In honor of whatever team is playing against whatever other team...

I can't be the only person in America who doesn't give a rat's ass about the Superbowl.

I'm using the opportunity to go to Trader Joe's because on any given day the one closest to my house is like a rat maze filled with a 100 little Algernons wandering to and fro, picking out exotic juices and organic cheese. But the Superbowl will keep people at home and I can wander the aisles in peace instead of struggling to keep calm while I wait for the tiny 135-year-old man to decide which flavor of hummus to buy because he hasn't moved out of my way despite the thirty times I've yelled excuse me. He'll be home in his old recliner, eating his hummus and watching grown men throw themselves at each other in pursuit of an oddly-shaped piece of stuffed leather.

I saw Children of Men. Wow. Excellent example of structure. I need to get a copy of that script; it was textbook. Every time our hero's in peril you're wondering how the hell he'll get out of it. Most of the time he's proactive, but even when he's saved from outside it lands him in a worse situation than the one he was saved from. The character development is beautifully done; there's tons of alluded backstory for each person in the story. I'm not entirely sure about some of the plot elements, but as a story it was amazing. The action kept my interest from minute one.

And actor/singer friend of mine who I'll call Rock Star read my script and loved it. The lead in my short film might as well have been written just for him; there's nobody else who could play it. And he wants to do it, and is willing to help me find the right crew to pull it off. So yay. Hurdle number one out of the way. If he didn't want to do my script the whole thing would have been ruined. Rock Star will make the perfect sex-crazed coke-head.