So, for any I've offended, and most that I will never talk to again; Long days and pleasant nights. Say Thankya.

Saturday night was the cast party, which Carey didn't show up to since he is a sick whiner. Ah well, when I explain to him that there were some chicks his age getting nude in the hottub and dying to get nailed by ANYONE, he should feel pretty shitty. It was great, I brought Karen along, and warned her, that actors are weird people, and you have to get used to them. Once we got there, I had to go work with my one actor who was there and discuss the scenes and motivations and blah blah blah, and had to leave Karen by herself for about 20 mins. I came back and she was in the exact same place I left her, looking like a deer in headlights. Once I introduced her to everyone she got a bit easier, and we all enjoyed discussing my bad acting in Joan Of Arc and nearly every actor had to ask me why I hate actors. So that was fun to answer over and over and over again. But my one actor is really excited. Carey goddamn well will be after I beat him into shape, and I think my act is going to be great. There is one actor in the play who is so flippantly and extraordinarily gay, that we were all having a ball joking around and watching him be foolish. Actors man. What a breed.

Yesterday I decided, you know what, fuck it, why the fuck do we not have digital cable. So we call up Rogers, and get the most expensive package they have. We have to wait for Thursday for hte guy to come out and unlock the other channels, but we have basically everything except 29 - 60 right now. Naturally some of my favorite shows are on those channels, so it sucks seeing it in the guide but not having access to it. It is mostly sports in the Highdef channels, and though we have a high def TV, we just couldn't justify getting the high def service. Channel 28 is High def though...hmmm, well, maybe ina month or two. Maybe when Arrested Development starts again!

The time has come. All the SVCD's and VCD's are done. Converted to DVD. Who thought the day would ever be here. I converted my Beavis and Butthead VCD's which came from my VHS copies. They are only VHS quality, but come on..Beavis and Butthead don't need to look spectacular.

We went out and bought Garden State, a movie I hope will get me to start liking Zach Braff, since I am told it is a great movie that he wrote and directed. I also bought Lost Skeleton Of Cadavra, and that just looks so lame that I may piss my pants watching it.

Not much else is news. Work is crazy as hell, body is hurtin like hell, and hell ain't freezin over..damn!

Honest to God people, I don't even want to put a pic on this site of her. She looks absoloutely soulless. When you would look into the eyes of Bundy, or Gacy, or Dahmer or Manson, you saw nothing but hatred. Pure and unintimidated. It lives and breathes and pulses with pure evil. But for some reason Homolka is different. Maybe it is because she is a woman, maybe it is because she assisted in this happening to women. I mean, a man to murder a man is one thing, but in the case of Dahmer, it got a little weird. But Dahmer looked frightened. He looked like a sick maniac that knew he was sick, and admitted it, and ultimately died for it.

But Homolka assisted, gleefully assisted, in possibly the most atrocious thing to ever happen to a young woman. And as well, assisted in the rape and murder of her own sister. If she had remorse, or sadness, or anything real, you could at least assume the woman feels something, but there is nothing. Her eyes are a void. Not evil, but just complete and absolute uncaring. She would murder babies, drown puppies, kill baby ducks, you name it, and would feel nothing about it. That just scares the shit out of me. Even murderer's have loyalties, to thier bosses, companions, and ultimately obsessions. But Homolka, she has none, she just plain ol murders to murder. She is the Carl Panzram of the new world. And if the mammoth muscular, in and out of jail, and over the top Panzram's sheer existence terrified a world, then what we have now, a demure, silent, stalking, soulless female, should make us catatonic.

At least they executed Panzram.

Tonight, Land of the Dead!! WOO! I totally forgot ( and disgusted myself in the process) that it opened this weekend, so I had to check it out as soon as possible. Too bad Steve can't come with me, since him and Melissa are going to the cottage Wednesday morn at 5 am, so it will just be Karen and I. And Karen has no interest in Zombie movies, which means I will be paying for this somehow. But oh well, Romero's return to the genre he created? Nigga please, I would give my left nut for that.

Anyway, meeting time. I love you all. Nigga's....please.

Enter this new guy. He comes in, and goes on about how cool he is, and he is in the business, and he is so educated, and blah blah blah. Same shit we have heard before from hundreds of people, who luckily leave as quick as they show up. This guy says something beligerent and insulting to a fellow long time member, and I say: Dude, this isn't AICN, loose the ego. A little insulting I'm sure, but now big "You fucker!! Fuck you and your fucking attitude, I make 100000 an year and you suck and fuck you!" I've learned how to deal with dumb people, just politely nudge, and you will probably get better results.

Well not with this guy, holy shit! I guess he somehow found my blogsite (I think) and in turn went to my little movie page. Then he sends me (to my main email address) this MASSIVE email, like I am talking 14 paragraphs long, about how I suck, and he is smarter than me, and all my movies look shitty and I am not a director, and blah blah blah.

I was a little scared at first, until I realized, damn, this is just some kid who really got embarrased when I said loose the ego, the same way I have felt when I know my ego is getting the better of me, and someone shoots me down. But this is far worse. This is a kid who CAN'T let it go, the way a normal healthy person does. It wsa so important to him that I said loose the ego, that he SEARCHED for that email, WATCHED all those little shorts, and then TOOK THE TIME to send a massive email to me. Wow. That is so fucking cool!! A stalker! I thought you had to be famous to be a stalker!

Now I have had my problems with ego mania in the past, and I am the first to admit it. Hell, I have problems with ego mania now. Luckily not speaking to the CST Crew anymore has helped me control this, since I am not around a bunch of guys who DEPEND on pissing contests to justify every ounce of thier being. But this guy, ho damn. This is a murderer waiting to happen. This is a guy so goddamned obsessed with seeing me as the lower, the lesser, the weaker, that he went to INSANE lengths to try to justify this. We're entering psycho country here people, no showers in hotels for me for a while.

Regardless, on to better news. My act has been cast! Hooray! We had a lot of people come out last night, and it made my codirectors jobs hard, but once I saw Carey read, I was sure of who I wanted. Carey came out, and stole the fucking audition. I mean fucking nailed it. Exactly what I wanted to see. I was so glad to see him come out, and he knew what I wanted to see, since I had explained it to him. So I am happy that I have my act cast with the two people I think will make the most of it. Now comes the rehearsals, and I am in charge of designing and building the set, and then the show...dunh dunh duuuuuuuuuuuuuuunh!!!

Well, I have to go around and brag that I have a stalker. And here I am talking about reigning in my ego. Goddamn.

Saw Batman Begins last week. Spectacularly done. It was great for the adult in me, but the demented black humoured bastard in me still likes the two originals. They just had a dark humour that was not there in this one. Granted the Schumacher messes made me want to forget about Batman forever, this new one was spectacular, and rivals Batman Returns as the best of the series. Even though this new series wants nothing to do with the old one. Bitch, you crazy.

Decided not to put Life Of Lee on the webserver, only because it isn't that funny. Terror with 9 Lives and Thugs of New Brampton will be great though. I should really get around to doing that. Now that the play is starting though, who knows how busy I will be, what with work and the play and all the other shit I do. Ay Carumba! Too bad we never made a movie of Terrorist Mike. I remembered I really wanted to, and wrote a script and everything, but it never came to be, and actually started my first major battle with the CST Crew. Ah..memories.

My Dad told me he wants me to become a father soon. Crazy cracker! I told him that if I get my way, I'll be dead before fatherhood, which made no sense, so we just left it there.