When I went into Juno, I had moderate expectations, figuring I would probably like it, but not love it. Well, I’d say that Juno is better than that. It’s almost borderline great, in a small movie kind of way. The gist is that 16-year-old Juno gets knocked up, doesn’t want the kid, and will give it up for adoption when it’s born.

The secondary characters are all good, and Ellen Paige, as Juno, really gives a terrific performance, carrying the whole movie. My only gripe is that, despite a reWhen I went into Juno, I had moderate expectations, figuring I would probably like it, but not love it. Well, I’d say that Juno is better than that. It’s almost borderline great, in a small movie kind of way. The gist is that 16-year-old Juno gets knocked up, doesn’t want the kid, and will give it up for adoption when it’s born.

The secondary characters are all good, and Ellen Paige, as Juno, really gives a terrific performance, carrying the whole movie. My only gripe is that, despite a really interesting script with dialogue that feels real, rather than movie dialogue, the character of Juno just doesn’t act and talk like a 16-year-old. She’s too worldly and wise for her age. I struggled at times believing that she was actually 16. Had this movie been exactly the same, except that the character of Juno was 21 and not 16–in college and not high school–I think the tone would have been spot on.

Still, it’s a movie definitely worth seeing, and will likely hold up quite well on subsequent viewings.

Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2008/01/07 12:59

Today is January 4, 2008, and should be marked as a red-letter day in American cultural history.

So there I was today, checking out cnn.com, just checking in on the world at large, and there, high up under Latest News, was the latest news indeed on Britney Spears. Now, this kind of celebrity gossip usually makes me want to spew chunks, but curiosity got the best of me. And what does this version say?

Well, seems that poor widew Britney blew yet another gasket, and around ?10:30 p.m, Today is January 4, 2008, and should be marked as a red-letter day in American cultural history.

So there I was today, checking out cnn.com, just checking in on the world at large, and there, high up under Latest News, was the latest news indeed on Britney Spears. Now, this kind of celebrity gossip usually makes me want to spew chunks, but curiosity got the best of me. And what does this version say?

Well, seems that poor widew Britney blew yet another gasket, and around ?10:30 p.m, six police cars, two ambulances and a fire truck had entered the gated community that includes Spears’ house. Several police cars were seen in the area earlier in the night.?

Seems that good ole? Brit and K-Fed got into another of their illustrious custody spats, and Britney lost her s**t. ?For her own welfare, she was transferred to a local hospital for medical treatment,? which apparently included psychological testing.

Well … duh.

Brilliant stuff.

Okay, well, not a great day for Britney, and certainly not a stellar day for CNN. They?re not exactly setting the standard for journalistic excellence. But there was more!

When I looked down just a few lines on the CNN homepage, there was another headline, this one about our favorite Lolita Amy Fisher. Ooh goody. The Fisher Queen and her husband are now marketing their homemade sex tape.

Well, golly. Who woulda thunk it?

Seems they did a little home sex tape thing, which her husband then sold to a porn distributor when they were on the brink of divorce. They?ve since reconciled, and rather than fighting for the tape?s retraction, she took a six-figure payout instead.

[i]Man[/i]. If we?re not just having a day of days to be proud of, then what more could you ask for? The legacy of American class and brilliance shines bright.

UPDATED:

I just had to throw this in here (it’s Sunday morning), but now Dr. Phil has visited Britney, and he’s saying that she’s an unequivicable mess (ya think?), and needs medical and pyschological help, pronto.

This story just keeps gettin’ better and better …

Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2008/01/05 06:53

Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2008/01/06 10:11

It has been decided. 2008 is our year. And when I say [i]our,[/i] I not only mean Liz and I, but anyone who chooses to jump on board. Last year was a tough one?not all bad?but long and challenging.

So ?08 is our year. It has been decided.

By me.

While I am generally an upbeat, optimistic fellow, sometimes the best I can find in myself is to simply hang on. Last year produced several stretches of that sort. My desire to thrive was there, but my mojo wasn?t. There were just too manyIt has been decided. 2008 is our year. And when I say [i]our,[/i] I not only mean Liz and I, but anyone who chooses to jump on board. Last year was a tough one?not all bad?but long and challenging.

So ?08 is our year. It has been decided.

By me.

While I am generally an upbeat, optimistic fellow, sometimes the best I can find in myself is to simply hang on. Last year produced several stretches of that sort. My desire to thrive was there, but my mojo wasn?t. There were just too many obstacles large and small to contend with to build the kind of momentum I was hoping for.

But that was last year, and this is now. This is ?08.

I?m not going to go on for too long today, but I wanted to start off my 2008 blogging with a declaration of goodness. A declaration of positive energy. A declaration of focus and fun. A declaration of accomplishment and success. Of friends and family. Of vigor and possibility.

