[  Mood: Sick ]
Same as before, kids. Read my past stuff, because I so will it.

Today, I sit here, thinking about the Knight Rider movie. I won’t even deign to review that pile of cinecrap, because The Rage builds wi’in my breast. Best to leave such daemons play with the entrails of others.

Whatever happened to creativity?

Why does H’Wood continually shunt aside potentially grear stories and offer us pablum based on old TV shows r novels that have been so butchered as to be unrecognizable? (I’m looking at you now, You Rat Bastiches Who Gave Us "Jumper"!)

I know that it can be tough to craft a story. Right now, I’m fighting (and losing) with a story that’s been my life’s-blood for close to two years now. I’ve put it down gently once, and thrown it across the room in anger once. Ideas are tough to mine. But these guys aren’t trying. They’re parked on their fat a$$es in the luxury offices, getting pedicures and eating sushi that my friend Carolyn deserves much more (message me, and I’ll route you to her web site. Not sure if I can advertise here) while they feed us "KR" and "Jumper" and worse ("Roscoe Jenkins", anyone?).

Okay, I’m as done as I can be. I’ll only begin recycling the words from here. If anyone has an answer that makes sense, please leave me a message.

Truthseeker (still insane after all these months)