousin, Skyler Jorn, 8 pounds 3 ounces. A size which both Mel and Izzie quickly proclaimed “sissy”. I said this earlier to my father who asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?” I replied, “You know, because Izzie was so big.” He had no clue. “Dad, Izzie was 11 lbs, 10 oz.” He did not understand the words that were coming out of my mouth. Nada. These are not the droids you’re looking for. Like a deer caught in the headlights. Elevator to the penthouse has been closed for repairs. Three cheers for paying attention.
But all in all, life is good. Messengers II wrapped. I’m hearing great things. Spoke with Martin, the director, today. He’s a couple weeks away from heading to LA to start cutting it together. MBV is nearing the finish line. Nothing but good news from the set. Spoke with Patrick several times since returning from Pittsburgh. Just this morning he mentioned a scene they shot and how awesome it went. Yup, life is good.
Which is most likely why someone sent me an email today which said simply, “Hey, have you seen the message boards at the imdb about you?”
Why no. I had not. Didn’t even know they existed. Thanks for the head’s up. I simply don’t know how I’ve managed to make it this far in life without the detailed love and support that the readers of the imdb have to offer. Why, let’s just take a moment to relive some of them.
by f-slocum (Sun Mar 19 2006 14:49:45)
“Face it the man is untalented,He just borrowed the ideas and stuff form video games and just put them inot his screipt for Jason X.proves how untalented he really is(there’s more but I’m not going to say it)I am giving Todd Farmer one mroe chance on Psychopath but if it sucks he should retire now and work at a gas station in Texas,cause that’s the only job he looks like he cna do.”
by bloody_axe_boy (Sat Feb 3 2007 15:59:31)
“John Carpenter should of never let this guy help him write his nexted movie, did any of you seen Jason X? yea…boring! lame! and just plane old sucky”
by Croc-O-Dyle (Sun Jan 27 2008 16:39:51)
“Not untalented – that only implies lack of talent. This scum is actually *antitalented* – he sucks even the tiniest potential of goodness out of anything that he approaches. He’s one of the many black holes of the industry. Fortunately, it’s a very small and insignificant black hole, no bigger than a hedgehog’s back orifice.”
That one’s my favorite. Scum. Hedgehog’s orifice. How proud I must be. Hey, Izzie Rain. come here. Read this. See how stupid it makes daddy look.

Eh, nevermind. I spend half my life looking stupid without any one else’s help.
Of course for every sun there is a moon. For every Vader there is a Kenobi. And there were those who said kind words and defended the black hole that is me. Thanks for that. I doubt you’ll ever find or see my thanks from my hidden little place in the web so I’m sending good thoughts and as a result perhaps your Venti Mocha will be spontaneously free tomorrow.
And to those of you that hate me. Eh, may your mocha be free too. Life’s tough enough without holding grudges. But you should know, not everyone hates me. There are, in fact, those that…well…love me. At least I think it’s love.
by myersfreak78 (Fri Jun 27 2003 12:56:32)
“Oh im so in love…”
by billyxix (Wed May 26 2004 06:15:22)
“I am in TOTAL agreement! I dunno if your a man or a woman, but I’m a guy, and he is my total type of guy I find incredibly hot!”
Smoke’em if you got’em I say. Thus, here’s one for the ladies…ahem…guys.

One time I was sitting at a red light thinking. I do that sometimes. Think. The light turned green. But I didn’t go because, as I mentioned, I was thinking. Finally I realized my error and started to pull forward as WHAM! This massive SUV ran the redlight ahead! Was it luck? Good judgement? Karma that kept me alive that day? Dunno, but whatever it was, it’s still watching over me. Because I shudder to imagine what would have happened had I said an ill word toward young master Jensen Ackles in my previous post. Well, I don’t have to imagine. I know what would have happened. It would have started slowly. I would have noticed people who looked out of place. On the street corner. Across from the Red House Cafe. More and more as the day went on. Like the first chapter of Sorcerer’s Stone. Except where the Dursley’s were seeing wizard robes and pointy hats. I would have been seeing Supernatural T-shirts and glaring faces. This would no doubt have resulted in my being dragged out into the streets by a posse of Jensenites. Using mythology from the show I would have been proclaimed some form of demon. I’m nearly certain someone would have shot me with a salt filled shotgun.
Disaster avoided.
Thank you for the comments and emails. All very kind. Well, except for that one email. Apparently I am forever damned to the seventh level of hell for only just now recognizing the brilliance that is Jensen.
I actually suck at playing Hollywood. I’m known to speak my mind much to my own detriment. If I didn’t like something I’d tell you. But Jensen, Jaime, Kerr, Edi, Betsy…the entire cast…they really are just that good. Their performances make me look like a better writer. Sure, it’s just a horror movie but man is it going to be a well done horror movie. I’m just proud to be a small part of it.
This is just a small thing but I found it endearing. I guess it was day one. I had not yet been introduced to Mr. Ackles. And there was no guarantee that I would be. Writers tend to drool, belch and break wind so the powers that be like to keep up away from the talent. Truth is, writers, we do our part early on. We may tweak a line or two during production or make a quick change due to budget restraints but our job is to stay out of the way once the cameras start rolling. We become both unseen and forgotten. So, I was well hidden in the shadows across the set from where Jensen was shooting a very intense scene. Cut. Then as the crew moved camera and lights for the next set up, Jensen crossed the entire set. I remember looking up and thinking, hmm, wonder where he’s going. Turns out he was coming to introduce himself to me.
Looks, talent and just a wonderfully nice guy. Keep him safe, Fandom, he’s one of the good ones.