2008 is our year. It?s gonna be one heckuva ride …

Finally saw The Lookout last night. I can honestly say my heart was pounding from beginning to end. The kid from Third Rock from the Sun was great, and there were other really good performances as well. It’s about this kid–a high school hockey star in the midwest–who gets messed up in a car accident, and because of his head injury, is reduced to being a night janitor at a local bank. The local baddies get involved, and it’s just tense start to finish.

If you like gritty movies, I’d definiFinally saw The Lookout last night. I can honestly say my heart was pounding from beginning to end. The kid from Third Rock from the Sun was great, and there were other really good performances as well. It’s about this kid–a high school hockey star in the midwest–who gets messed up in a car accident, and because of his head injury, is reduced to being a night janitor at a local bank. The local baddies get involved, and it’s just tense start to finish.

If you like gritty movies, I’d definitely recommend The Lookout.

Just so we’re clear, nobody is outing themselves here. But for the last few days Liz and I have undertaken one of the tasks that just don’t come easy: cleaning out the closets.

It’s just gotten to be that time. We’ve been living in our place here in Forest Hills for about two years, and the closet situation just got to that point. We’ve got piles and bags of stuff, but no organization. We weren’t even really sure what we did have, and what we needed.

And like any good organizer, which Just so we’re clear, nobody is outing themselves here. But for the last few days Liz and I have undertaken one of the tasks that just don’t come easy: cleaning out the closets.

It’s just gotten to be that time. We’ve been living in our place here in Forest Hills for about two years, and the closet situation just got to that point. We’ve got piles and bags of stuff, but no organization. We weren’t even really sure what we did have, and what we needed.

And like any good organizer, which Liz most definitely is (me, not so much), we’ve taken virtually everything–yep, everything–out of three closets so that we can look at everything we have, sort by like items, and assess where everything should go. So what does that mean? You guessed it. The apartment looks like several bombs went off in random order. We’ve got piles on the floor, piles on the table, piles on the spare bed.

Some of those piles are neatly stacked, some of the piles are not even close to being neatly stacked. We’ve got piles of papers, we’ve got piles off office supplies. We’ve got old files that need to go in permanent storage and older files that need to get chucked. We’ve got DVD boxes (okay, [i]I[/i] have DVD boxes), we’ve got old paid bills and receipts. We’ve got computer ink cartridges and we’ve got business cards from three jobs ago. We’ve got 20 years of birthday cards. We’ve got old letters. We’ve got wires and old cell phones, cameras that don’t work, VCRs we don’t use and portable CD players we haven’t looked at in two years.

So, yeah. We’ve got ourselves a little project going on here.

Tomorrow we’re heading off to the Container Store in Manhattan to get the storage bins we need. And [i]then[/i] we get to put everything in their new homes.

I can’t say this is the most thrilling project I’ve ever undertaken, but it’s definitely needed. And if it wasn’t for Liz, our closets would pile up for the next ten years, because there was virtually no chance on God’s green earth that I was going to initiate it. And who knows what kind of a disaster it would have been at that point.

We probably won’t be able to finish this weekend, but we’re making one heckuva dent. And once this project is done and dusted, we’ll able to kick back and relax, happy about a job well done and an organized apartment.

And then time to start the next one …

It’s been a week or so since I updated you guys on the new tweaks I’ve been putting to Finders Keepers, so in the spirit of Christmas I figured now was a good time to catch you up (I have no idea how updating you is in the spirit of Christmas, but it kinda sounded like a holiday-type thing to say).

As I noted in an earlier blog, one of the missions of this latest round of tweaks was to trim the Finders Keepers manuscript just a bit, as it came in just a little long. Well, I’m here to reportIt’s been a week or so since I updated you guys on the new tweaks I’ve been putting to Finders Keepers, so in the spirit of Christmas I figured now was a good time to catch you up (I have no idea how updating you is in the spirit of Christmas, but it kinda sounded like a holiday-type thing to say).

As I noted in an earlier blog, one of the missions of this latest round of tweaks was to trim the Finders Keepers manuscript just a bit, as it came in just a little long. Well, I’m here to report that I’ve read the entire manuscript?twice?and made a whole lot of little cuts, and then implemented them. So here’s a little math for you.

Before I started this latest round of tweaks, Finders Keepers came in at 128,368 words, and 544 pages. Now that I’ve finished this round, Finders Keepers is 115,251 words and 445 pages. Let’s look at that in grid form:

Before Tweaks After Tweaks

Word Count 128,368 115,251

Page Count 544 445

Applying a little more math, here’s some additional analysis.

