Thank you, Giants

Hi, My name is Jeremy Shockey! and I’m a fucking moron.Apparently, the Saints offered the Giants a 2nd round pick and Roman Harper for Jeremy Shockey! recently. New York turned them down.  Peter King says the Saints are still trying to acquire the moron from The U, though.

Why on earth would you trade the only DB that is worth anything and not hurt for a loudmouth locker cancer with awesome USA! tattoos and a broken leg? I really hope I never have to see Shockey!’s bald eagle wrapped in an American flag arm peaking out from under a fleur de lis. I think I would throw up every time I saw it.

Dave would love to see us sign this turd. I don’t really know why, he’s all about the “character guys.” Just say no to Jeremy Shockey!

It’s Art Dammit!

Leslie, John, Ileana, and I recently helped some friends make a film for Atlanta’s 50 Hour Film Fest.

Here’s the link: A Midtown Mile.  Supposedly there is some kind of online voting, but I don’t think it there really is, it’s jsut a rating sytem type thing.  It’s already been decided that we won’t make the cutoff to get shown on the big screen at the Atlanta Film Fest.

The best film is called “Wake Up Call.”  You tell me if it’s intentional or not.  I say it doesn’t matter.

If you are feeling good, make sure you watch “Rosa,” to immediately rid yourself of that feeling.

Here’s what I learned about film festivals, in particular these gonzo 50 or 48 hour film fests:

  1. The winners are already decided before the festival.  The screening was so full of inside jokes it was sickening.
  2. Some people take these things real seriously.
  3. It’s really hard to sustain an idea in a short film, even for 4 minutes.
  4. There’s a lot of bad art out there.

All is fine

Leslie and I are fine here in Atlanta.  The tornado(s) hit downtown, about a mile from us, and in Cabbagetown, my favorite Atlanta neighborhood, about 3 miles from us.  But we’re fine here in Midtown.

Brian and I are going to drive around a little later, I’ll try and get some pictures.