I haven't written in a while. Partly because I've been under deadline; partly because I haven't wanted to dig too deep on here...yet. So this will be a relatively shallow entry.

I am really looking forward to tonight's dinner where I will find out my fate for the next six months (UPDATE: I just got a call canceling dinner tonight and rescheduling it for Tuesday at lunch. Hmmmm). I have alluded to a job offer in the making and should everything go smoothly tonight, I will update tomorrow. Hell, I'll update if it all goes to shit.

I have been in comedy clip hell lately (you've all heard this song before) and the project is almost done. The good news is I have become expert at ProTools and I am really enjoying the video game aspect of the program.

I've seen two films in the last two nights: "The Hours" and "Adaptation."

"The Hours" is a meditation on death, suicide and regret. Just what the doctor ordered. It is beautifully acted, cleverly filmed, and it is also relentlessly depressing. I liked it. A lot.

"Adaptation" was fun for the first half hour then quickly grew wearisome. It has the same self-congratulatory snottiness that ruined last year's "The Royal Tennenbaums" and it makes me squirm. If you continually repeat in a film that the film itself is self-indulgent, then it becomes what? Decontructionist? Ugh. Whatever. I kept looking at my watch.

Back to "comedy." More later.

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: Lonesome Tears - Beck