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August...

As I sit here surfing the internet and watching as the Boston Red Sox fall further back in the standings, I realized it had been awhile since I've updated the trials and tribulations of the happenings of my life. Normally, I'd say brace yourself. Not today, though. It's a hot August day and the sluggishness is catching up to me. So, here we go...

I had a reading for my full length play "Solace" about a month ago. It was the first draft and I thank the people that read for me. The feedback you provided was useful, and with any luck (fingers crossed), the second draft will be finished this weekend and a second reading will take place. Stay tuned.

Since August has rolled around, many places are once again accepting submissions. As I speak, my short play "One Night Stand" is on route to a secret location. Within four to six weeks, I will know the result of said submission. As I've said before, stay tuned.

Other than that, the writing front has…

JULY update

A short update for the month of July.

I have finally finished the first draft of my new play "Solace". The first reading will be performed next week, in which my friends will proceed to hack it apart, thus creating an opportunity for me to re-write it.

Summer is a slow season for submissions, so not a lot has been sent out in the past month. Soon enough, though, the updates will be longer and I will let everyone know how that's coming along.

Now, if you excuse me, I have to go play World Cup Soccer on facebook.

Good-bye.

Seriously. I'm leaving now.

Peace.

J.

"Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again." Van Gogh

Lebron James press conference: "I love money. Bottom line."

On July 8th, 2010 at approximately 9:10 pm EST, Lebron James will announce to the world exactly what we've all been waiting for: That he loves money. That's right folks, the King of modern basketball does indeed love the greenbacks, the moola, and the gobs of cash that will come with the new deal he signs.

The King himself, Lebron James, even brokered a deal with ESPN to exclusively sit down and make his announcement on national television. As if the last few weeks of "Lebron tracker" wasn't enough, now the man has commandeered a cable channel to make his much anticipated announcement. Sure, the money used during this time to sell ad space will be donated to the Boys and Girls Clubs of America, which is a good thing, but really Lebron? You need to interrupt my prime time viewing of "Bethany Getting Married?" to make your announcement? (That is a question mark at the end of the title. As if to say we don't know that Bethany already got married…

Futbol Rules the World.

What's that Jason? You're here to talk about the World Cup of Soccer? (Yes, I'm American, so Soccer gets the nod in the blog. The title fooled you, didn't it?) Of course I am!

Here's what happened after the first weekend of the 2010 FIFA World Cup:

1.) There was a lot of passing of the soccer ball
2.) Of course, there were some ties.
3.) I'm pretty sure Germany set sort of record by scoring four goals. In one game!
4.) England's goalkeeper cannot possibly return to England.
5.) There was some more passing of the ball. This time from fullback to goalie.
6.) The Socceroos allowed four goals to Germany. In one game!

That's right, folks, soccer action is here to stay. It's not going anywhere. David Beckham is bound to rule this cup. (What? He's injured? Go figure.) Well, in that case, Freddy Adu must be starring for the U.S. team by now. I remember reading that he was the next Pele. That's when Adu was fourteen and featured …

NBA Action: It's...yawn

[WARNING: The following will certainly come across as an angry old man blog. Just imagine Clint Eastwood yelling at the kids to get off his lawn in "Gran Torino". That's how I am during these NBA finals, yelling at the t.v.]
It's 7:07 MST and the ball is tipped. Derek Fisher controls the tip and dribbles down the court. He passes to Kobe Bryant. Bryant drives, shoots, misses, and the whistle blows. 10 seconds into the game and we have our first whistle.
Okay, maybe it wasn't ten seconds into the game, but it's been very rare through these first four and half games that a minute hasn't gone by without the whistle being blown for a foul. Most likely, the call has gone against the Celtics; or at the very least, Ron Artest. It has gotten to the point where I can't even enjoy the game because every other time down the floor, one of the teams is whistled for a foul. The game is not fun when each of the teams has at least two of its starters on th…

June

Pushing two months now since I last posted. Not due to lack of creativity, mind you. I am currently on the cusp of finishing my first full length play since 2002. Sure, I've re-written "Poison" (my first full length) a few times, but this work is of a completely new nature. It is called "Solace" and it is my hope to have the first draft completed shortly and have a reading by the end of the month.

I felt an update was in order...I will return with regularly scheduled blogs in no time at all. There is plenty of fodder sitting out there just waiting to be commented on by the voice in Idaho. That voice is me. That fodder is "Jersey Shore". Discuss...

Jason

A Special Kind...Of Greatness.

