Holy moley, it's a blog.

God, I think I just remembered why I could never keep a diary growing up. Nothing is ever interesting enough to write about, and then when something interesting actually happens, I'm too busy being interested in it to write about it. Flaky, Johnson, just flaky.

Anyway, bloggy blog blogging.

Filming has been... Interesting... ish.... lately. Well, when I say "interesting," I mean "oh my god, oh my god, I'm going to stab someone." But it just wouldn't be a movie if there weren't crazy complications.

In other, not-very-tenuously related news, Vincent (my directing buddy) has recently taken up still photography and has graciously asked me to be a part of his new artistic venture. The guy has talent oozing out of his ears. No, really, I've seen it. It's kinda gross.

Yesterday was our first photoshoot together and it went swimmingly, in spite of some wicked sunburn issues the awesome model, Renee, had going on.



I can't wait to get more shoots going. It's terribly satisfying to put in a day's work and know you got something cool out of it.

As for personal life stuff, I've been going to a lot of concerts, dealing with what can only be rather sarcastically called "my day job," and generally seeing Star Trek too many times for my own good. I'm also having a hard time with my eyes lately. Probably due to my prescription being three years old. Headaches abound.

Sometimes I wonder how anyone ever grows up at all.

I don't have a lot of time because I need to get up early for work tomorrow, but I felt the need to say this:

I spent the whole day reading Suzy, Led Zeppelin, and Me by Martin Millar.



I've been a fan of Millar for a while and am super jazzed that his books are being republished. Good Fairies of New York was fantastic and Sarah and I have bought Lonely Werewolf Girl for I think about five people now. That being said, my expectations for Suzy, Led Zeppelin, and Me were that it would be fun and lovely, like the rest of his work.

It surpassed all of my expectations. The book is weirdly moving and sort of perfect, if music meant a lot to you as a kid.

It's not a book about Led Zeppelin. I know it's in the title and they're all over the book, but it really could have been about any band. It's a book about being 14, being a geek, being patheticly in love, and turning to music because it's the one thing at that age that doesn't disappoint.

I won't go on and on. It's sweet, funny, honest, sad, and not at all angsty. It has dragons, Atlantis, a zeppelin filled with the ghosts of dead rock stars, and it means a whole lot to me. I don't know why Martin Millar isn't a rock star to everyone, but he is to me.

It's my new favorite book.

Buy it. It's worth it. And a far better use of time than those Twilight books I know everyone's so damn fond of.

Also... It's short, so why not! You can't argue with that.