Flims slate set

I'm really happy that our feature films slate (list) for 2010 is set.

I'm already working on the four scripts (one of which also needs an accompanying book and song) - writing and developing to write/direct.

Something I'm clear about however, is that as passionate as I am about my work, love comes first. And I guess along with that comes responsibility for the TLC of my homestead, friends and all my loving relationships.

I think this is the reason I am looking forward to seeing UP IN THE AIR with George Clooney - I think this is the lesson his character learns. Though his job sucks on the scale of humanity (firing people to cut the bottom line) and mine depends on the good will of everyone with whom I work. The last thing I want to do is fire someone.

For some reason today I thought of the late Bernie Mac.

At an Emmy Awards pre-show, along with other nominated actors, the interviewer asked all the handsome men their favorite "pick up" line. What they said to women to get them interested in going out with them.

The answers were many and vast. Talk about her eyes, notice her hair, ask about her favorite ... whatever, and so on.

When the question was posed to Bernie, who was well known for having a strong and long marriage, he responded, "My favorite pick up line when I was dating? Seriously?"

The interviewer quietly waited as Bernie looked at her thoughtfully and said, "Hello."

He added he did not believe in trying to deceive or impress anyone to win their affection. He preferred simple honesty.

I miss that guy.

Oscar's Farewell

Life Savers

by Colleen Patrick

He came into my life
All four pounds
Enduring so much strife
Damned puppy mill grounds

Nearly twelve years ago I was
I was low as low could be
Anti depressants and all because
A futile depression enveloped me

Don’t ask me why
When this little guy
Caught my eye
I couldn’t say good-bye

A soul encompassing my own
That wee sable pup
So angry, vicious and alone
Except with me - he completely warmed up

In the car – his very first drive
He couldn’t get close enough
He was so sweet, he seemed to thrive
Alas, with others he would only act tough

We arrived home
With nary a bone
But he didn’t moan
He got an ice cream cone

Eight months old
Living years of neglect
And misery untold
Memories he’d forever reflect

I took him to a vet
Who told me to forget
Him - "Get a healthy pet
He’s a wreck -" and yet

Despite his horrendous mind/body plight
So much that couldn’t ever be made right
The one thing I couldn’t fight
Between him and me? It was love at first sight

And so I struggled for two years
To train my little social misfit
Whose temper sent fears
Into grown men with grit

He became a perfect gentleman
Walking proudly around the lake
People even became fans
Stopping us for pictures to take

He was the IT factor
And a smile magnet
Not a single detractor
Where ever we went

All the games we played
And his farts – oy vey!
Wallpaper peeled
Noses needed a shield

When did he get old
I really don’t want to recall
He started falling in the cold
Then one day couldn’t walk at all

I don’t mind carrying him around
All five and a half pounds
This little furry mound
His shirt pulled down

Those eyes have somehow lost a light
Though he watches me every waking minute
Those big brown eyes once clear and bright
So loving, his heart has reached its limit

As he moves around, he limps and he trips
His little heart murmurs, his neck and hips
Rife with arthritis; his aging bladder drips
His seizures frequent, as he stands, he slips

I can’t let him live in pain or misery
Oblivious as he is - as long as he’s with me
I hold him closer now for it's the end I see
Instead of once I kiss him three

Sweet Pomeranian kisses
They number in the millions
His head against my cheek
There were not many misses

Ah the stories I could tell
Of the little wild man I tamed
And the reason that I named
Him Oscar

Being a director and screenwriter
I thought my future would be brighter
When asked if I have an Oscar thirst
I smile and say I already have my first

I shall weep inconsolably just for today
I can’t bear the thought of being without him
Or empty nights I can’t pet or play
With my smiling furry boy at my slightest whim

But this isn’t about me, it’s for him I pray
So his final days will be filled with joy
And laughter and cuddles – we’ll pah-tay
So he can leave this earth one happy little boy

I will only say au revoir, I cannot say adieu
I’ll snuggle him tight as he takes his last breath
The last words he’ll hear will be simply thank you
I'm right here, loving you at your time of death