Thursday, September 11, 2014
9/11 Thirteen Years Later - I'm Listening
The world changed 13 years ago today. A lot of innocents were lost in a moment. "Never forget" almost sounds insulting. How can anyone forget what happened that day? The days after? The months after? The years after?
For whatever reason, our timelines are peppered every single day with divisiveness, snark, anger, hatred. I would hope we can move back to face-to-face, one-on-one civil conversations over coffee, or juice, or Kombucha, or whatever your beverage of choice is and just talk to each other. And not just about the issues but the solutions. And, more importantly, each other.
We seem to spend so much time trying to be heard we forgot how to listen. I know I'm guilty of that and am trying to do better. I think that's the best way I can honor those who have fallen before me.
Saturday, June 07, 2014
Previously on Twitter - May 2014
I wanted to try something new. I love Twitter simply for the clearinghouse it offers my brain for jokes, especially the ones I'm not using in a script. But tweeting a joke is like pouring a Dixie cup of water into the Atlantic. They still make Dixie cups, right? I'm tossing 140 characters or less into a stream of millions of other tweets posting at the same time. So I decided to go fishing in my own Twitter stream (apologies), and paste some of those jokes here. With Twitter's embed feature, they look prettier than a copy/paste. And because they're embedded, I'll stick to a monthly post so it doesn't take too much time to load. Enjoy!
Jokes
Polishing my guitar. #NotAEuphemism
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 24, 2014
But what if my Dad isn't graduating? @Hallmark
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 21, 2014
No matter how angry I get, I'll never stoop to calling a woman the "C" word: Coulter.
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 13, 2014
"If you notice any of these symptoms, call your doctor..." I haven't had a "your doctor" since I was nine. And his name was "Mom".
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 12, 2014
Apple to purchase Beats by Dre for $3.2 billion. Could be like Dad trying to put on your skinny jeans. You said everyone cool wore these!
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 10, 2014
On the Serious Side
Reading #YesAllWomen tweets for 30 minutes. Taking it all in. Honest, courageous & necessary. And very sad. Raise all boys to be kind men.
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 25, 2014
Whether your celebrating, honoring or remembering, I wish you all a very Happy Mothers Day! OK, Mom! Jeez! "Whether YOU'RE celebrating" ;-)
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 11, 2014
Reason # 1397 quitting my whorporate job to write full time was the best decision I ever made. I now love Mondays! #AmWriting
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 19, 2014
Well this feels kind of awesome! I'm on IMDB: http://t.co/zBAubwtBzO #ScriptChat
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 9, 2014
Our comedy web series @ClickTheSeries debuted this week! New ep coming Wednesday. Check it out here: https://t.co/yxSOhjhjfP #ScriptChat
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 5, 2014
From @midnight's Hashtag Game
#UndateableBecause they're either your parents or your roommates, not both. @midnight
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 21, 2014
#UndateableBecause you say "supposably" @midnight
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 21, 2014
The Second to Last House on the Left @midnight #BadPrequels
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 7, 2014
Ferris Bueller's Early Dismissal @midnight #BadPrequels
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 7, 2014
Mr. Smith Pops By Arlington @midnight #BadPrequels
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) May 7, 2014
Game of Clones: The Pew-Pew Wedding #WorseStarWars @midnight
— Mike Morucci (@GCGeek) April 30, 2014
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Blogtrasound - Where's my prize?
Seriously.
These days it's nearly impossible to come up with something original that hasn't been written before.
I hear if you get a million views on YouTube you make mad cash. What do you get for empty Google searches?
Of course, now that I've written a blog about my crazy, meaningless, man-was-I-bored search, this moment in time is over. Blogtrasound will point to one page. This one.
The victory is empty, but it is mine. Almost sounds poetic.

