Author Archives: will

records are spinning…

Since I established this paltry website a year ago I’ve had a music section. Long neglected, it merely sported a “coming soon” image. Finally, I’ve finally decided to start using it. I’ve uploaded my first “mini-mix” to test the waters of streaming audio. It’s just five tracks, which is about the max I want to […]

Day Three

Just talked to Jeff. Sara had agreed to cover my shift today. Because I didn’t want her to miss her flamenco class, I told her I’d work the first half of the shift. When I relayed this to Jeff, he said they had a new guy coming in so I didn’t have to work. That […]

Screenwriting

Just for the record, Kevin Bacon passed on my Black Dahlia-based opus, the delicate skin. I’m very disappointed in him. We won’t be playing Footloose as often at the store, that’s for sure.

Rocket Rage

I seem to have incurred Bonehead’s wrath. He’s at it again, banging his scepter about and crying thief. It all started with this. It’s a warning notice. I was written up for two laughably minor charges. Here’s how it happened: Bonehead approached me with four movies he wanted to rent. I dutifully rang up his […]

The Second Wedding.

Tomorrow is Melisande’s wedding. I’m doing my usual last-minute preparation for the DJ gig by digging through cd’s, ripping tracks I can see myself playing, gathrering music and burning cd’s. It’s amazing how much music I have, and how poorly I can distill it into something useful. Here’s a list of what I actually burned. […]

Eternal Crowding

Sara and I were gonna go see a screening of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on Wednesday. She stopped over, we chatted for a bit and then hit the road. But by the time we got there, the traffic was thick with movie-goers. The screening was at the WGA Theater. I thought I would […]

Black People Love Us!

I’d like to know more about how this website came about. It’s pretty funny. Black People Love Us!

SFX: The Microphones

As usual, my friend Michael Keefe is light years ahead of me on the music scene. At the moment I’m listening to the album “Mount Eerie” by The Microphones. He gave it to me about six months ago and I’m finally getting around to listening to it now. It’s like the musical equivalent of E. […]

Through a scanner darkly…

My boss handed me a stack of books the other day. He wants a bunch of scans. He’s been doing this a lot lately. I’ve got a decent scanner (when it works) and he’s doing some health research for Herbalife (eek!) so I’ve been scanning lotsa images of cells, macrophages, skeletons and the occasional free […]

Rocket Report

Damn it, there wasn’t supposed to be a Rocket Report tonight. I dropped by the store briefly at 5:30 to sign myself out for the night before (I’d forgotten to sign us out.) Ryan never showed up. I called him. He didn’t call back until well after he was supposed to start. He’s still stuck […]

A Gothic Romance…

I parked my car on Beverly Blvd tonight at 5:50, noting that the metered space was next to a sign that indicated two hour parking until six. Ten minutes. What are the odds? I thought. So I hurried off to meet Sirry at the Laemmle Fairfax Cinema. We were catchign a screening of a few […]

Screenwriting

Nothing much new on this end. I’m focusing on putting together a slew of potential new projects for pitching purposes. I just wake up, sit at the computer, and try to come up with a new idea per day. So far I’ve got two of them. But since I’ve been at it three days, that […]

Rocket Report

Mark and I shoved in a tape of Summer School with Mark Harmon on Monday (a night I wasn’t scheduled to work.) While the opening credits rolled, Mark commented on the music, “It sounds like some low-rent, cheap, imitation knock-off of Oingo-Boingo.” And then as soon as he said that, “Music by Danny Elfman” came […]

keyhole

Big Brother Cam: keyhole

The Comments Feature…

…is driving me nuts. I’ve been at it for two hours already today. Now you can read my various test posts, but new posts can’t be added. And all the post counters are at zero. Someday, they will work. But clearly not without a struggle.