Total Words Cut: 13,117

Total Pages Cut: 99

This means that I was able to cut 11 percent of the word count, and almost 18 percent of the page count. I’m not sure how that sounds to you, but I gotta say, I’m pretty darn happy with it.

Thing is, it’s not that I just cut words from Finders Keepers. It’s that I condensed Finders Keepers so that I’ve pruned off extraneous words. And in doing so I didn’t get rid of a single chapter, nor did I cut any characters. Which means that Finders Keepers is leaner and tighter than ever, while keeping the core story intact?all the vital organs remain. The humor’s still there. The flow is there. The nuance. It’s just Finders Keepers in better shape than it’s ever been!

But the pruning isn’t done yet.

While I’m really, really happy with the way this round of pruning went, I suspect there’s opportunity for more still. What I’m discovering is that the more ruthless I choose to be when looking at my own work, the better I become as I writer. It’s long been said that the real writing is done during the editing process. Well, that’s been absolutely true in my case. Why make my point in 20 words if I can do it in 14? Or 11?

As a writer, the instinct is to write. To add words. But as a storyteller, the goal is to be as efficient as possible. It’s not only my goal, but my responsibility to the readers, to say what I want to say as quickly as possible without sacrificing any meaning.

On the publishing end of things, it’s always going to be in my best interest to present a manuscript that is as short, tight and lean as possible. That doesn’t mean making the manuscript short for the sake of being short, but if I want to thrive in the publishing world, I have to deal with the reality that printed pages cost money, and the fewer pages there are to print the less it costs to produce a physical book. And the more cost efficient my manuscript is, the better chance I have of getting it in print.

That said, I’m not going to cut my book to the point where it will hurt the story, but if there’s a scene or a description or dialogue exchange that I like, but just don’t need, where it doesn’t advance the plot or character development, well, that sucker will likely have to go. Admittedly, there are scenes like those that I’m not cutting. They make me laugh. Or they amuse me. Finders Keepers is supposed to be fun, so I’m not cutting the fun stuff. But other stuff does have to go.

The great thing is that, just because little bits like that won’t make the final draft doesn’t mean they longer exist. That’s what this Web site is for. So anything I like but cut from Finders Keepers will likely end up here at some point.

So starting later today I’ll start printing the newly pruned version of Finders Keepers and look to prune once again. I don’t know how much more I can effectively snip away at this point, but if I’ve learned anything through all this, it?s that if I look hard enough, I can almost always find something to trim down. And if that makes Finders Keepers just that much better, then I’m all for it.

Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2008/01/04 05:44

I admit that I?m a holiday kinda guy. I don?t get miserable during the winter holidays. I like ?em.

But the one thing that drives me bonkers is the holiday food. The cookies. The snacks. The gift baskets. Oh, don?t get me wrong, I?m not saying they?re bad. They?re good. But they?re good in that very bad way. Rich chocolates. Fancy cheeses.

For the last week my office has been inundated with gift baskets, and it sure doesn?t take long for somebody to crack them open. No matter how many I admit that I?m a holiday kinda guy. I don?t get miserable during the winter holidays. I like ?em.

But the one thing that drives me bonkers is the holiday food. The cookies. The snacks. The gift baskets. Oh, don?t get me wrong, I?m not saying they?re bad. They?re good. But they?re good in that very bad way. Rich chocolates. Fancy cheeses.

For the last week my office has been inundated with gift baskets, and it sure doesn?t take long for somebody to crack them open. No matter how many treats are in there, they’re wiped out in minutes like a swarm of locusts flew in.

Now, I try to be good. I try not to give in. But finger foods are a weakness of mine. They call out to me. They lure me in. Ru-usss. You know you want meeee. I?m so small and tasty. Soooo ta-steeee. I really stumble with the chocolate covered pretzels. Or the cheese spread and fancy crackers.

Damn you, holiday temptation!

So while I?m trying like heck to be healthy, to keep the pounds off, these holiday gifs aren?t making life any easier.

Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2007/12/26 07:00

Well, it?s sure been one heckuva a year. Some of it was great, some of it was less so, but all in all it was packed. And I?m pooped, which is why I can?t wait for the next three days to wind down.

Because of the holiday work schedule?and some vacation days I?ve been hoarding?Thursday is my last day of work for the year.

[i]Sa-weet.[/i]

This weekend I?ll be heading down to Baltimore to visit good buddy and fellow-creator dude Rich Henn, where we?re planning to visit the comic bookWell, it?s sure been one heckuva a year. Some of it was great, some of it was less so, but all in all it was packed. And I?m pooped, which is why I can?t wait for the next three days to wind down.

Because of the holiday work schedule?and some vacation days I?ve been hoarding?Thursday is my last day of work for the year.

