I was talking with my friend Peter today about how times have changed and how screwed up modern society has made us, and he tells me security has messed with us so much that sometimes you find yourself accidentally entering your password on the microwave.

And how distant we've become with each other, no personal contact, or connection and you actually will e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

We've become so disconnected with ourselves, but so absorbed in technology that we haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

We have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach a family of 3.

Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses. Or they are not part of you family and friends long distance plan.

You work so much that you make phone calls from home, you accidentally dial "9" to get an outside line.

Maybe you work from home so much that when you leave to meet a client for lunch you forget to get dressed.

Last night was an interesting one... I have found myself becoming very blase' about things. There was a guy that I see a lot. I ran into him in Studio City. He asks me about the movie I'm making. I tell him. He asks me if that's what I want to do with my life? I shrug, I dunno. He asks what kind of money would I need to make a movie that I'd like to make. I gave a rather large figure and he told me it wasn't out of the question for him to possibly put that kind of money into a project.

I thought I would get excited, but it washed over me as just pressure I didn't need right now.

He asks me how long it would take to get his money back and how much could he make?

It would be impossible to give him an answer without guessing or lying, so I told him he most likely would never get his money back and I couldn't tell him how much if anything would be his profit.

He just couldn't believe that I would give him that kind of answer. It was like, no one had ever been that honest with him.

Then he didn't believe me. He thought that I must be downplaying just how great the rewards would be getting involved with me making films.

No matter how much I tried telling him that failure and loss was most likely our destination... He wouldn't give up.

I told him Vegas had better odds.

He told me he is in Vegas every week, like I said the magic word.

It was so weird...

Like those guys that tell you to date the sexiest women, you must treat them like shit, cause they'll keep coming back for more.

This guy wouldn't take "No" for an answer.

I got home to 3 e-mails from him.

Maybe he'll send me flowers tomorrow...