Bit rough today. Expected to be up at BackStreets as Pam and I have been for the last 7 years, listening to the bagpipers and doing a shot for Dad’s birthday. Things’re a little crazy, though, and she’ll be on the way to New York to be with her dad. Still, despite her missing out on corned beef & cabbage and both of us missing out on a drink and the live music, it’ll be all right. At some point I’ll drag my sorry ass away from the keyboard, convince myself to eat, and raise a toast. Leaving it unplanned, though. Y’know how it goes—the luck o’ the Irish’ll take care of things.
Uh, back in February, wasn’t it? Yep, sure was, but, Pam was out of town helping with her dad, then she got back and worked for 9 straight days on PRIDE Cape Coral (Hey, all my gay friends—see? I even delayed my birthday for you, bitches!)—so we finally celebrated, since (again) Pam’s schedule got squeezed like O.J. on the 405 North, and she’s headed back to NY. Still, good time, great food (the Stramenboli casserole recipe I posted on FB the other day? Go check it out to feel like you were here), & a killer homemade chocolate cake w/peanut butter frosting. (Also homemade). And really, waiting? No big deal. Yesterday looked the same on the calendar to me as Feb. 21. : )
Yours truly, working on the script for the 2nd spot for the Yeti Van Halen ad campaign for Van Halen Store. Banged away on it at BackStreets, where the French Dip was as good as always and while Pam played darts. This is why writing is like sex when you’re a teenager—you do it whenever and wherever you can.
For the hardcore among you, yes, that’s Margaret Cerniglia, veteran of the remake of the ill-fated “Chance Meeting” (now the pilot episode for Redemption, a series I occasionally pitch when I get a tip about a production company looking for something like X-Files or Medium). Margaret, who also got gored-up in my opening spot for the Latin Horror Film Festival in NY, will be starring in a short entitled: “The Believers”. (Thus explaining my crappy blog title.)
Appearing with Margaret will be Faded Roots frontman Shaun Miller (above, left), JD Hoffman and our friends in The Crank Ups, who performed live for our shoot at BackStreets Sports Bar in Cape Coral, and other members of the growing Sight Unseen Pictures family as we kidnap them and drag them into my movies. (Kidnap victims are fed well, so if you’re missing someone and their last FB message was to me, please don’t file charges just yet.) More to come, so keep a lookout.