I’m weak. I know this. But it’s still surprising how strong my urge to go clothes shopping was after watching 11 episodes of Gossip Girl.

Now, I hate shopping. I hate shopping as much as George W. Bush hates black people. I hate it. Yet, having discovered how woefully inadequate my wardrobe is after watching Brooklyn and the guys of the Upper East Side angst around NYC, I quickly developed the need to spend money I don’t have to spend.

Congrats CW on making my buy shit I don’t need. Now if you just allowed Target to dress those kids in Gossip Girl, maybe we could buy some of the clothes they wear, and you could actually make some cash for a little product integration. Cell phones aren’t enough to turn a profit, guys.

xoxo The Film Chair

After totally destroying (in a bad way) The Beatles and Elton John by way of Moulin Rouge at funky Chinese karaoke Saturday night, I thought I would look back on my biggest accomplishment of last week: day job bowling champion.

That’s right. All those years in youth bowling leagues finally paid off. I have not one, but two trophies adorning my cubicle. One is for highest individual score (215) and the other, for first place team. (Great work Ryan, Dan, and Jessy.)

I couldn’t have done it without my mom, who introduced me to the blue collar battle royale that is 10 pin bowling and paid for that new ball return after “the incident.” (Thank God juvi records are sealed when you turn 18.) I’d also like to thank Walter Sobchak for the enduring wisdom that guides me every time I lace up my fragrant, tri-colored alley shoes.

These trophies are for you, Mom and Walter

I posted an entry on a little site formerly known as TheFilmChair.com saying that blog entries would cease. And they did. And it was good.

What can I say, though? I gots to write. I just threw on this little Wordpress theme and decided to come out once again. Note to readers: I know that most of you are my friends and family. (And friends and family LOVE to click on the Google ads above to fund this little venture.) I’m over droning on about movies and how wonderful they are and how they change your life and how Norbit should have won an Oscar. This will now be a normal everyday journal of my thoughts and reactions to the world around me.

Of course, my media intoxicated mind will most likely force me to ramble about movies and TV and, possibly, books on tape (because reading is hard). Yet, I feel compelled to not want to hate movies as much as this site started to make me hate them. Introducing TFC Journal. Yes, that’s TFC, which most of you assume stands for TheFilmChair because I’m too lazy and/or cheap to buy a new domain name and move to a new hosting company.  TFC goes back to a childhood playground of mine known as The Fun Closet. (Thanks, Father Pete.)

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I’m a bit out of touch with the filmmaking community in my hometown of Erie, Pa. It’s amazing what moving just 100 miles will do. Anyway, time for a little catch up.

First up is John C. Lyons, who just completed his first feature film titled schism. You can catch up on the production with my In the Lyons Den series. Well, Mr. Lyons is now selling tickets to the Erie premiere of the film. schism will debut at Edinboro University April 17 & 18.

Also worth noting is the production Virgin Pockets by Paul Gorman and the gang at GMD films. They sent me a screener a few months back, which I’ve still yet to sit down with. The film got some good coverage in Billiards Digest (PDF) and thanks to the wonders of the Internet you can watch it through GMD’s VOD service. You can also go the old fashioned route and purchase the DVD.

Here’s the Virgin Pockets trailer, too.

Keep it up Erie!