Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barrettes...

Well, now that you douche bags are done spitting your aweinspiring onslaught of rebuddles, I figured I'd take the time to jump in here.

Firstly, Happy Birthday to Jonathan Sundy. I know I talked to you last night and said it then, wrote you two facebook messages this morning, had balloons and chocalates waiting at your desk in the morning, sent a birthday gram to your work to sing to you before lunch, and have 2 dozen red roses showing up at your doorstep in about 2 hours, buuuuuuuut I figured I'd still say it on the blog as well!

John, sorry homey, but I won't make it to the game! I know I suck. I screwed up the date and told the guys i was going to go with the wrong one...they couldn't make it for that weekend and when I came back at them for this weekend they already had plans! Booo to me. But be prepared, this is another long Axford post!

Christopher, I called you back the day after you rang me and left you a message. I've been wondering why you didn't call me? Buuuuuut, after to talking to Jonathan last night, I realized my phone is a peice of garbage and I very well could of just left you a message that "sounded like Hurricane!" And if my name didn't show up on a missed call you must have been scared by the scaring Hurricane message! Sorry! But give my ass a call back. Punk!

Last time I wrote on here (besides the Hertzfeldt cartoons), I think I mentioned that I was writing a script for a production compnay down in West Hollywood (Sunset Blvd.) that was owned by old retired baseball players and current ones. Well, they read my treatment, which was 15 pages (single spaced) and they loved it. A treatment is the synopsis of the film with all the action involved and tells the enitre story of the film and its characters, but it does not include the dialogue...

...So I started on the script before I got the feedback from the company. I got the feedback and then went to town on it to try and get it done. Well, i just finished it two days ago and I sent it off yesterday. I registered it with the Writer's Guild of America, so it's protected for 5 years now (which doesn't really mean anything but it gives me a good sense of pride to have something I conjuerd up be protected!) It's currently sitting at 145 pages long. Yes, possibly longer than any of the papers I've done in my entire educational career, combined! The guy I sent it too is giving it directly to Todd Zeil, former New York Met and one of the head executives at Green Diamond Entertainment.

I'm pretty pumped about it and I really hope to hear some good feedback. If I get the job I could be pretty well set for the next few years of my life. I would become a member of the Guild and I would get all the benefits of the guild (which are quite amazing). Not to mention the "minimum" payments that they have set out in their Collective Bargaining Agreement for selling your intellectual property! (It's not minimal at all.)


Anywho, in other news, my girlfriend (Nicole) and I are going to an Andy Warhol exihibit in Toronto this weekend which I'm looking forward to. The family is doing great and I'm growing facial hair. I've been rockin the Van Dyck (goatee with a mustache, but seperate from each other) mixed with a flavor savor for about 2 or 3 weeks now. The mustache portion was bugging me a little bit because it kept going in my mouth and my girlfirend didn't like the prickles, so I shaved that part off. I'm still sporting the goatee and soul patch (i just dont' know the proper name for that)! And yes it looks good, suprisingly. I think it really compliments my cocaine-esque style body. My dreams of being a rock star only stay alive in my appearence...so sad!

Anyways... I'll wrap this up now, before you guys begin to dread my posts in the future.

Hope all is well and peace out!

Ax-face-killa


PS - It's called a Van Dyck after the painter Anthony Van Dyck (see what an art crazed girlfriend does to you!)