Supposedly Bright Man Makes Bad Decision (Again)

I had been doing fairly well. My stupidity hadn't cost me too much this year, compared to some previous years (like the classic never-got-around-to-registering-my-liscence-plate year). But wait, I manage to screw my own theatre company out of three or four hundred dollars by not knowing my budget and just saying yes when what I clearly should have said was "how much, again?" followed closely by "maybe some other time, thank-you". Shit. Well, of course I'm not actually going to screw the company out of the money - we don't *have* any money for one - but it means another long run of raising funds to pay off dumb-assedness rather than earning allowance for things I like.

It wouldn't be so distressing if people didn't keep telling me I'm smarter than this.

I'm a university certified dumb-ass.

Summer Ends

What did I accomplish this summer?

I wrote the last page of my book (now if only I could write the remaining middle pages...)
I went on vacation.
I played soccer.

What did I want to accomplish this summer?

I wanted to rekindle some wobbly friendships - didn't find time somehow.
I wanted to get a lot of work done on my book - didn't find time somehow.
I wanted to lose a chunk of weight - did that, but then I found it again.

But hey, fall is coming - and I have all kinds of activities planned. An art class, a playwriting conference, a gym membership. (Now I just have to find time to write my book and get my social situation sorted out... hmm... do I see a trend here?)

Next year, Greece! Publication of something! New projects! Just gotta get through to Christmas.

(When is too soon to start planning new year's resolutions?)

End of an Era

It is official.

I have seen a movie that is worse than Barb Wire.

Mulva: Zombie Ass Kicker is the worst movie ever made, period. Not one funny or scary moment in this supposed cult horror comedy flick. Well, one scary moment - when I realized that the whole movie was going to be like that. Worst actors, worst fake accents, worst production values. Seriously, this movie looks like a high school project with sat, fat fourtysomethings in it. The girl on the cover of the box wasn't even in the film (lucky her). Meanwhile, the actors in the film were so bad that there wasn't a single instance of a conversation in a shot. If one person spoke and then another person spoke, they had to cut to a different camera shot of the second person speaking so they could (presumably) shout the actors lines at them in the space between.

And I like bad movies. The only good thing about watching it was that I can now honestly say that Barb Wire isn't the worst movie I've ever seen. That's got to be a useful conversation piece at some point.

Sigh.