I Would Never Consent To A Lame

Juno Macguff: [yelling Through The House] Dad? Mac Macguff: What? Juno Macguff: Either I Just Peed My Pants Or Um... Mac Macguff: *or*...? Juno Macguff: Thundercats Are Go!

To Aspiring Writers, I Would Tell Them That We Live In A Wonderful Time Where You're Able To Make Your Work Visible, Easily. If You Think About It, Even Ten Years Ago Or Twenty Years Ago, There Was A Middle Man, There Was A Publisher, There Were Studios, There Was This World Of Rejection Letters. Now, We're In A Place Where We Have The Technology And The Ability To Go Shoot Our Own Movies Or To Put Stuff On Youtube Or A Blog, If You're A Writer, Or Self-publish.

Hollywood Is A Perpetual Summerland, A Temperate, Godless Yaw Where The Very Word 'season' Has Been Co-opted By Television Executives. There Are Few Harbingers Of Winter Here.

I've Been Watching 'american Idol' Since Its Debut Season In 2002. Back Then, America Hadn't Yet Evolved Into A Gladiatorial Cybernation Of Bloggers, Tweeters, And Self-ordained Voice Coaches.

I Do Not Quote My Own Movies. I Think I Would Be Pretty Insufferable If I Did.