14 october 1998
cracking up
when everything looks a little askew.

The quote of the day:
Bombing of an abortion clinic can lead to differences of opinion. But the bombing at the Olympics--no one's for that.

-- a real idiot I heard on the news this afternoon. A difference of opinion?

Running news:
Slept in today.


Linda called me today with the unbelievable news that our favorite bete noire from my Screenwriting graduate program, Bernice:
  1. has gotten married
  2. to a guy she met two weeks ago
  3. in Vegas
  4. and he's taking her name.

I decided this was more proof that there is a God, and she's a really cruel and capricious bastard.

Okay, not really. Everyone should have happiness, even someone as completely unendurable as Bernice. However, I really think the following disclaimer should be put at the top of any application for a marriage license:

It's much harder to end a marriage than to start one. Honest Injun.

I didn't fully appreciate this until Darin and I were preparing to get married. A friend of mine split up with her husband and I was astounded at the hell she went through: for example, when he racked up a bill with the IRS, she was due for it. I had another friend whose ex-boyfriend locked her out of the house and took all the stuff she had in there. Linda had a few good tales about her divorce (after 20 years of marriage) as well.

At the bare minimum, should it be the most amicable divorce in the history of divorces, it takes 6 months to get a divorce. Unless you have kids--then the state (California, at any rate) automatically assigns an arbitrator. There is, of course, the question of how you're going to divide things up, and woe unto you who don't

  1. get everything written down as to what belongs to who.
  2. steal everything you can before your ex-mate gets to it. Because from everything I've heard, they'll do unto you when they get the chance.

In case you're interested, should Darin and I ever split up, I'll kill myself for being an idiot.

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Linda called and we chatted for a while, something we haven't done for a while because she was working at a production company as a receptionist. We ended up chatting about her next screenplay project, about which she said she was having some problems with the story.

So I rattled off a few ideas. I usually preface these by saying, "Here's Bad Suggestion Number One (or Two, or whatever)." The funny thing is, she really liked them and said, That's it!

I felt like I was Len there, for a second.

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I'm watching this new show Charmed (about three sisters who find out they're witches) on the WB, and I can't believe it: I kind of like it. It doesn't have the wit of Buffy or the humanity of Homicide or this, that, or the other, but it does have great potential to be pretty good. And Shannen Doherty isn't driving me nuts.

Apropos of nothing, I am reminded that I dreamt about Kevin Spacey again last night. Scott--who went back to Chi-town today--opined that it's because I watched a bit of The Ref last night before we headed out to The Drew Carey Show. But still: what up with this whole Kevin Spacey thing?


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