Good morning. Happy fall. It's October 22, 2026 and it's raining in the Southland. I have a cautionary tale today, one from which I hope you can learn even if you're not in entertainment. A couple weeks ago I received a message through the platform ACX. ACX is an audiobook and voice over clearinghouse where I have found work before. A trusted site, you could say. The message asked if I was interested in recording a commercial spot for overcoming anxiety. Naturally I said yes.

It's September 17, 2026. The midterm elections are coming and I have great hope our country will right the ship and jetison the awful party in power. Having said that, this blog is only tacitly about politics. Here's the rub. The war on Iran (not in Iran, on Iran) is shoveling prices of everything up. The sole reason for it is the current occupant of the oval office. He started it and continues to make horrible decision after horrible decision. We look like idiots for putting

An amazing thing happened the other day. It's August 17, 2026 and the future is happening now. (Oh, boy. What a cliche. But I couldn't help it! Hopefully the rest of this post gets better). We have a trip upcoming to one of my former hometowns. My wife's never been. It's a beautiful place with lots of great things to see, verdant and green, hills and valleys. A place one could call home. Fortunately we're going in the summer when the temperature soars to the mid 70's (fahrenh

Ah, sports! It's Friday July 17, 2026 and the World Cup as we know it is over. Well, almost. Two games left to be played this weekend with another 104 in four years time. The thing I love and hate about sports is the emotional price. My USA won a knockout round game against Bosnia Herzegovina then got thumped by a resurgent Belgium five days later. Highs and lows, lows and highs. It's a mystery. My nervy team looked out of sorts from the kickoff against Belgium. Even from a t

I'm a little late this month for good reason. It's World Cup. Today is Tuesday June 23, 2026 and I'm in soccer heaven. What can we learn from the World Cup? I've given it a lot of thought and the answer is -- nothing. Not one single thing. It's supposed to be fun. That's all. So let the fun begin, er, uh, continue. There was a time I (emotionally) lived and died vicariously through the national teams. Not anymore. Now, I'm a grown up. Mature. But, every time I watch a game it

It's May 20, 2026 and I've been staring at my script for a good long time. I've been wondering how rehearsing a play is a life lesson because, after, shouldn't blogs teach life lessons? Or, at least, be funny? There are the obvious things: study hard, learn things, practice, practice practice. But are those life lessons? And, if they are, shouldn't one have learned them long before stumbling onto this blog? So, here's my takeaway. It's the people. In theater, auditions often

I've been hemming and hawing about this post for a few days. It's April 18, 2026 and I just noticed the prominent AI sticker at the top of this site. I didn't sit down to write about it but I think I must. A tracking blue box is square around the words I'm writing. It grows with every return key I hit and is punctuated by a blue diamond encouraging me to use AI to write this blog. AI? Really? Since when is letting a machine to what should be natural a good thing? My brother i

It's March 20, 2026 and I just finished the third draft of my most recent novel. My goal was to finish this phase in two weeks. It took three days. I guess I was slightly obsessed. Writing takes many forms (ex, see blog post!). I've been ensconsed with Kingdom Writers Hollywood as a screenwriter for a couple years now and every time I'm asked what I'm working on, I say, "My novel." I justify it by saying I'll adapt it into a screenplay, and I will. Lying to that group of arti

I've been thinking about atheism lately. Do you know how much you have to ignore to believe there is no God? The tree in the front yard, the grass, the ground under the grass, gravity, the spinning of the Earth, the axis on which it spins, the sun, the moon, the oceans and the tides, stones and boulders and canyons and creeks, the rivers and lakes and streams and forests, deserts and mountains and valleys and fjords and all the wildlife in them. You have to ignore oxygen and

It's January 8, 2026. The official anniversary of the fires is January 7, but not for me. Me and mine escaped the inferno in the wee hours of the next day, so January 8 is my anniversary. When I was a kid I heard a song called something like "It Never Rains In Southern California." I thought, "Man. How do they live without rain?" Of course it was just a song and the Southland gets plenty of rain in the rainy season. But it's not long before locals start complaining. As in, th