[i]Sa-weet.[/i]

This weekend I?ll be heading down to Baltimore to visit good buddy and fellow-creator dude Rich Henn, where we?re planning to visit the comic book museum in Baltimore, check out this new, snazzy movie theater he?s been raving about, and, of course, eat and drink until our eyeballs pop out.

Then next week Liz and I are doing the Christmas day thing with some friends, and then plan to just hang out and enjoy the city until New Years rolls around.

And just a short while after we return from the holiday break Liz and I are taking four, well-deserved days on a beach in Jamaica, and right when we come back we?ve got the three-day weekend for Martin Luther King Jr. day.

So as you can see, I really, really, really, really, really can?t wait for Thursday. Cuz once that Flinstone?s whistle blows at the end of the day, I?m on super sweet vacation. (I almost passed out just typing those words).

Don?t worry, I?ll be blogging all through the holidays, but when something this juicy rolls around, I just have to share.

Clipping fingernails and toenails is just one of those little necessary grooming rituals that we all undertake. Maybe not as often as shaving, or say, bathing, but we still need to do it now and again.

The other day I was at work, and as I walked into the men’s room I saw a guy at the sink doing a little clipping, washing his fingernail shrapnel down the drain. Clean. I suppose ideally he would have done his grooming at home, but sometimes it just turns out that we need to do a little touchClipping fingernails and toenails is just one of those little necessary grooming rituals that we all undertake. Maybe not as often as shaving, or say, bathing, but we still need to do it now and again.

The other day I was at work, and as I walked into the men’s room I saw a guy at the sink doing a little clipping, washing his fingernail shrapnel down the drain. Clean. I suppose ideally he would have done his grooming at home, but sometimes it just turns out that we need to do a little touch up. It happens. And I was thankful that this guy chose to do it over the sink, in the men’s room, where this kind of grooming is most appropriate.

What I can’t stand, what really skeeves me out, is when people clip their nails in public, like on the subway!

Yuck!

First of all, there’s the shrapnel issue. Clipping your little fingernail discharge onto the seats or the subway floor. Even if you’re careful, you’re gonna nail somebody (unintended pun). It’s gross. Just … yuck.

Second, it’s the noise. That little [i]plink … plink … plink.[/i] There’s just something about those little high pitched clicks that gets me. It’s another one of those fingernails on a chalkboard thing (again, another untended nail reference). It gives me the willies.

Why, oh why must people do this in public? I don’t get it. And I’m not saying that every once in a while you won’t face an emergency. Last night, for example, I accidentally scraped my hand against the wall in the subway, and had a sharp, painful right pinkie fingernail. It needed a little attention. I didn’t clip it or anything, but if I had a nail clipper with me (which I never do, for the reasons above), maybe I would have given it a quick clip just to file down the rough edge. But it would have been quick and over with, that’s even if I would have done it at all.

So I guess my point of all this is … groom yourself at home! Clipping your fingernails in public is nasty! Just like you don’t want to watch me groom myself, I don’t want to see anybody else doing it either.

I realize this isn’t the end of the world, but it’s just one of those little [i]ick [/i]things that would just make our days that much nicer if they were done in private.

Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2008/01/04 05:44

It seems that my missing stress ball at work has returned–and, I have to admit–I got got. I hate getting got. I prefer doing the getting. But never let it be said that I can’t take a joke. (for Part I of this story, see my blog from Nov. 27).

If you recall from the previous blog, one of the writers I supervise, in a little bit of revenge pranking, snatched my squeezy stress ball from my desk–which I use to full advantage on a regular basis–and hid it somewhere nearby. Of course, I figuIt seems that my missing stress ball at work has returned–and, I have to admit–I got got. I hate getting got. I prefer doing the getting. But never let it be said that I can’t take a joke. (for Part I of this story, see my blog from Nov. 27).

If you recall from the previous blog, one of the writers I supervise, in a little bit of revenge pranking, snatched my squeezy stress ball from my desk–which I use to full advantage on a regular basis–and hid it somewhere nearby. Of course, I figured that I would find it with relative ease. I checked nearby, not putting too much effort into it, 1), because I had a backup (tennis ball, which works, but not as well), and 2), because (and let’s face it), I didn’t want to admit that he annoyed me!

So I checked nearby, and that little sucker just didn’t turn.

Said writer was back in the office the other day, and, with a satisfied grin, revealed the hiding spot–which was right under my nose. On a mostly vacated desk next to mine was the usual gathering of items–including a white coffee mug on the top shelf.

Yep. You guessed it. The stress ball was in the coffee mug. I’d been by the desk a few times, had even checked within inches of where that darn thing was. So close. So close.

Well, as I said, I got got.

#%$!!!

I gotta give the kid some credit … and think of my next prank.

Stay tuned.

Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2007/12/13 05:46