Years ago, when I was but a lad, I used to believe that life was made up of destiny, fate, and greatness. I truly believed that there was that one person in your life that could complete you. I believed that, despite not knowing what it was, I was destined for something special in this world. With hard work, sacrifice, dedication, and a little luck, I could achieve everything I'd every wanted in life. I was 23.

Where this feeling came from, I have no idea. Maybe I had romanticized all of those movies I enjoy and made them into something that translated into real life. I had faith, that in the end, a person could end up together with that special person they truly harbored after. That, despite the hardships, separations, disagreements, and general tomfoolery, fate would have in store for me what it did for these characters. Because of these movies, I truly believed that good people get the happy ending they truly desire; whether it be in love, in the life they desire, or bo…

April Update...

Okay, okay, so I'm a little behind on my monthly update. Things have slowed down a bit over the past few weeks, but in all earnestness, it is starting to pick up again, at least on the writing front.

The personal update will have to wait; not that I ever divulged too much in that subject anyhow. I believe I gave a glimpse into that area of my life in the previous post and that, for the most part, is all that really needs to be said. Although I will say it's very hard not seeing that warm, caring smile that always made my day...

Any-whozzle (that's right, I put that word into a blog. Maybe that's why my writing has failed to take off), back to the topic at hand. And that topic is the world of writing. In relation to the topic from 2 sentences ago, I received yet another rejection letter. This one was from a theatre in Florida that was having a One Act festival in which 8 plays would be produced. Alas, mine was not selected. I sent in my play "The Last Hit&…

My happier moments are lost in you...

It was once said that April is the cruelest month. And with the wicked weather we've been having here, I would have to agree. It is supposed to be the time of year when there is a sense of hope and rebirth amongst us all. Its a time when relationships bloom, when the weather becomes nice, and a good sense of renewal takes shape for all.

I'd like to say all of those things have happened in one moment of clarity for me, just this afternoon. Though the weather is still frightful, feeling more like November instead of April. And that is exactly the gloom I've been feeling in my life over the period of the last week. Sometimes, in life, you give your heart over to someone you love, despite the fear that comes along with it. And of course, then without cause or reason, it all comes tumbling down in a flash. You are left with a pain in your heart and ache in your stomach that you just can't shake. A feeling you've never felt before for anyone.

And these are the t…

Time Keeps on Ticking...

The cursor repeatedly flashes on a blank screen.

It's those next words that are going to change the world. The phrase that will ultimately get the ball rolling on the next big thing. The project that will ultimately change my life forever. Except those words never come and the incessant flashing of the cursor is enough to drive one mad.

The mind is easily distracted. It can be distracted by the roaring of cars out the bedroom window, the cat meowing in the other room, the girlfriend laughing on the couch, or the sounds of Kirstie Alley's new television show blaring in the background. These are not obstacles, but moments stolen in time that I treasure. And I welcome all of these distractions because the cursor won't stop playing it's coy little game.

That's half the battle these days, putting the pen to the paper or the fingers to the keyboard. So much to experience in the world. So little time to cram it all in. The mind and the heart have troubling agreei…

A thunderous downfall

"They're using her name as a parody of her life. Why didn't they use the name Susan? This is a subliminal message. Everybody's talking about it and saying its Lindsay Lohan."

That is a direct quote from Lawyer Stephanie Ovadia to the New York post about the Etrade commercial that apparently is making fun of Lindsay Lohan. With this quote and impending lawsuit, the end of civilization is near.

Okay, maybe that's an extreme statement, but it's also extreme to sue a company for $100 million in damages. As a basic rundown, in case you haven't seen the commercial, a baby refers to a girl that called the night before whose name is Lindsay and she is a milkaholic. Therefore, using common sense, the commercial must be about Lindsay Lohan, right? (You could probably check out the commercial on YouTube. It was an ad that ran on Super Bowl Sunday.)

Of course not. To begin with, I personally have never liked these Etrade commercials with the talking bab…

Onward in March

Normally I like to start off with something off beat and maybe a little funny. Not today. The writing bug has struck in other avenues, so today's update will be short and to the point. And maybe I've been playing too much SNAKE on Facebook to pay attention to what's going on in the real world. The game is addicting as it was ten years ago when I was playing it on my old NOKIA cell phone. As it were, I will end this first paragraph now because with that last sentence, I just dated myself.

Just over a week ago, I finally finished the editing process on my fantasy novel. Now, I will begin the process of shipping it out for the world to see. Okay, maybe not the world, but at least to some publishing companies and agents and the such. It's a start...

