An' when they was no fowl we ate crawdad.

Good things about today? Well...

- Buying the necessary issues to wrap up the newest Ghost Rider series at my favorite comic book store. Nerdy? Fuck you, life's no bed of roses when your head is on fire.



- Watching the Breakfast Club with Steve and Dave while eating Dave's food and arguing between the three of us exactly who would be Bender, who would be Claire, and who would be Carl. The closest I can come to an answer is to remind you that only one of us has actually spent a summer working as a janitor at the high school he went to. Forgetful? Let me help.

MTV TRU LIFE: I'M A JANITOR

- Getting the kind of phone call from my girlfriend that makes my week. Aww, how cute Hundley, get a fucking room.


- Visibly creeping out my writing class with the first page of a script that made me feel icky when I wrote it. Also, H.I.'s words to Ed in "Raising Arizona", about how her cheating fiance is a "damned fool" is one of the most romantic speeches in the movies.


- Finally, outside, Aurora is remembering that Winter is a season that can actually have a weather pattern other than "barren", and I'm going with Steve and Dave to undertake a mission so dangerous and potentially ridiculous, that Steve is actually going to have to get drunk before we head out. Seriously.


WORD.

The Hills Have Novelty Sunglasses

In honor of you getting to know me, and I mean REALLY getting to know me, I'm going to take a page from Steve yet again and show you EXACTLY what you're dealing with here. Because anyone could show you their best looking pictures from Myspace or create a lovely photo album of their travel journal on Xanga, I'm here to keep it as lowbrow and stomach churning as possible. So, without further ado, here it is....

The Worst Of Brett
Photography Collection

Manimal.


Fashion Trainwreck.

Criminal Wild Man.

Utter Lush.

MULLET?!!?

Kinda makes you wanna take a hot bath, doesn't it? Don't worry, I feel the same way. Glad that's behind us, now let's go get some pizza.

Welcome To Thunderdome

I'm Brett, this is my blog. I'm a film-maker, paranormal journalist, science fan, and otherwise twenty-something sweetheart darling for you to cuddle up with on cold nights. Well, maybe not, my girlfriend might get mad at me. But you can at least read this blog and know that there's someone out there at least as ridiculous as you are.

I'm already on Myspace, and when I figure out how to use basic tools like a modern man of the 21st Century, I'll add links so you can read all the stuff I've already wasted an unreasonable amount of time on!

Odds are pretty good if you're on this page, you already know my buddy Steven Schmidt. He's a little dingleberry, but I love and abuse him like a little brother and if you can tolerate him, you and I might get along.

ANYWAYS, since I'm pretty much sure that I don't know what I'm doing just yet, why don't you go ahead and cruise on over to Steve's Blog while I go to the bank and make a withdrawl since I spent my money on a Sega Genesis last week. Sonic, get out of my dreams and into my car.