30 Weeks Later…

In the 30 weeks I’ve been in England, I’ve done 26 Walks in London, gone to the Lake District, Liverpool, seen Strawberry Fields, watched a show at the last place Jimi Hendrix ever performed, saw a bunch of blue plaques that mark where a bunch of dead people used to live at some point in their lives - among those people were Mozart and Karl Marx (in the same neighborhood) – decided to live in a different part of England, and almost cried to the season finale of Breaking Bad.

Yup, I’ve been busy. I’ve been writing. I’m working on a new script and hope it gets some play. It’s my first attempt at a comedy (knowingly). My first comedy was written UNknowingly and that turned out alright. It didn’t sell but what the hell, it was funny. At least, that’s what my mom said. Nah, she didn’t even read it. Still, I’ll let you know how this one turns out.

Breaking Bad Season 4. Anyone get a chance to watch it? If you consider yourself my friend, you’ll get the DVDs, sit your ass on the couch and watch this show – immediately. It’s the best-written thing on television since The Wire and The West Wing. I know that’s saying a lot but just try it out. Please.

Fatherhood. For me, that’s what this show is all about. It explores the depths of fatherhood and reminds me of my own dad. Inside the dark comedy, the meth, the killing, the Western-style intensity, there lies a simple tale of a father trying to provide for his family. At least, it begins that way, then it turns ugly, and becomes a story about how good intentions can lead to bad deeds. Still, it is the same story and it touches on something very dear to my heart – family. I can see this happening to just about any decent man in the world who feels an obligation to provide and protect. Whether you see it my way or not, I’m sure you’ll agree, it’s one hell of a show.

Aside from all that, I’ve been enjoying my time with the wife. It really is a new life we’re both adjusting to – it feels like a really cool hat…

- wear a helmet