Monthly Archives: January 2008

Savage Night


Over the weekend my wife and I finally got a chance to check out Film Streams, Omaha’s great new art house downtown, where we saw The Savages, written and directed by Tamara Jenkins, co-produced by Omaha favorite-son Alexander Payne. Now, in some ways, this film is typical of its type (type = purposefully drab-looking indie feature in which over-educated, depressed people confront their drab-looking lives). A part of me was in the mood to go see Cloverfield instead. But we both loved this movie. Jenkins tells a specific story with grace, genuine humor, and poignancy, and if you told me there were better film actors than Laura  Linney and Phillip Seymour Hoffman, I would call you a liar. But I’m not a professional film critic.

Happy Trogday!

Celebrations begin here:

Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday. I was working on the edits to my second book, Burn, when then-editor Jim Pascoe of the late, lamented UglyTown sent me the original “Trogdor the Burninator” episode for inspiration. How I clung to that little wing-a-ling dragon.  Was that really five years ago?


Well. Congrats to Strong Bad and The Cheat and all the gang. I’d do it all over again.


New Year

Somebody told me it was 2008 already. How did that happen?

Well. It’s been awhile. What’s the news?

Nothing much. You all heard about our shooter. Flags flew at half-mast here at

There were holidays. Edits on the new book, Safer, are now finished, turned in, and anxiously awaiting a blessing.

The final season of The Wire started up a couple of weeks ago. I’m distracting myself from waiting for each new episode by working on a short story. Soon, a new novel. In the meantime. . .

. . .I wish State Farm had The Pips.