Disregarding my shitty MS Paint job, the message remains the same: as of yesterday NFL wide receiver Terrell Owens is now a member of the Cincinnati Bengals. Such a polarizing figure has left fans and critics of the team arguing over the decision to bring in T.O. The pro-T.O. bunch are glad to see such a consistently productive athlete make his way to an offense that needs more consistent productivity through the air. The anti-T.O. crowd are left wondering if it’s a good idea to add such a character to a team where so many players are classified as having “character issues.” I’m of two minds about the decision, seeing both sides as having valid points. Because I am a devoted Bengals fan and know I will be asked what my opinion on the situation is, I’ve decided to address it in a letter I’ve composed directly to the man at the center of this situation, Terrell Owens:
Dear Mr. Owens,
I’ve watched you play for years and I must say, on the field, I’m a fan. I know you’ve had your fair share of “personality issues” throughout your playing days but, much like owner Mike Brown, I’m a believer in giving someone a chance to prove himself. Thus, I’m meeting your arrival as the newest member of the Bengals with quiet optimism. However, recalling my times in high school and in the workplace, working with friends can sometimes be troublesome. Should a situation occur in which you or Mr. Ochocinco are feeling, shall we say, under appreciated, and an analyst decides to refer to Cincinnati as “The Drama-Queen City” or something similar in response to your actions, you will have effectively worn out your welcome in my book.
So, in summation, welcome to Cincinnati, Terrell. Play hard and keep your head about you and you could turn this whole state into T.Ohio. But revert to the T.O. the media and audiences have grown to love to hate, and the Jungle will eat you alive.
In my humble opinion, the best bit of news to come out of this years Comic-Con is that Jena Malone will be in a new movie directed by Zack Snyder. I don’t know what this movie is about exactly, but a ticket for it has already been sold.
Wondering how the retarded kid from What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, the kid from 3rd Rock from the Sun and Juno infiltrating Scarecrow’s dreams can create one of the best movies of this year? Then read my review of Inception at Movies on Film.
It’s 2010 and people still don’t know how to behave when it comes to watching movies in a movie theater enviroment. It’s sad. But being the nice guy that I am, I’m going to give everyone some tips on how they can watch a movie without being an asshole. I can only hope that everyone in the…
And, yet, we still had three guys in front of us who decided to laugh at parts that were in no way funny and talk in a volume loud enough that not only could they share the joke between themselves, but anyone in the theater with functioning ears. I hope their car exploded on the way home and another car full of assholes saw it and simply laughed. No joke.
For years I’ve considered myself a writer. It’s what I said I wanted to do when those who’ve cared enough asked, it’s what I’ve done when something is on my mind that I just can’t shake, and it has remained one of my only truly respectable passions through the course of my life. When people have asked what kinds of things I write I always told them, in a round-way “mainly scripts and things like that.” The truth is I have never, ever written a script. In my junior year of high school I wrote a movie that we filmed for my English class based on the book Of Mice and Men. I enjoyed doing it, but it was hardly something anyone would ever describe “polished” unless the word “turd” followed it. Still, I liked doing it and, furthermore, liked hearing the (intended) laughter of my classmates as they heard my words being said from the 27 inch TV screen. Since that time I’ve had ideas that I thought could make for entertaining movies or scenes in movies, but have never committed myself to turning that into anything solid.
That changes today.
Today I decided that instead of dedicating all of my nights off of work and out of school drinking and playing video games and watching others peoples words be brought to life on my TV, that I was going to start writing. Moreover, to keep myself focused and not allow myself to turn back, I’ve decided that I’m going to periodically update this blog with my progress and ideas. Not only do I hope to chronicle what could be one of the most challenging undertakings of my still-young adult life, but also to have the knowledge that maybe someone is expecting to see a finished product out of this. I’m not planning on rushing things and, as I stated before, work, school and social commitments may get in the way from time to time. My hope, however, is that if nothing else comes from this, I can prove to myself that I can see an idea through to the end.
The first script I’ve decided to write is one that has been on my mind for many years. After I came up with a loose premise I came up with a title which I don’t plan on changing: Justice Stick. In fact, this is meant to be the first part in a proposed Justice Stick trilogy I’ve tentatively titled Justice Stick: A Trilogy in 3 Parts. Justice Stick is my send up/homage to 80’s-style cop movies (an idea I’m glad to say I came up with before movies like Hot Fuzz and Cop Out, but will no doubt end trying to emulate). My preparation actually began around 2 years ago when I bought Lethal Weapon 1-4 at Walmart at like 4 in the morning for $15. I just printed out the script for Lethal Weapon 4 while at work to try and figure out just how to write certain scenes (mainly action). My next step is to try and flesh out the characters and get my ideas in some sort of working order. After all this pre-writing is finished I’ll finally start moving along with a script. Though I doubt I will post any of the actual writing on this blog, feel free to contact me throughout this process and I’ll give you a peek at what I’ve got or if you just want to give me some words of encouragement.
Interesting times are ahead. So long as I can keep my focus, I might just recover my passion.