Yo peeps and past 43 friends, been awhile and I apologize. Been concentrating on academic endeavors.
However, the film-making gods might be aligning for a production this summer and yes, then my MoJO will be on full Display.
Two lead actors already cast. Work-shopping the script in my grad screenwriting class.
Game On! This Mofo just might be ready to bust out some Mojo!
Oh, and the “Ladies of the Lake” just might be in for a bit of my sexasma.
Ran into my favorite prof at the coffee stand . . .
I mentioned the old BBC mini-series (State of Play) I had watched that I thought was comparable to the Wire.
We sat and talked geo-political thoughts on livable areas to pursue a PHD in theatre. The pros and cons of the HYPED and truly meaty places to end up residing for a doctorate program.
Mentors stir ones primal sense of conquering knowledge in the rawest of ways!
Been a tough series to watch as a Sharks fan . . .
but the comeback tonight was glorious!
(From the Award Winning Journalists at Access Hollywood)
David Beckham is most certainly a knockout, but apparently a kiss from Becks has a very unique effect – it can actually knock you out.
That was the case for one lucky partygoer inside Jermaine Dupri’s pre-Grammy bash in Hollywood on Saturday, when one kiss from the soccer superstar did more than just leave her weak in the knees, according to a report in People.
As Becks was enjoying himself inside Hollywood hot spot Club Central, a young female fan approached him and got a quick kiss on the cheek – and promptly fainted.
But it was just another day at the office for Becks, who apparently has seen this reaction before
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One of my favorite days of the year. An avalanche of birthday messages via mail, text, email, sociopathitic networking sites, work assaulting me with comedic birthday greetings as soon as a cute gal came to the counter, some respected confidants wishing kind thoughts, drunken this’s and that’s speaking loud irish whisky congrats and my bro leaving me a brilliant message of poetic insight (his birthday being a mere few hours prior) and well Katherine Hepburn and I always comune in a weird spiritual way that all of you non-Scorpio, non-November 8th people would just not understand. Ciao, another berfday!
Oh, the uprorious start of school and work all at its chaotic self at once . . . was frantically draining.
But it was telling in discerning that my Mojo seems to be working in subtle ways I had not thought possible. It also seems my attraction level to females seems to be exploding like a MOFO as i started to suspect the last couple of months judging by random enounters in airports.
Gotta be the shoes. The new shoes. Or possibly the hair has reached its proper length and form. The phereomones have properly aged?
All tis not if I cannot nail this role next week. Biggest audition I have had in years.
Hold the fanfare. I do believe my treo is working again. And anyone who has a treo will tell you that when you get used to the usefull litlle doohickeys they become an essiental part of your life that seems listless and lacking in any sort of mojo once gone.
See, at first the antenna was lost and so I had to order a new one and when I got it people said I sounded like I was calling from a tunnel. (this is not what people appreciate when you call them, sounding like you are calling from a fjord, a peninsula or a skyscrpaer is fine, a tunnel, highly frowned upon).
So, I would listen to people calling and speaking quite eloquent thoughts and then I would shout and they would say “what, what, you sound like you’re in a tunnel” and so I would have to call them on mu home phone and waste money and feel mojoless and downright grumpy.
Then today I was sitting having some tea while reading Titus Andronicus (typical afternoon tea light reading fare)when I noticed this little hole on the back side of my phone was filled with chocolate. Long story, but my phone had been in my backpack while antennaless with a opened chocolate bar and had decided to smother iteslf in chocolate. I had cleaned off all the chocolate, I’d thought, but apparently this lil hidden hole on the backside had escaped my notice and it tunrs out it is the speaker that your voice enters into when talking to people who are outside of the tunnel.
So technically speaking, my horrible phone problems of late have all been because of Chocolate build-up. DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU! It is not fun.
Yea though, my mojo is calling now and it is going to be babbling lots of eloquent thoughts to anybody and everybody no matter if they sound like they are in a tunnel or not!
The storms they were a’ragin’.
The levees they were a’breakin’.
Then the calm, truly a’mazin’.
Much like Spring on steroids.
Red Tape a’meltin’ from my glare.
Money a’flowin’ & not a care.
My thinkin’ laid bare.
My Mofo’n’Mojo like R2 & all his Droids.
This past year my mojo or juju has been working in wonderous ways that even I do not pretend to understand. It seems that everything just falls into place without extra effort.
I think this revolves around my belief in karma and also the path of a zen warrior; My reinforcement in positive ego and confidence with my attempt to eliminate negative ego and destructive humor.