Hi folks,

    Hope the rest of your evening went better than mine. So after I went to the APEX awards gala and afterparty (It was pleasant... I met no super-hot girls and spent most of my time there walking around looking for friends but it was nice catching up with people I haven't seen in a decade). I went home early at like 2:00am, and ended up spending the rest of the night helping some 90 yr old man who was wandering my apt complex...(bottomless with only a t-shirt and walker)... figure out where he lived. And here I was thinking I'd be bringing a hot-ass asian chick home. Be careful what you wish for....you know? well, he was definitely bare-assed. 

  Anyway, I need to finish my proposal for my sequential art (comic book) class tommorrow. So i'm off!

 I. Return of the Actionfong!

     I know it's been a while....but I'm back, due to the popular demand of my huge fanbase! (okay..so it's just Mitzi at the Southwestern Externship office. But thanks for the validation Mitzi...I thought only 2 people read this, including myself and my brother, who actually only visits to reply to comments I leave on his blog) Anyway, back to embarassing myself!

II. Music is my hot sex or Waldo.

      A while back I gave myself a "Life Report Card" to get myself going again. Part of my self-grading process was to get more active. So I've started taking a playwriting workshop with East West Players (I know it sounds like a "azn" hip hop group but it's actually a prestigious theatre organization, and one of the basic writing techniques is to listen to music.

     For you philisophy buffs out there, Socrates once held a debate over the power of art, and how art, dance and music should be regulated carefully so as not to improperly influence the masses. This has always been a central tenet of my desire to go into entertainment, but I've actually never consciously tried to emotionally stimulate myself with outside influence as a creative tool. (Despite my appearance, I'm not into drugs.)

      Anyway, I've decided to join the playwriting workshop to hone my skills as a writer. As you may all know by now, Killigraphy, my student short horror film, lacked in, what should I call it......depth and quality. Yeah I had great help, terrific actors and crew....but I wrote a poor story and because of that it's been rejected by literally every single film festival I've submitted to. (Including the B-Movie Horror festival). Yeah, that's a problem. BUT, with every problem there is a solution.

     My solution: Learn too write good!

     In addition to the current play that I'm writing, I also decided to take a Santa Monica College comic art class as well as a UCLA Extension sequential art writing class (Basically writing comic books). So hopefully by the end of this year I'll write gooder than I did befour. Sorry that's obnoxious, I'll stop.

     Anyway, back to music 101. Music is terrific in how lyrics can tell a story but then the tone and sound can interpret the story to mean something else entirely. Like someone could be saying they are totally feeling one way on the surface, but the sound of the song tells the reality. Sorry folks if this is a simpleton realization of a obvious concept, but you know when you discover something that you never knew, or knew all along, but couldn't pinpoint it unitl now? Like finally finding Waldo? There, that's my Waldo.

III. Man-tech -

Theme music listened to while writing this: ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TF297rN_8OY )

      Waterless urinals. Ladies, you will never know the quantum-leap that Men's bathroom technology has taken. We now have urinals that don't use water! On the other hand, why are they only just now coming out with these things?!!  I mean come on, since the invention of the toilet, no one thought "Hey, hey, ...you know, I don't really need to flush, I can just ...concentrate." (I'm Channeling Peter Griffin again).

(Use the force.)

IV. I'll be fine, I'm just worried about her.

       Well, dirty laundry time. It's now official. For those of you who know  about what has been going on... Ellen and I met last night to finalize our break up.  Take it away, Waldo. (Theme song listened to while writing : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WRCRfs4Pac )

      We hadn't even seen each other for about a month and a half. We voiced our concerns. The basic reason was this: we got fed up. I  told her I was fed up with her leaving me to travel all the time, but at the same time I also was fed up with her "commandingness" when we were together! (I know, I'm not very consistent) And she replied that she was fed up with my immaturity. Then I concluded that I'd never grow up, and she said she won't stay in once place. And that was that. So commonly typical, yet so personal.

       So now she'll go on her two year rotation to NY while I stay in LA. We went through the pleasantries and left it with a long kiss and a wave goodbye. It was a surprisingly logical and mechanically clean break up. (Ellen has always been extremely efficient). I would have thought that after seven years together we'd be more emotional or try to hold on to each other more. But I'll be okay. I'm dandy already. I'm a hotshot entertainment lawyer with throngs of beautiful females to choose from in Los Angeles. I'll be fine, I'm just worried about her.

    I. YOUNG PEOPLE WHO SUCK!

  Wow....like a month ago I was totally depressed after my firm dissolved. I would read "CNN YOUNG PEOPLE WHO ROCK!" about people under 30 who had already accomplished amazing stuff like feeding children, or starting a rap business with Kanye West, or winning some big medal for some crap. Great stuff for people so young. And me? What have I accomplished? .......I've accomplished this: jack shit.

 I figured that.. I went to law school for 3 years, lost most of my friends, (not to mention self-respect), and toiled at a small firm as a "street lawyer" in K town, worked my ass off. And now? I was a little older, flabbier, and depressed. I felt that if there was a opposite-list of

   "Young People Who Suck", then I would definitely be up there.  I'd be at the top, with a feature story by that hot chick and a picture profile of my non-deeds on a hyperlink tracking my boring life in a timeline.

    - CHRIS FONG, you've accomplished jack squat. You're a young person who SUCKS!

 (Illustrated below, one of Chris Fong's many accomplishments)   

Maybe I'll start a group and call it "Chris Fong's Club" and we will go around telling people under 30 how much they've accomplished and not to feel like losers, to make pre-30 year olds feel better about themselves, after they've read about other people under 30 doing about 1 billion times better than them. (People over 30 would be exempt, because, let's face it, once you hit 30 it's just game over according to CNN). But save that thought for another day.

Anyway. Today, bragging like an asshole to a pal on AIM, I felt really good listing my recent accomplishments:

 

I. A serious talk.

   My mom sat me down today to have what she called a "serious" talk.  Basically...I'm eating too much sugar. What the heck? I felt like this was cancer or a drug addiction or something. But she was dead serious. Her reasoning was that my dad has diabetes and that I have an "unhealthy" prediliction for sugar. But I guess she's right. Sucking on those honey packets from KFC do seem a bit extreme, in hindsight. So from now on it's diet coke only, no more baking cakes and cookies, and no more whoppers or redvines. And no more chocolate. Well maybe I'll have just one more piece of chocolate cake to help me finish this Xanga post. Last one. I swear. Just enough to get me through it. brb.

II. Yay for Monday?

  I can't believe it, but I'm so excitied about going to work on Monday. This sensation has never happened to me before. ever. At the law firm, I simply dreaded going back to work the next week. I know most of you are probably the same. Sorry to rub it in folks. Oh well, give it another week or so and it'll pass right?

III. Man it's hot.

Man. It's hot today.

VI. Ghost Rider

So the Sony Plaza has props from the movie Ghost Rider on display. This made me decide to watch the film. Man. Now, every time we watch a cheesy movie, my family has to remind me of killigraphy. argh. next topic! 

V. Lording over my Marvel Comics investment.

In high school my folks got me and my brother E-trade accounts and some investment money. So of course, the sophisticated calculating genuises we are, we invested it into the then bankrupt Marvel comics because we liked comic books. After seeing Iron Man last month, Jon sent me an update of how our stock's doing. A gain of 1,221.27%!  lol.