The past few weeks the little dude and I have been watching a significant amount of Dora the Explorer and her cousin Diego! As an adult the repetition forces me to sees deeper into the characters of children's cartoons. His favorite is an hour episode of Dora is based off the Christmas Carol story from Dickens. It's exactly what you think it is...Swiper steals the star, they have a dancing cape and travel through time until that kleptomaniac learns his lesson. But why would she want to help this bastard? After all the shit he steals, and throws away for no reason? He's probably a drunk. The iguana is an idiot, and the big Red Chicken is retarded. Diego's best friend is jaguar. In comparison, maybe Swiper isn't that bad. I guess he does have some honorable qualities, after all, to stop him you only have to Beatlejuice his mantra three times. Peruvians are weird!

Okay...I'm having trouble writing. After last weeks bomb shell I haven't been able to get out of my own head. For anyone that pretends to know me, knows this can be bad. Inside this twisted brain of mine are several multiple personalities. Some are smart, some  funny, some evil, others just plain rude. I find myself hiding from the world, the eyes, and inevitable "are you okay" I am....and I'm not.

I've never been a huge "everything happens for a reason" guy. I find it an empty promise. Like when your car breaks down, then you get fired, and some asshole says everything happens in threes. Does it? or when some old prick says, remember what the bible says....yeah that should apply to me losing my house on betting on the Maple Leafs to make the playoffs. Sometimes you can't help but start to string coincidences together, and I suppose that it helps a certain healing process as well. Over the past few weeks I had been working on a new script project but I found some holes that I couldn't fill. I usually mull over an idea for a few months before I even start, but I had an outline that I liked and went with it. An important part of the plot surrounded a death of a characters father(I'd give you more, but I still hope to get this made and force you all to pay to see it!!) I had put in my notes that he didn't know much about his father, and learned more about the man after he passed. Weird

I suppose the situation has, at minimum, given me a new perspective. On writing, on family, on being a Dad. Isn't that what we all look for in a parent? Or am I creating that scenario because I didn't actually know James, and this creates a character that I'd hoped for in myself, and the other two father figures?

Either way I'm trying to embrace the moment with as little self-pity as possible. Seizing the day through a 10 year scotch breathe.

My kids could easily play Dora and Diego in the live action movie....I wonder if that backpack has booze in it?