LET’S SEE IF THESE BASTARDS CAN DO 90

Here is a site I found called Soul Pancake. It’s run by Rainn Wilson who plays one of my favorite television characters ever – Dwight Schrute from The Office. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that Rainn is a very involved, informed person who strives to help people openly discuss spirituality and creativity in an extremely unique forum called Soul Pancake. I now check and comment every day. I just know you will love it.

Speaking of The Office, season 6 is well underway, and if you’re not “into” The Office – you should be. You should also check out Office Tally, your one-stop-shop for everything Office.

[The Office can be seen on Thursdays at 9:00 PM on NBC]

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The Worst Day of My Life

…is the title of the screenplay I finished today. It’s for a short film I’m going to start shooting early next year. I finally have a plan.

10 films of 10-20 minutes

5 films of 20-45 minutes

2 films of 45-60 minutes

1 film of 90-120 minutes

Get ready world, cause Dan’s about to start his film career. ^_-

[PS: The Venture Bros. season 4 started. This makes Dan very happy.]

[The Venture Bros can be seen on Sundays at 12:00 AM on Cartoon Network]

Rainy Day

I think I broke a toe. I’m not sure how it happened, but I’m pretty certain that it’s broken. It’s the middle toe on my right foot. I’ve been walking a lot these days. Some for the exercise, mostly for lack of car. Could it have happened walking to work? Not sure.

In May, my friends and I went to Dallas to see the Broadway tour of RENT. That was a blast! I’m going to New York for New Year’s Eve this year. Though I’d rather be back in Hong Kong.

I finally have a job that I like. I also started freelance writing for a publication called the Edmond Outlook. You can check out my first article here.

I am writing a play. It’s about the cast of a 1930’s adventure radio play. It makes me laugh. I’ve taken a break from work on 20 Rules For Tipping, another play I am writing with James.

I am also trying to narrow down some screenplay ideas.

We’ll see.

[Sparkey died this summer. My best friend of 18 years.]



[Fireworks were beautiful this year.]



[Double birthday fun.]

The summer was amazing – met several new friends, had adventures, and for the first time in a long time I have a plan for the future and I’m self aware.

Things are just fine. Amazing actually! I can’t complain, I’m overwhelmed by a newfound sense of purpose and clarity. A peace goes with me most days.

Listening to: Blümchen – Ich bin wieder hier

CHANGE SOMETHING, ANYTHING

"YOU must BE the CHANGE you wish to SEE in the WORLD." -Mahatma Gandhi

Get informed. Get involved. Get active.

I USED TO BE FUNNIER

Good evening! Last night I was reading over my old blog. You can check it out HERE.

I realized a few things. I used to be funnier. I was more optimistic. I was full of hope. It got me thinking about what may or may not be wrong with me.

I'm almost twenty-four. My life is not what I thought or hoped it would be by now. I'm not sure if it's any worse. But, it's definitely not what I was expecting, or even hoping for.

Our experiences and choices make us what we are.

Since then, I've lost a lot, I've had my heart broken, people have let me down, I've failed. On the other hand, I've gained, I've loved, I've been inspired by people, I've won.

I just miss hoping for things. I want to hope again.

Things were a lot simpler when I was young. When you haven't been let down, or had your heart broken, you find it easy - life that is. I want to have a reckless enthusiasm and optimism that scares the people around me! Haha.

Ok, no more complaining. I'm done with that.

I determined three things that are going to help me get back to where I was in my younger days.

I am going to get plugged into a church again.

I am going to get into the best shape of my life.

I am going to get out of debt.

Reckless enthusiasm, here I come.

Hi, I'm a douche bag

Hi, I'm a douche bag.

I have a nice, bronze tan. Ask me how much it cost.

I like to wear pink button down shirts. No under shirt for me thank you. Please direct your attention to my necklace. It is a tribal design.

That's how you know I'm culturally intuitive and concerned, because my necklace is a tribal design. Aren't I deep?

It's impossible to tell that I got it from a mega-chain retail store in the mall. Right across from the little boutique where I get my seven dollar protein drinks - enhanced with B-12 and ginseng, of course.

My necklace is located in the area at the top of my pink button down shirt. You can't miss it, because I have the top three buttons undone. See my tan?

Oh, you noticed my hair cut. Well thank you, yes, yes it did cost a lot of money. I think it makes a statement.

I wear khaki's. They came with some holes in the leg, so I might trick you into thinking I got them in a fight, or rock climbing maybe. Sometimes you gotta pay a little extra for holes. I like to give complete strangers dirty looks as I walk by them. It's a hobby of mine. Oh, I also like to stare at people.

People who cut their own hair in their bathroom with a five year old pair of clippers, people who wear gray hoodies, people who didn't pay extra for the holes in their pants, shirts, shoes, underwear, and socks. I like to stare at these people and hate them. I don't know why. Who do they think they are?

Sometimes I wonder if I have a soul.

Then I remember that I drive an Escalade. So who cares?

I also have a goatee.

I remember when I was young, someone brought to my attention how chiseled my features are. I got into sports. I used to like art and playing the guitar, but you can't get laid with drawing.

Secretly I hate myself, and I question my sexuality. Oh well, I'll just hit my wife later.

Oh, my wife, right. I'm sitting here at ihop with my trophy wife.

She taught me the dirty looks thing.

We have a newborn baby. He or she is going to go to a school that is way too expensive, and get an education that will one day go on a resume, so he or she can go on to become a over privileged douche junior.

Now I'm going to make damn sure that everyone in this dirty place knows that I'm tipping my waiter twenty dollars.

Sometimes I wonder if I have a soul.

Then I remember, I'm a douche bag.

LIVING IN THE LIGHT AT TUNNEL'S END

It's 2009. How in the world did we let that happen?

I can't believe I graduated high school six years ago. Turning twenty three was difficult for me. I think this year will be greeted with much more optimism than the last.

You see, things have been changing for me - in really good ways. I've been on a journey for twelve days now. I'm trying to learn discipline. I'm trying to rely on something beyond myself to fill my cup, to restore me every moment of every day.

It's an understatement to say that things never turn out exactly how we think they might. I could have never predicted how my test of faith would go. I'm learning that there has to be time for everything - happiness, suffering, anger, joy.

It's all necessary.

The trick is to not set monumental goals for yourself. At least not until you have a good idea of who you are, and what you are capable of. Anyway, more on all of this later.

The band is back. Eric bought drums. Clark's back in the mix. We practice usually a few times a week. It's a slow start, and it's a long time coming, but it's something.

I've written a lot of new music. We're working out all the music. I've already been talking to Hank Charles about booking a week in the studio to record a full length album. I'm hoping that will happen sometime over the summer. If things keep going at this pace, we'll have an album out and be on the road touring by next fall or winter.

Band names are sill up in the air, I'm leaning toward The New West. Let me know what you think.