Part III: More Early November Crap

Yours truly finally got another legit well-deserved day off on Veteran's Day. Monday night, Tanya and I watched that last Indiana Jones movie and went to bed early. The Indy movie was pretty mediocre, as most people know. No one wants to see oldass Indy and oldass Karen Allen and the douche from Transformers and Cate Blacnchett grabbing a paycheck. Those cheesy jungle scenes were on some Endor shit. I expected it to be worse. I mean, it still stayed true to the Indy formula by bending over the willing suspension of disbelief and often getting into some goofy antics. Plus, it threw in inter-dimensional aliens!

So, Tuesday, Tanya had to work, because Fidelity cares about money not war veterans. I guess there’s some bad shirt going on with the economy. I went home and did some laundry and watched Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead. Marisa Tomei getting naked at 44 and looking good, cut by Philip Seymour Hoffman at his fattest. The first shot is of Hoffman giving it to Tomei Snoop Dogg style. Talk about setting a tone, lolz. Throw in some whiny Ethan Hawke and Albert Finney lumbering around as a monstrous old man, add enough dark plot twists to take it from crime melodrama to gothic territory and, bam, my laundry was done and I went to the gym, then Shaw’s, then met up with Tanya for dinner at Frank’s. I swear I was more tired from running around on my day off than I ever am from a work day, excepting really hungover work days. Being old sucks.

Tanya gave you the Surprise Day lowdown. I think the sleep balm is working. I’m also avoiding the caffeine still, so maybe that’s working, too.

I’m not feeling this season of Biggest Loser. What happened to the jovial hopeful fat people? I can see mean dour fat people anywhere.

Lastly, how could I write this terribly long post and not mention that November is National Novel Writing Month, a month in which more skeletal loosely autobiographical narratives are written than any other? It’s a good thing, though. Writing novels is hard. I know because I’ve failed at it several times. Doing the exercise this month teaches people discipline about writing, which is necessary for anyone who wants to write seriously. It’s just weird, though, how I know several people who aren’t really big readers and aren’t writers but throw down for the month. It’s not completely weird, given some of the egos. Last time I tried the exercise, I ended up with a skeleton of a novel that either needs some good research and depth added to really make it a novel, or some good research and some crap cut out to make it a solid long short story or novella. I also maybe want to turn it into a screenplay at some point, since that’s the medium I mostly work in now, in my spare time, when I’m not writing really long blog posts that will go mostly unread. It’s about a guy who mugs people at movie theaters, a gay guy who takes photographic portraits of urinals, and a bored depressed trust fund girl, and how their lives come together. Hey, want to pay me to write it? Get at me, we’ll talk. That’s likely to happen. But, seriously, I need to get back at that, maybe after I finish the screenplay I’ve been working on for awhile now. So, I hope a lot of people that do the exercise like what they write and keep working on it, or at least keep writing. And, if you get successful, hook a brother up. Nah, why would you do that? I suck.

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