So it's near midnight on Monday and I spent 30 hours on set of Frank's film this weekend, shooting. I'm sunburnt and beat down tired. The cat is going nuts, driving me crazy, and I can't finish my tape of The Sopranos because I'm too beat and I just discovered that the fabulous entry I wrote at work never made it to my home email.

How does a massive international media conglomerate fail to get an email system that actually works? Fucking baffling.

I have lots to tell but no inkling to retell it all, so it'll have to wait.

I would say, "my bad", but, well... it's not.

Thanks for all your input on the film suggestions. You are sick sick people. That's why I love you.

The Corin "Corky" Nemec Happy Song Corner

 
 
Corky is wondering why Clooney didn't ask him to be part of "Failsafe" last night.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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