Black Friday, 2002

Of course, Black Friday is the retail industry term for today, the dreaded Friday after Thanksgiving day. I dig the name too. Yesterday was a blast. Good people, damn fine turkey, and those bloody Redskins still can't beat the Cowboys. Could there be a more racist football game played on Thanksgiving? Probably not. Mad props go out to my roommate Phil's mother for her excellent cooking yesterday. There, now the whole Internet is in on it.

Two days ago I began the story that will serve as the basis for my first feature film, "Smarks." For those of you who don't know yet, the film is the tale of three friends who start an independant wrestling promotion. But, they become bigger than the business, the promotion collapses, and so does their friendship. A nice, realistic, dark story. I intend to throw a Slashdot reference or two in there, as one character is an IT professional who religiously reads the site. I've begun the portion of the story that is to become the third scene. Very comical section. One of the few truly laugh out loud funny portions I can come up with. The rest are diagetic jokes (not cheap ones like in My Big Fat Cash Cow Movie) that may be esoteric at times, but I know my audience. I am my audience.

Okay, enough shilling. Time to complain. Here's my beef: Metroid Fusion is fantastic. Yes, I'm complaining that it's so damn good. The story makes sense, the gameplay makes sense, and it's a wonderful throwback to the old Metroid style. It's so good that I CAN"T STOP FRIGGING PLAYING IT!!! It's completely not conducive to my writing environment. But, being as how it was such a bitch to track down, I'm keeping it around and playing it like there's no tomorrow. Maybe I'll get everything done this weekend. Maybe.

No news on the romance front to report. I didn't call the Woozle. I will probably call her once before the semester is out. But I'm not promising anything.

I hope everyone here in the States had a great Thanksgiving yesterday, and wasn't dumb enough to go shopping today, causing potential harm to themselves and others. And all my Red Leaf friends, well, one day we're going to stop letting you celebrate Thanksgiving early. And stop letting you mint your own money.

Ah, the freedoms we give that state.

I'm off for now. Not sure what the night holds. I'll keep you all posted. Hasta Lumbago

Tom Tostanoskijournal