I Don't Snack on Meat

C - Tina Fey, because her show 30 Rock, and her character Liz Lemon, offer up some of the brightest and most ingenious comedy on TV today.
L - A children's clothing store in Dubai
O - Drumsticks. You know, the ice cream cones with the unbelievably good waffle cones that have that teeny bit of chocolate at the reverse apex, that's just teeming with orgasmic goodness that I find I can hardly express myself without the use of sexual metaphors, they're just that good.
S - Trying to break my spec for Pushing Daisies, while at the same time get a treatment together for a feature, edit my dern movie, meet with Parkin, find a wife, and figure out what August will bring once I leave my domicile for bigger and better things.
A - Physically injuring to near hospitalization the once lauded M. Night Shyamalan. Three movies full of disappointment hit its peak two weeks ago with The Happening, his biggest ball of suck by far. Redemption will not be easy, nor swift, and by the good gods of Olympus, you better not screw up the Avatar movie, or so help me I'll personally cut your legs off.
T - Never trust anyone wearing pleats in their slacks, especially if they're a woman. Ms. Poundstone, I'm glaring in your direction...

So I'm learning as we speak that absence makes the heart grow fonder. What a dumb cliché, I know, but as someone may or may not have said, "It's resonant because it's true." I am so bored here at my place of employ, I can barely stand it. I finally have time to start working 40 hour weeks here at my editing job, only to find that the first week of 40 also happens to be limbo. Nothing to do here. The person who could be giving us loads of work hasn't shown up in two days, and thus we are stuck to our own devices. One of us is gleefully entertaining himself with Final Cut Pro and prosumer camera tutorials, hoping to someday become so techno-literate, he could make the world's greatest wedding video (which, unfortunately for him, I've already seen *cough*Johanna*cough*, so he's got quite the uphill battle). My other coworker (and "non-sexual life partner" for the past two years) is busy doing whatever his mind tells him is next on the agenda, whether that be reading the comic tomfoolery of Chris' Invincible Super Blog, or just Wiki-ing random names and people for his latest thrill of knowledge. He was looking at Clark Gable not too long ago, which is at least slightly classy (unless he was only curious about Clarky's sexuality, which can be a surprisingly fun game to play with classic Hollywood stars and starlets).

I myself have personally ravaged the video resources available to me, from Hulu to the new thewb.com, which is still only in Beta. I've kinda grown tired of Internet video viewing. I'm not sure whether it's the fact that I'm not on a comfortable couch, or the fact that I'm sitting in an impossibly awkward wooden torture device (read: chair), or just that I'm not comfortable (I'm 98% sure it's screen size). In any case, it gets boring after a while. Real fast.

So, in between random spurts of AD, Buffy, Burn Notice, Raising Arizona, and Eternal Sunshine, I've found myself entranced by the long forgotten joys of Ben Folds courtesy of Pandora, and bits of writing (mostly emails and blogs). It calms me down between fits of intense boredom, but still doesn't solve my problem. What I need is some honest to goodness work. I need to strap myself down in my little wooden chair and multi-clip edit the bejeezus out of some wickedly boring Masterclass. What I wouldn't give to hear the incessant plucking of a slightly out of tune Folk Harp at an Open Mic session, or the jazz harp stylings of Park Stickney, as he thumps the pedals up and down to achieve such a crisp jazz sound. That's what I need right now. That is my drug of choice du jour, thank you very much. How I often used to believe that any double dose of Buster Bluth could cure the boredom of even the most humorless people now seems ridiculous. In my eyes, such a feat cannot fully give a man back his joy.

Work is essential for humans. Haven't we all noticed that the most miserable individuals are those who have not, or are not currently putting in a hard days work, day in and day out? I know of someone now who fits this bill, and his life is utterly (pardon the sharpness) pathetic. He works, yes, but for 4 measly hours out of the day, at a job reserved for high school kids and college freshman. The rest of his time is spent doing who knows what, holed up in his bedroom. He occasionally makes an appearance in our living room, if only to participate in whatever we are laughing at for the moment, even if he doesn't quite get it most of the time (yeah, he's like that). I don't mean to harp (ha!) on the guy, but I pretty much get depressed just looking at him, because I know he's not happy. I've been in his shoes, where I know that I'm not getting the most out of life. It saddens me to think about.

And so, here I am, again, wondering why I'm not working. Well, this time, it's out of my hands. While the money is rolling in at a steady $8.95 an hour, I'm still wasting my time away. And while reading up on Tina Fey's Wiki, or writing on someone's wall on Facebook may sound like the ultimate in luxury if one is getting paid, it's not. It's a little like hell. Each minute that passes is a minute wasted, and you know deep down that there's something better you can be doing.

My hope is that this blog will be a call to action on my part. I need to stop sulking, and find work. I have two projects that desperately need my fingers to type them up, and also countless other ideas that could use a treatment or two. What am I doing wasting my time relishing in the works of others? This time is a gift, given to me to really flesh out the things I've come to find most important to me. If time is not to be wasted, why am I so insistent on complaining about my situation?

I dunno. I really don't. I guess blogging is better than sitting about, so I suppose this is the final complaint; the final straw. No more complaining. Seize the opportunity to creatively expand the world. Seize it, and then go watch something cool.