"screenplays"? Cool.

Once upon a time there was an average, every day kind of loyal fan, Zio...er...Zell, of a well-known comedian. He was so admiring of this famous comedian, not in terms of idol-worship, but because he thought this comedian was funny, savvy, a man of God, and a creative thought-provoker. He saw this comic perform at a church and at two P-K events. He bought his DVDs and books. He was constantly amazed at what a "Renaissance Man" this comedian was, who even acted in an entertaining movie with REAL actors (Ha!). The cool thing was this fan started writing on this comedian's Blog and Boards and got a certain, ubiquitous (love that word!) recognition in that he would be occasionally P-M'd (personally messaged) by this famous comedian, to the envy of the other website posters. The famous joke jester even called him "cordial" in one of his posts after meeting the fan at a P-K event, where the celebrated, laughter-inducing entertainer was signing autographs and peddling his wares. Of course, this fan was a mere speck out of the thousands of admiring afficionados of this consummate comedian, whose fame was derived from myriad multi-media sources, news outlets, conventions, cable TV, radio, movies, and written publication interviews. Wow! To imagine this magnanimous mirth-maker would even deign his precious time (no doubt at the expense of family, friends, and colleagues) to "jot down a tittle" on his very own blog to throw his....no, THIS fan....a bone...a nanogram (not even an ounce) of flesh, to keep Zell coming back, hoping against all hope that he could some how touch the cyberspace robe of this illustrious icon of laughter so as to be healed of the woes of his daily monotonous existence, was just too...too...too...tooo...(terret!!!) incomprehensible!

Yet, imagine no more! Zell found his nanogram of flesh from a stream-of-conscious blog from the famous purveyor of humor which gladdened his aching heart and placed his mind and spirit in a tranquil state to the end of his days. The fan, Zell, was, indeed, content now and lived happily ever after. THE END!

Yeah... what a shame it would be for your agent, struggling to put food on the table, if you invested your free time in tangible ROI rather than stretching some ethereal tentacle into the land of blog-u-licious-cyber-crazies like Rosanne Barr (who recently blogged that she hates Obama because he's too conservative?!).

Your management and agents probably pay your lawn maintenance guy to blog for them. You should see what his rates are. :-) They probably paid him to push the blogging thing with you. He's crosshatching URLs in your lawn.

youuuuuuu are not funny.