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Thanks to the awesome JD I’m now a cartoon character. A lot of you probably haven’t seen the update so go over and check it out. Joe is awesome, and make sure you check out his new story.

Just finished watching Cloverfield…..I feel dizzy and have a headache.  I probably would’ve thrown up if I’d seen it at the theater. Man, that’s some shaky camera work there.

Despite that, I liked it a lot. No, wait…the Hud character started to annoy me after he screamed “Rob!” the millionth time. My favorite line was the army guy saying, “Whatever it is out there…it’s winning.” Just kidding. Lines like that make me cringe and yell nasty things at the TV.

The real best part of the movie? Odette Yustman. If cuteness was a crime, she’d be serving life sentence. And as if that wasn’t enough, she has to be so adorable speaking Spanish.  Add another 300 years to that sentence.

Someone should break the bad news to her.

I’d like to see this in the theaters. It’s by Tarsem (yes, that guy) so you know it will be beautiful to look at, but the story behind it and about it is also an intrigue. Gotta see it in a big screen.

You have seen Tarsem’s ‘The Cell’, haven’t you? If you’ve missed it, here’s a clip.

You know when you complain about life being unfair and you pity yourself for not having what it takes to deal with it. You complain about others having a better life, better job, better house, better health, better sex; you pity the fool that you have become.

You look in the mirror and you don’t see yourself. You agonize over a single gray hair. You wish your legs were longer and that pair of jeans would hug you just the right way. You wish your biceps and triceps and abdomen were the envy of your friends, neighbors, co-workers, lovers, haters and you wish they never have any of them.

You fret over a wrinkle, a pimple, a scar that picked the prettiest part of your body; an ache that won’t leave, nor leave it be. You wish things were different - all for the best, never for the better. You’re scared of commitment, scared when someone commits to you, scared of life passing you by and waving you past the green light when you’ve always felt like the yellow light. You’re scared because you’re not prepared and you’re scared because you feel you’ll never be. You’re scared of being old, you’re scared of living alone, you’re scared of old age reminding you of old age. You’re scared of living in too much reality. Reality scares your fantasies, it scares your existence as a dream maker. Your dreams are full of scary monsters who were once your very own actions, plans, words, and promises.
Then one day, everything is taken away from you and you wish you had just one little opportunity to turn the ’scare’ button, ‘fret’ button, ‘complain’ button off and live.

This film is exactly what I needed to experience this weekend. I was feeling real shitty. If a man, after being denied everything except the blink of one eye, can decide not to pity himself anymore and make the best of it, I ought to be ashamed of myself for considering pity pills.

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, to me, is about acceptance. Accept who you are, what you are, where you are, and how you are, and you’ll begin to enjoy life a lot more. I will, you will, Jean-Dominique Bauby had, Schnabel has. Sure, things hurt, people hurt, and things about life do too. And you’re right to feel sad when they do.

Just don’t buy a round-trip ticket on that misery express. Hop on, get to your destination, and hop off.

Wong Kar-Wai tells Leonard Lopate why he wanted to work with Jones for My Blueberry Nights.

Saturdays, you know. Productivity-wise it’s perhaps the best day of the week for me. Spent the morning at Starbucks, as usual, catching up on reading, writing, and - sue me for this - thinking. I wrote a future blog post long-hand; it’s titled, as of now, “How To Say ‘No’”. Wrote it in the middle of reading the excellent Influence: The Psychology of Persuasion by Robert Cialdini; he has a section on ‘how to say no’ but mine is more twisted. I’m not sure but I think I learned of the book when someone mentioned it on Twitter. Gotta love Twitter! Outlined two more episodes of my movie series. Consumed two Ventis - red eye! Hands shook for a long time.

A thing I do usually when I go to the library is walk over to the CD shelf and scan the whole fucking thing to randomly pick music. I hadn’t planned to yesterday…but something told me I should. It was me! If I hadn’t…these are what I’d have missed.

Soundtrack: ROME, Straight Outta Compton: NWA, Memory Almost Full: Paul McCartney, Alright Still: Lily Allen, Hotel: Moby, and Magic: Bruce Springsteen.

Moral of the story: Listen to yourself, even if your voice sounds like a 11-yr old kid.

Stuff on hold for me yesterday:

The Wisdom of Crowds: James Surowiecki, Execution: Larry Bossidy and Ram Charan, and - I’m not kidding - Pour Your Heart Into It: Howard Schultz and Dori Jones Yang, and The Kite Runner soundtrack: Alberto Iglesias.