FIFTEEN MINUTE BREAK March 18, 2003

II'm having trepidation about boarding a plane for the first time since....well, ever since the last century. I'm leaving on a jet plane out of Burbank on Friday to Vegas to spend the weekend with my dad's side of the family. Now with the George W (Warmongering Chickenhawk) Bush 's anal retentive bullshit tirade about his daddy's boogieman Saddam is starting to sound like a turd sticking it's own head out- it's getting awfully cantankerous and it's casting a black cloud over my weekend. Not only that, I didn't realize when I was making arrangements to fly back that I'd be flying back on Oscar Night. I touch down on the runways of Burbank just in time as the ceremonies begin.

I'm fucking slacking again.

I'm in the middle of doing the rewrites on my sixth Deposit Man book- going around changing bits and pieces in the script- I started it last week but I'm probably not going to finish it until Wednesday or Thursday of next week. My landlord and his wife are out in Vegas right now and I'm trying my best to be a bad tenant by throwing parties and watching all the DVDs that I haven't got around to watching. I'm now a month backlogged. I'm currently watching the Dune mini-series director's cut and I'm going to tackle the X-Men 1.5 which I've had lying around forever. I think I bought it just to get the free Daredevil movie ticket inside. Figure I'd get to watch it tonight before I board the dreaded round trip ticket to Las Valhalla Vegas. I hope those Southwest pilots can manuever their way through the heavy scud missile traffic.

I have to get around to talking about this sequel to the Deposit Man I want to set up in Vegas. I met this way out artist on a MTA Rapid Line Bus and he's willing to design my new characters. So more about that tomorrow because...

My fifteen minutes are up.

Cary Coatney