I now owe myself 46 lashes. It's very difficult to write without my chosen word (t-h-e). I want to write about "Slumdog Millionaire", best film this year, but it's difficult to do it without that word.

What a contrast between art and pornography. "Slumdog Millionaire" ALWAYS chokes me up and I have to turn my face away from my friends. Indian "Rocky".

Compare a piece of work with so much heart to Cannibal Corpse's "Entrails Ripped From a Virgin Cunt" or "Necropedophile".

But who is to say what is a good piece of work and what isn't? It all depends on my mood.

Speaking of that, most music nowadays sucks so severely that all I can do is get into 80s music I missed first time around, like Iron Maiden. I'm going to become a huge Iron Maiden fan.

When am I going to write something again, something really good, something I can get published? I think I'm going to work on my Eric Hartz series and read it for my writers group.