Well, it's been a year since The Rest is Cream Cheese first blooped onto an already blog saturated Interweb. I never thought I would ever want to write in this public forum so full of useless info that I hardly ever read. I never thought I'd use the word "blog", unless it was to make fun of bloggers, of course. But, as some one who has shelves and shelves of poorly written and unfinished journals, Cream Cheese has been an incredible experience with a result that I could not have predicted. I'm not afraid of writing anymore. I'm not afraid of just sitting down and thinking something out, then editing and sometimes even re-editing. Before writing was a trick I'd play on myself. I never thought about my process and assumed that greatness would just magically flow from my brain to the keyboard. I honestly thought that good writing (and good art) only happens when you manage to tap into that illusive creative energy that just sort of "out there" somewhere, man. I know, very granola, but I never had it in me to face creating head on and I spent more time procrastinating than actually writing anything. To think, I graduated from not one, but two art schools.
So, do I think I'm writing great works of prose? Um, no. But, man, has it been fun and I hope it will continue this way. It has been my only successful "journal" to date and I'm not completely mortified at the the thought of other people reading it. I want to thank the friends, family and possibly even some people I don't know personally that have been following Cream Cheese for the past year. I hope that I manage to make it even better in the next. I've written about myself, sharks, politics, movies, women in comedy, books, art, baseball, TV, a dead cat and just had my first guest blogger who wrote about . And going forward I plan to visit familiar topics and maybe add a few new regular features. Oh and I'm trying to post two to three times a week.
And why "The Rest is Cream Cheese" as a title for this fair blog, you ask? Well, I've told some of you - it's a blatant Teen Wolf reference. It relates to a bit of wisdom the basketball coach (pictured above) imparts on his young players.
Coach Finstock: There are three rules that I live by: never get less than twelve hours sleep; never play cards with a guy who has the same first name as a city; and never get involved with a woman with a tattoo of a dagger on her body. Now you stick to that, and everything else is cream cheese.
One of the great things about 80's movies is how inappropriate they could be and no one seemed to care because it was the parents JOB to GUIDE their child through the viewing and answer any questions that came up. I saw during the time in America when Michael J. was "it". Funny, short, cute (especially to those of us who were under 5ft at the time) and committed to any and every role he took. Michael J. Fox brought an authenticity to these crazy 80's films that elevated Teen Wolf and Back to the Future into, well not classics, but solid studio pics that will be around for a long time. Teen Wolf truly deserves its own dedicated post. It's a surprisingly adult script for a PG movie.
See these selected lines for proof.
Scott: Styles, I got something to tell you. It's kind of hard, but...
Stiles: Look, don't tell me you're a fag because if you tell me you're a fag, I don't think I can handle it.
Scott: I'm not a fag. I'm... a werewolf.
(OK, a bigoted adult script, but still surprising.)
So, keep reading and I'll keep writing. And please, oh, please - tell your friends about this blog. Fair readers can now get posts emailed to them or subscribe to the feed supplier of their choice (see sidebar). And of course, thank you to John Photos author of Life, The Universe and Everything, the blog that inspired me to get my head out of my ass and actually sit down and write something for a change.