Friends,
Apologies are in order for my recent disappearance. I have taken on a measure of responsibility with this blog, and as Uncle Ben once told Peter Parker: "With great (blogging)... comes great responsibility." I hope to earn your trust back in the coming days.
So, what has been going on? Something exciting, in fact. Was I busy repairing the International Space Station's failing computer systems? No. Was I investigating the use of performance-enhancing drugs in Major League Baseball for the Mitchell Commission. Ah... no. What I've been doing is putting the final touches on a motion picture screenplay that will be read by "people" in the coming weeks.
I have been debating talking about this project because 1) it's way too premature to know if anything will come of it and 2) I don't want to look like I'm bragging. The fact of the matter is, writing is what I love and this particular project is extremely time-consuming. I cannot talk about the story in any detail (yet), but if and when things develop, I will be sharing that experience with you.
So, where does that leave this blog? I'm still committed to getting you fresh 24-material. CTU Denver (Amy, don't throw things at my head!) will continue. My other ideas for this blog will also continue. Stay tuned!
-Adam
11 comments:
**scene** the trunk of a Chevy Camaro pops open and glockspeak crawls out; disheveled, confused, the last printout of "CTU Denver" clutched in her hand** Not bragging, bullpucky. You know you want to see your name in lights (highlights that is). It better damn well be a 24 screenplay. Amy and I will not only throw things but they will be heavy things. On a side note (and before I crawl back into my trunk), it's downright freaky how much I missed you. Obsession. It's a beautiful thing. Welcome back.
Sit tight, glocky! Hopefully, we'll get you out of that trunk soon enough. Amy, if you're out there, please come back!
You're back!!!
I've been freaking out ever so slightly. I've felt off-kilter the last week or two and finally feel settled. Sigh.
The Jack Sack is back! Now, where's my freakin' TWO episodes (nearly three!) of CTU Denver?
Glockspeak, I'm with you! Heavy things just may be thrown!
Oh, Jacksack, you will be so proud of me! I kept myself busy while you were gone and won myself my very own jacksack by pimpin' various 24 related stuff! Won't it look pretty?
Make me proud boy. And if you run low on funds for your venture, I can always round up some prostitutes' organs for you to donate for cash. They're already dead on the inside.
OMG, Rickey, WTF?
I'm thinkin' that's gotta be an inside joke. If not, you're far more disturbed than I ever imagined. Actually, even if it is an inside joke, you're far more disturbed than I ever imagined.
Actually, pretty much as disturbed as I ever imagined.
Rickey apologizes for nothing. It was funny damnit. Rickey's a well adjusted individual who occasionally enjoys an off color joke.
Adam - good to have you back man. I figured life at the "firm" was getting a little too rigorous so you cracked and decided to go dark.... or, more likely, you just happened to get arrested for public lewdness and didn't have any internet access on the inside....
G, as I always like to say "No pants? No problem!" I did happen to see Paris Hilton on my way out of prison. She smells like week-old haddock. Who knew?
By the by, the "anonymous" comment earlier was by yours truly. I guess I accidentally hit "anonymous" instead of "other" when I got to "choose an identity."
When I call people disturbed, I like to do it pubnonymously.
YAY, yer back. I've coped by getting tickets to see Rocco Deluca live at the McMenamins Crystal Ballroom in July.
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