Tits, Guns and Ess-plosions

The read thru with Gib went pretty well. I gave him a copy of the script for him to jot down notes in the margins. It will be his job to tell me what's fucked up and what needs to be fleshed out a bit more, but get ready to see Tits, Guns and Ess-plosions in theatres everywhere... and by theatres everywhere, I mean my living room.

It was refreshing to hear someone other than myself laughing at most of the right spots. A few new jokes even popped up quite unexpectedly as I was reading lines in certain ways and just improving a bit. The initial count of "fucks" in the script was 115. After tonight, there are now 121. I expect to add a few more just to make it funnier. That's right, swearing is funny.

I almost forgot to mention how mean the last scene is. Man, I feel bad for the person that I'm taking aim at with it. Well, now that I think about it, I don't feel bad at all. Fuck 'em. Of course, now that I think about it again, I do remember reading it to Gib and halfway thru it thinking to myself, "Christ, you are one mean bastard. Don't be such an asshole..." and then I remembered how hateful I am and I started getting an erection. Should hate give me a boner? Well, it does.

Speaking of funny (with my added note, it should be "boners"), Cheap Seats in on ESPN Classic right now. Why am I typing this lame thing?