Hey, it’s me again.

Hey durr! I’m Elliott. I’m the guy this site runs, or I’m the guy who runs this site, or maybe I just add posts and I get other people to do the “running” or maybe I haven’t ran anywhere or anything in the past six months and I’m getting a little tubby now that my metabolism is slowing down. Not tubby like you’d notice but tubby that I notice, and that’s enough to make me question the big things in life. Like God and children and happiness. Okay, fine, that last bit was BS but you probably knew that.

Having love handles (more like like handles to be honest) hasn’t made me question anything except my voracious love of food that is both fast and junky. And a part of me loves the taste of Taco Bell nachos and cheese or the dead-center bite of a Big Mac, but another part of me is simply comforted by them. It’s not about the taste. It’s about the fact that I feel at home, like all is kinda right with the world. I’ve dodged the bullet of obesity, but that hasn’t stopped me from being infected by the very American, very patriotic notion that at the end of the day, I just need to be happy.

What were we talking about? Not a lot probably, because I haven’t been doing a lot of talking lately. I’m reading a fairytale right now. It’s called “Peter Pan.” It’s pretty incredible in a lotta ways, and it makes you realize how much writing is a gift over a skill and really can’t be contained with rules and guidelines–even though those help. Hopefully this book will lead to a marketable screenplay, and I think it will, because like Jack Black in Orange County–I got these ideas!!

Hmm, what else, what else. Oh! I blew up my dog yesterday.