Back from the Ozone

A Screen Play Moves Along Slowly

Well it was quite a few weeks, mostly without signal. I did get a few sentences out on American Lit between Brooklyn and Canada on my aging I phone. My body is home in the New Jersey pines, but my mind? My mind is still processing everything.

There were ports, and nautical scenes. Lots of ships and weather, stories heard. Escaping from the feed was a luxury. I went five whole days without hearing much news at all. Now I am back in my chair just east of what was NAS Lakehurst. I am getting ready to get back to screen play creating and trying to shed the pound a day I was gaining on deck fourteen. Off the feed and into the trough I was. Some amazing Hawaiian coleslaw and lemon meringue cheesecake were just two of the many things now part of my waistline.

I did see some movies. Some good, some terrible. I wonder why they make the bad ones. Who funds them? I am sure that we could do better half-trying.

Flight Risk? Holy moses what a waste. Come on people. It could not have been worse if Marky Mark and Mel Gibson had traded places in this piss poor production. But, any project, no matter how bad, that gets done is paid work for someone.

It hurts just to look at this.