The audition for BLT's "Twelve Angry Men" apparently did not go so well. As it turns out, of the all the people that auditioned, I was only the 13th angriest. [On a side note, a cast member did drop out …

Curling Tryouts...

OPEN TRYOUTS:

Date: February 27, 2010
Time: TBD

It's awesome! Join today and get a free ice broom!
That's right, folks, it's the sensation that's sweeping the nation. It's the sport to end all sports. If you haven't guessed by the name of this blog, I'm talking about curling. And I'm looking to put together a super team that will take out those pesky Canadians. I am not looking for a team that will simply be "glad to be there". I want a team that is all business and goes for the kill, much like Shani Davis in speed skating. Curling is a very serious sport and I will need your utmost attention to training. The training will be 12 months a year, so if you can't be committed to Team USA, don't bother showing up. Curling is life.
To begin with, let me start out with what I do have for my team. I have already purchased some cool looking pants that we will all wear. Norway has already created their pants in honor of John Daly, the …

Long Toss

Spring is in the air. You can almost reach out and touch it. Though it's still a month away, the early rumblings of spring are already creeping into the atmosphere. Unless you're on the east coast, that is. If that's the case, sorry about all of the snow. The fifty degree weather in Boise is quite nice, thank you very much.

The warming of the weather can only mean one thing: Spring Training is upon us. Pitchers and Catchers have been trickling into training camps, with the rookies and veterans close behind. Florida and Arizona are filling with baseball players and soon enough, the fans that rally behind their teams. A renewal of hope is in the air and all teams harbor dreams of hoisting that World Series trophy come October. And of course, my beloved Boston Red Sox are among them.

I am followed the Red Sox since their cursed year of 1986. The 1986 World Series is one of my earliest memories of watching baseball on television. I sat there in pain as that ball …

Aah, February...

It's Presidents' Day. That means only one thing. There is a "V" marathon on the SciFi channel. Oh wait, I forgot to be hip and correctly spell the name of the channel. It's SyFy now. I've got to learn to get that straight.

For the record, so there is no more confusion, I'm talking about the original "V" that aired in the early 80's. While the acting in this movie leaves a lot to be desired, the story line isn't actually too bad, though I think the special effects are bad, even for their time. Of course, I was only five or six at the time it originally aired, so I can't really complain. It was good back then and it's even more awesome now. Plus, it stars the Beastmaster himself, Mr. Marc Singer.

I've been silent the last two weeks, but that was mostly to revel in my prediction of of the Saints beating the Colts in the Super Bowl. (OH! When the Saints..., 01/27/10) Now, if only I can use my superpowers to win big at…

A little something, something...

I'm going to take a little trip down memory lane. The year was 1999. Or possibly 2000. The exact year is not important, though, so I will not dwell on it. I had just seen a play at the Stagecoach Theatre in Boise, Id. Somewhere, in this play, appeared Ty Cobb. And it was greatly mentioned that he kept with him a "son of a bitch" list. Like many players in his time, Cobb could cuss up a storm. Except in his case, he probably meant this list to be true.

So, in my small time genius thinking, I decided that I too would have a "Son of a Bitch" list. Mine was harvested from personal feelings and occurrences in my life. It was developed shortly after this play and added on for a few years after it. Here, now, I release the original "Son of a Bitch" list. (In no particular order)

1. The New York Yankees
2. Regal Entertainment Group (Which ironically I would work for four years)
3. Mr. Wendy (The Wendy's Spokesman)
4. Paul McGee and Scott Huntsm…

February Update

Happy Groundhog's Day Eve everyone! I'm currently preparing for the event with a cup of tea and some Regina Spektor. That's the only proper way to celebrate the coming of the animal that has predicted the end of winter for ages. Of course, it seems odd that a mayor has to pull the ground hog out of its home and lift it up to the sky to see if it sees its shadow. I mean, couldn't the end of winter just be judged on if the sun is out on February 2nd or not? It would seem a lot simpler than going through the hassle of dressing up a man in funny clothes and then holding a small animal named Phil. The weather man could do all of this on any day of the week.
As I carefully prepare myself for Groundhog Day and the season premiere of LOST tomorrow night, I decided to take a few moments and write down an update of my life over the past month. The first month of the year has already flown by so let's get started.
The fantasy novel has about 90 pages of editing left. …

Oh! When the Saints...

FLASHBACK

Approximately this time last year, or perhaps a day after the regular season ended, I told a few friends to watch out for the Arizona Cardinals. To them, this was a laughable notion. The Cardinals had just floundered during their last remaining games and were hardly looking like a playoff team. I was going to look like quite the fool when they lost handily in their first playoff game. Instead, we all know the end result, albeit it wasn't quite what I had hoped for. The Cardinals had the Steelers right where they wanted them, but just didn't quite have enough left on defense to complete their Super Bowl run.

