remember and forget

Today is that Valentine’s Day thing again, and I am once again without a Valentine to speak of.  It’s strange that, despite having dated several women over the past several years, I have somehow managed to be Valentine-less for the last several Valentine’s Days.  This is not such a bad thing, really, as drinking a few glasses of scotch is generally cheaper than having a Valentine.  This year, however, in this place… I could really use a Valentine.  Perhaps I’ll meet one at the bar later…

Those of you who insist that Valentine’s Day is a ridiculous holiday invented by the greeting card companies are both soul-less and wrong — there is nothing wrong with a day devoted to love, and Sweetest Day was invented by the greeting card companies.  Sweetest Day is a ridiculous holiday invented by the greeting card companies.

So, with that, I wish you all — soul-less/soulful, right/wrong — a happy Valentine’s Day.  Spend it as you will, but keep in mind what we can and cannot take with us when we go, along with all the things we will remember and forget.

not going to

Beebear

…I’d explain, but I’m not going to.

This week:

This week:

  • I finished the first draft of my screenplay.
  • I got two copies of a book in the mail that uses one of my photos from Korea on the cover.
  • I finished my water PSA.
  • I got some cookies and a Pez dispenser shaped like a Walgreens truck from my parents.
  • I found out I got a C on my Art History midterm.
  • I got a free pizza from Papa John’s.
  • I had trouble sleeping.

these days

“The Earth is degenerating these days. Bribery and corruption abound. Children no longer mind their parents, every man wants to write a book, and it is evident that the end of the world is fast approaching.”
~Assyrian stone tablet, circa 2800 B.C.

I am not a Sprint customer

It’s strange, I don’t care about sports at all, but staying home and watching the Super Bowl alone while working on my Screenwriting mid-term is making me feel strangely lonely. Perhaps it’s got something to do with the fact that I am not a Sprint customer. Or, perhaps it’s this bag of strange Super Bowl nostalgia that opens up this time every year. I often think I’d be a much happier person were it not for all the good memories I have to reflect on.

I don’t remember last year’s Super Bowl at all, but this isn’t surprising considering my mental state at the time. Has it really only been a year since last year?

Touchdown Pittsburgh. Zippity ding-dong. I want Pittsburgh to lose because of the crappy teacher I had last quarter who was a fan of them. I want him to be sad today, and then I want him to reflect on all the valuable class time he wasted talking about his precious Steelers.

LET'S GET READY TO CRUMBLE

Kraft Crumbles Commercial

Hamilton Hall

Hamilton

…the Film & Television building, where I live.