Moving Day!
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: Divynls' "I Touch Myself"
i have a new apartment!

it's my first apartment, though not my first time living outside the house. i spent a year in Ireland and four years away at college ("away" being 5 minutes down the road, but in the dorm nonetheless).

it's blistering outside. sometimes i despise Tenessee weather. today is one of those days. one of those hot, humid, relentless days that begs you to go swimming but instead you find yourself doing heavy manual labour.

i shaved my head Friday night and the ladies in my life are not impressed, despite how much i feel better about myself. it's not like i'm a skinhead. i have peach fuzz. but it's all good.

i recalled one of my scripts today. i had sent it to two of my favorite actors (Corey Newmyer and Michael Ennis) but the more i read it, the more i disliked it. it was too preachy. it was practically a three-page monologue. no thanks. i have a new (and hopefully) better idea on how to tackle the subject at hand.

anyway. need to get back to work. have a few last things to move, a dryer to hook up, and a landlord to bribe into fixing my air conditioner (a must for yankees trapped below the Mason-Dixon Line).

Death to Mornings!
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Morissey's "Irish Blood, English Heart"
mornings should not come before 10am. i'm no good to anyone before 11, so why my boss insists i arrive at work at 8am is beyond me. if i didn't think i was missing something, it would do me a lot of good to work from 1pm to 9pm. i'd be alert, awake, and just hitting my stride as i got off work. oh well. at least i can listen to music. otherwise, there would be NO WAY these bleary eyes of mine would stay open.

this is why the Lord created Starbucks.

Alfie
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Aerosmith's "Dream On"
just finished watching Alfie. absolutely fantastic character study. the movie is quite brilliant, despite what critics might say. it's compared (understandably) to the original of which it is a remake.

but remake isn't the right word for what it truly is: an update. the biggest gripe (from what i hear) is the conclusion. for those of you behind on your Jude Law movie marathons, i won't spoil it, all i will say is there is an honesty in the final words spoken that aren't found in the original. in the original, there is a feigned strength. my reaction to this is, when the original was made (in 1966, for those wondering) there was a social honesty that men were expected not to have. the feigned strength and invincibility because admitted weakness was exactly that.

i see the two Alfies as two time capsules: one a brilliant commentary on the late (and swinging) 60's, the other, the early mellinium.

if sexuality doesn't offend you, then you should enjoy what i found to be a cinematic treat (so much so i had to own it).

J-Fest 2005 (my very first blog)
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: Bruce Springsteen's "Devils and Dust"
my first blog. ever.

well, not counting my blog-stalking of Zach Braff.

i should make this a blog for the history books. one that people will remember as "The Very First Blog of T Scott Fogg."

Corey Newmyer's new nickname is "Bucky." he hates it. help me make it stick.

we (Ripple) are gearing up for J-Fest. i've spent all day editing promotional material for our booth. everyone else is down at Camp Jordan, setting up the lights. Rachel Komorowski (my favorite-est cousin) and her band (among others, Bucky the Bass Player) are coming into the Fertility Center in about 20 minutes to practice their songs.

if you happen to be at J-Fest, make sure to catch her. if you haven't ever heard her sing, oh my goodness, you have no idea what you're missing. she is amazing. she'll have a couple of songs Friday night, Saturday, and one right before Casting Crowns takes the stage ("Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus," if I'm not mistaken).

i wish i had something else to report, this being my first blog and all. but don't you worry. i'm beginning pre-production on some short films, and there will be PLENTY to report, i'm sure.

stay sane or fake it,
Scott