A couple of days ago I quit the social networking site, known as, Twitter…again.  I didn’t tell many people because I didn’t wish to cause the fuss like it did last time it happened. Actually, it was not really my intention to draw any sort of attention to it at all.

I’m not dead…I’m just not on Twitter anymore. There is no set plan of when or even if I’ll be back. Too much of my time has been wasted on the Internet not being productive, and there are many other things that require my attention at the moment.

You can always find me here or at Popbunker.net (where I’m write stuff), and the usual Gmail-Gchat-Facebook-Flickr bonanza.

(And make sure to subscribe to my new feed: http://vintagecaveman.com/rss)

Dear Cave-Lad,

I know you’ve just turned 3 and that’s a big deal (That was a really awesome teddy bear cowboy cake, huh?), but birthday is today too and I just wanted to send along some advice to help you through the next 18 years. Getting from where you are right now to where I am right now is a strange experiance and I just want you be prepared.

Listen carefully, I won’t be repeating myself:

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While returning home from a trip to the college, to fill out paperwork and collect my belongings, my Step-Dad (who’s helping me with this depressing maneuver) decides to take a pit stop at a popular local sporting goods shop.

We found ourselves quickly wandering into the firearms section of the store and I noticed a major ideological rift between him and I.

He’s all like: “Barrels, caliber, magnum, blah, blah, blah.”

And I’m like: “Hey! This is the rifle that Max Brooks said would be good fighting zombies with!”, and “Is that a ‘Walther PPK? That is James Bond’s gun!”

It’s good to know that even in the worst of times I am still nerdcore.

Remember that interview I had on the 13^th? Well…I missed it.

A whole hour before I was supposed even show up I decided that I should get some food and eat it in the parking lot. I ran inside the local Burger King and ordered a classic chicken sandwich with just ketchup, cheese, and bacon (a remnant of the 2 months I worked as a Burger slave) to go, and I rushed back out to the car. Unfortunately, after a quick survey of the area I quickly realized that my keys were not in my pocket where they belonged…they were in the passenger’s side seat.

After a minute or two of artful cursing and maybe a little crying (I’ll never tell.) I spent the rest of my day hiking the handful of miles to my Dad’s place and making frantic phone calls.

The next day, after a lot moaning about how the universe has let me down, I was lucky to get a call back and was shown mercy in the form of a rescheduled interview: Monday at 3.

If I get this job I am going to, as the kids say, “make it rain”.

While stuck in this pit of despair and desolation I like to call my hometown I figure that there isn’t any reason why shouldn’t be making a couple of bucks while wallowing in my own self pity. That’s why I gots me a job interview tomorrow (1/13) at 3.

It’s a nice, little in-bound call center. I’m really not a fan of talking on the phone, but I’m going to try (I hear the money is really good).

Due to multiple stresses that have not been made known to close personal friends and the general public I have been forced to make the decision to take this semester off from school.

Hopefully, things will get better by August but for now I am needed home.

It’s been author, Stephen King’s policy since the mid-70’s that any young and aspiring filmmakers can adapt one of his short stories for the quick and easy price of one dollar.

I’ve been a fan of Mr. King’s short stories since I could read and they have lead me to so many great things (like Sherlock Holmes, and film noir) so when I discovered this “Dollar Deal” I jumped at the chance.

A couple of days ago I settled on a story and sent out my request to the King HQ for approval.

Yesterday, I received this email:

“Greetings from the office of Stephen King

I am attaching the contracts for Nona. Please review the contracts, sign and
return to Stephen King, 49 Florida Ave, Bangor, Maine 04401. Please add your
name and address to the contracts.

I want to remind you that you cannot use the film for commercial purposes.

Please let me know that you have the contracts. If you have any problem
opening them I can send them by snail mail.

Margaret
Staff Administrative Assistant”

It’s going to take a little while to flesh out the screenplay, but it looks like it’s going to be a whole lot of fun.