Movie News.

I've been watching a lot of movies lately. A lot. I've been trying to avoid the political campaign because it just depresses me, but that's not the big reason.

The big reason is, I'm back writing this screenplay for dough. The producers found a new money guy, someone who has loads of money and considers himself a film genius.

I have my doubts.

But I'm not looking at the money as just numbers going into my checking account. I'm looking at the money as our ticket to the long-delayed trip I've promised Jenny for years. No, I'm not writing for money. I'm writing to take my baby to Italy. Ciao.

That's the only thing that will make the next two months bearable. Just like basic training, I know it will end.

I'll write more about this later, after next week's first production meeting, but for now, let's move on to other news.

A producer wants to option Beneath A Panamanian Moon.

That's great, but I know better than to cash that check. Still, it's like getting a smile from a pretty young girl. You know she's just being nice, but it can still make an old man's day.

You have a nice day, too.

Tonight, Molly's band is playing the James Joyce pub in Durham. Show up and I'll buy you a Guiness. That's a promise.