Gee, if I knew the secret to receiving comments was simply stating I have nothing to write about I would have started that trend much sooner.

“chuckle”

Survived the weekend even if I feel like complete horse-pucky today. My allergies are attempting a violent takeover and the smattering cocktail of Aleve, Allegra 180, Claritin & Singulair I took this morning has only made me slightly schizophrenic. Saw Troy Saturday night, have a review coming on that one. Worked the 2Bones photo shoot Sunday. I ended up taking some photos (unexpectedly) and overall I was not happy with my set. I’ll probably post a handful of photos a little later this week when I have time to edit them.

Read through my previous entry’s comments and I agree with Ryan that the blog fad is fading and the content is stale. Frankly, there’s a reason writers and artisans get paid (or should get paid) to do what they do – that shit ain’t easy. I wish I had something entertaining to say each and every day, my ego would certainly appreciate the audience. (There I said it) But a blog is like most of my relationships.

You put on your best face for as long as you can. You tell your best jokes, rehash your best stories, spend six months overflowing in lust-driven-creative-juices. Then one day, you take a break and get back to your routine. And let’s face it, your routine just ain’t all that interesting. Super you might be amazing, but nobody has the stamina to be happy-go-lucky 24×7.

So you move from being that newbie blogger so eager to join in cyber-comradre, to a blogger stalker fan who posts frequently but comments more, to the jaded-semi-retired blogger who after your one year anniversary decides that blogger flame wars aren’t any fun unless you started them and nobody knows the real you. Some folks just up and quit leaving a trail of dead blogs like washed out dot com sites in 2000. Others throw out a lifeline and ask the community “I&#8217m going to leave now, should I blog or not?”

I hope I fall into another category, those that are retooling their site with a new direction in mind. I will always aspired to write as well as Ryan, be as funny as Rob and somehow manage blogger fame like Tony Pierce or Mr. Perry.

And hopefully that’s enough to keep people interested.

Good afternoon dear readers. I am going to ask for your help today. This won’t be like last time where I pimped some DVDs on you, no today is a little more serious.

Multiple Sclerosis was something I was completely ignorant about until a few months ago. Sure I saw the telethons and I even made my donation to the cause, but now it has made a personal impact on my life. Don’t worry I’m not asking you for money. Let me also clarify that I do not actually have MS myself.

What I’m asking for is your help to reach 100,000 signatures on a petition that will allow for a clinical trial on Low Dose Naltrexone here in the US. This drug (taken in pill form) is cheaper ($30 vs. $1100 montly) and less painful than daily injections. Current MS treatments feel almost as bad as MS attacks themselves.

Help me spread the word and ask your friends and family to sign the petition. Here is the direct URL that you can copy to an e-mail message:

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/110785607

Thank you.

Hello citizens.

There comes a moment when you realize that maybe you bit off more than you can chew. For me, NOW is that moment.

Stopped time and saw three movies over the weekend. 13 Going On 30 is cute, a knockoff on Big, but cute. Man On Fire is definitely a must see with another fine performance by Denzel Washington and great chemistry with up & coming Dakota Fanning. The Punisher was much better than the reviews gave it credit for. I would see it if high action violence is your thing. It had it’s humorous moments and Tom Jane reminds me a lot of Christopher Lambert.

With the week kicking into overdrive I will spend my time attempting to finish 12 projects for school, set up a video contract with a local comedy club, press an order for 100 DVDs (thank you!), complete two website projects all while satisfying the needs of my lovely fiance. Look up “stress” in the dictionary and you’ll probably see a picture of my battered, bloody, smiling corpse next to it.

And somehow I manage to feel unnerved at the idea that I have not been updating the website lately. Now I know I need that drink.