Well, I had to change my template to a standard blogger template in order to get my archives back. Gone are the days when you thought of me as a contemplative soul hiding in a sea of pink.

I've been boycotting watching the NBA playoffs ever since the bullshit suspensions of Amare Stoudamire and Boris Diaw. As Diaw put it, he's been in the league for 4 years and has never even gotten a single technical foul. He left the bench to make sure that Nash was okay, not to fight. I think that there should be heavy fines for leaving the bench, but automatic suspensions are harsh, especially during the playoffs. I feel like there was a lot of bullshit this year in the playoffs that really turned me off from caring. At the very least, I'm proud of my Warriors. I still stand by my statement that Baron Davis must have a good woman in his life right now, because he's a new man.

The Boston International Film Fest went really well. They gave us a prime spot on a Friday night, and the response was great. We did a Q & A after the screening, and we talked about making the film, and what it means. Afterwards, someone told me that when I was talking about bad relationships where both parties will do anything to hurt each other, he realized that was his situation exactly. I told him sometimes we find ourselves in situations that call for us to prove that we can muster the courage to take care of ourselves and leave bad situations. It was a really cool conversation. I had a bunch of people ask me for my autograph, too, which was flattering, though I'm sorry to say that at this point, those autographs are really not worth much. We're the only film to have an encore screening, so that's a good sign. I hope we win an award.

Outside of the festival, Boston's a cool little town. I love towns where you can walk to most major landmarks. I spent a lot of time on foot just exploring the city. I had the best slice of pizza ever as well. I know I was 5 shots into a long night (1 shot of Bailey's, 1 pint of Guiness [they made us take them separately because we weren't allowed to drop the shot glass in], 3 shots of Patron), so that could have attributed to why the pizza was so good, but damn. That pizza was almost worth flying back there for.

If you ever get a chance to stay at a Westin, do it. Their beds and sheets are the most comfortable ever. I had a dream one night that I was sleeping inside a marshmallow.