Now here we are again, about ten days away from the Super Bowl. While I didn't have a non-trendy pick this year (Sorry Jets fans, I thought they'd lose in the first round), I am making a Super Bowl pick that most people are shying away from. I'm not telling you to take your money to Vegas or to your bookie (I know I won't. I haven't spo…

It has come to this...

There is nothing on television and I'm currently enjoying some sort of Opera singing show on PBS. That's right. It's like "American Idol" but for Opera singers. I've got my money (all $3.11) on the very polite African American gentleman. I would have taken those odds to Vegas, but my lovely girlfriend stopped me. No, really, you don't get it. She has physically held me back from leaving the house in order to go place this bet. "It's a sure thing," I told her. Unfortunately, she remembers the last time I told her that betting was a sure thing. I'd had too many jack and cokes and long story short, I ended up on bus in downtown Vegas wearing only my boxer shorts. So of course, in the end, she wins out.

Tonight's blog can simple be filed under the tagline: "Heidi Montag: Role Model to no one."

-The channel has been changed and we're now watching "The Real World: Washington, D.C.". This only reminds me of…

My own personal LOST finale...

February 2nd, 2010. After all of these excruciating, mind bending years, the first episode of the final season of "Lost" will finally air. This has been a long time in waiting. We all sat through Season 2 and endured the idea of flash forwards and time traveling. Well, some of us gave up, it was bound to happen, but that's besides the point. We have all arrived. Together. We lived through the seventies. And the fifties. We also survived polar bear attacks and black smoke monster. Oh wait, I'm confusing real life and the show I've been watching on television for the last few years. I'll try not to let it happen again.

In lieu of the final season, I have decided to give six different scenarios in which "Lost" ends its T.V. run. These are not scientific by any means, though I did take a Gallup Poll and the results have a +/- margin of 99 percent.

6.) Keeping it simple here. This one has been discussed many times over Bud Light and Rum and C…

Some free time...

Out of sorts with this distorted reality called life. Sleepwalking through the day with no direction except 5 P.M. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The minutes move slower and slower with each passing moment. And people think that the Doomsday Clock moves slow.

Being a writer is a painful, slow career. The papers, notepads, and composition books sit piled in the corners of the living room. Boxes are filled with un-realized stories and incomplete thoughts. The dust on the rustic ink on the paper is now covered with cat hair and tears from shattered dreams. Paper crumbles in my hand and I think, "Did Shakespeare have to deal with this?"

Not that I'm comparing myself to Shakespeare by any means. Was he really that popular in his time? Did he even really write all of his own material? I don't ask these questions, but other people do. I'm just a writer. Besides, I'm pretty certain Shakespeare didn't have to deal with publishing houses, agents, talent ma…

Glory in the Desert

I'm going to start off very simply: BSU 17 TCU 10.

At this point, two days after the fact, I'm hoping that much didn't blow your mind. The 2010 Fiesta Bowl was once again a shocker to anyone that isn't a Boise State Bronco fan. In fact, I would say that even this year, even a few of the fans were caught off guard. With a team represented by only four seniors, this magical run was supposed to be a year away. Sure, we'd have a good team, but nothing like this, right? Well, it happened. And in true Boise State form, it just had to happen in dramatic fashion.

Today, I'm not here to necessarily talk about the game. I can't possibly add anything about the game that hasn't already been stated by thousands of professional writers and non-professional bloggers. Some columnists out of Texas are making excuses on as to why TCU lost. Mark May probably still thinks the victory was a fluke and would vote TCU higher than BSU in final poll. That's all be…

A New Year...

I want to hold 'em like they do in Texas please...Those are just a sampling of some new lyrics I've been on.
Okay, you got me. Those are lyrics as sung by Lady Gaga and written by, well, it looks like Lady Gaga. I could never come up with such a clever hook to an exciting song like that. Or the hit "Tic Toc" by Keisha for that matter. Just a great song that really makes me enjoy today's pop music more and more.
All of this is off topic, my friends. Today I'm simply here to give you a quick update on my writing. I will try not to talk about "Jersey Shore", for it seems every entertainment source cannot go a day without mentioning this deplorable show. It's like the new "Twilight".
December was a slow month for submission opportunities. I did receive my screenplay "Paranoid Gods" back from the Nevada Film Commission. Though it was not accepted as the grand prize winner for 2009, the feedback was fairly positive and I …