11 December 2007 - Read this blog, prevent Max from becoming literate

Max Davison's self imposed intervention
Item One: I've been slacking on the blog.
Yes, I'm well aware of this one. Part of it is laziness. But if you know and love me, you'll have long accepted this part of my personality and this won't bother you.

Secondably, I've gotten back into the labor force with a week or so of PA work. I'm working on a Suzuki job where my bohemian, South African superior is cutting together a new spot made up of three other commercials. Addition by addition. Unfortunately, my coworkers and superiors are far too nice on this job, so I don't have any good Devil Wears Prada stories about overly-specific coffee orders or being forced to serve as pest control for the entire office (Because a good boss doesn't fire people. He hires people and inspires people).

Thirdly, I'm on the verge of having my post count surpassed by that person whose taste in music and movies is so close to mine that we no doubt have to enemies...that is if we were ever to talk, which oddly enough has never happened.
And we wouldn't want that, now would we?

Fourthly, thanks to the douchebags formerly known as the WGA, I have no more TV shows to watch/insult. Although I could probably write a master's thesis on why the finale of Heroes was the worst 43 minutes in the history of television, I think that my energy can be better spent in other areas...namely crossing the picket line.
That's right, desperate producers, I'm more than willing to scab. You need another 8 episodes of Lost? Ask anyone who has talked to me on a Saturday night: I have enough crazy theories to last five seasons. Maybe it was the Smoke Monster who really killed JFK? Just a thought. I can also write insane Tracy Morgan ramblings (which could also pass for Creed Thoughts, come to think of it).

So I'll try to update you on a daily basis about all of the ins and outs of the P.A. job (and not just the ones involving receptionists with low self esteem. ZING!), as well as my ongoing quest to singlehandedly end the WGA strike and make sure that we get Gossip Girl back on the air ASAP. I mean, where else is my right hand going to get any exercise? (DOUBLE ZING...and a complete joke if any attractive, single female types were wondering).
But seriously, people: if I don't get a new episode of House in the next two months, I might be forced to read a book. And in case you didn't read that correctly or are hearing impaired: READ A BOOK.
The horror...the horror...

Death to the infidels,
MGD

That's what she said of the day:
Re: A film negative
I really didn't think it would be that long. Should we cut it down by three inches?