"Television's perfect. You turn a few knobs, a few of those mechanical adjustments at which the higher apes are so proficient, and lean back and drain your mind of all thought. And there you are watching the bubbles in the primeval ooze. You don't have to concentrate. You don't have to react. You don't have to remember. You don't miss your brain because you don't need it. Your heart and liver and lungs continue to function normally. Apart from that, all is peace and quiet. You are in the man's nirvana. And if some poor nasty minded person comes along and says you look like a fly on a can of garbage, pay him no mind. He probably hasn't got the price of a television set." -Raymond Thornton Chandler, writer (1888-1959)
some sweet sexy jazz and the sounds of shots tossed back
Yesterday, the John Carpenter Script (now titled *Abnormality*) set out on its journey to California. Next stop, revising *Workshed* and submitting it for the Disney/ABC Fellowship program. Strong script, strong characters, strong story, those three things I need to refine... And it'll be a cinch (I hope). I REALLY want to win the fellowship! A year, working tight with ABC Disney as a screenwriter? Fingers crossed, fingers crossed, fingers crossed! Exciting (even though, then I'd have to move to LA next January -- oh, shucky dern)!
I'm almost through Calender Girl - February (aka: A String of Dead Men). Finally found the story thread that's dragging me gleefully on! I've already outlined Calender Girl - March (exceptionally tentative title: "You, Us, Me", my take on the serial killa thrilla). I haven't even flipped my calendar to April, May or June, yet! Sheesh! Time for a little Robert E. Howard style prolific writing!
Friday, I dropped a script in Joe's lap for "Yummy Folks" (formerly "Hungry Folks") our fifteen minute zombie epic. It's good, messy, zombie fun, with a little stab at Atkins' New(old) Diet Revolution. Joe's response, "I guess there's no way we can fit a helicopter in here?" Otherwise, he seemed to think it was pretty do-able. Tom liked the fact that I didn't give him a shitload of lines -- the large chunks of line-age all happen off camera. Hope to get principal photography going before the end of June... So interests don't dry up.
Well, today I wrote an abstract for a grant proposal. Summer project, get the rest of the grant proposal done (due date: October 1). It's a fun and funny grant which deals with: acupuncture. Thank fuck for the NIH (National Institutes of Health) Complimentary and Alternative Medicine department... Weird shit paid for by our tax dollars. Gotta love it. I'll write the fucker, we'll send it in with Pete as the Principal Investigator, and I'll write myself in as advisor, consultant, data reducer, and computer programmer. As well as paying for my Research Engineer salary. How does that Howie Mandel joke go? One voice, three fucking jobs; one voice, three fucking paychecks. :) Hee hee! Probably won't happen, but as Jack Burton always says, "Hey, you never know 'til you try."
Name this quote if you can (most people who are on my friend list probably know it):
There comes a day, thief, when the gold loses its luster. When the jewels cease to sparkle. When the throne room becomes a prison. And all that remains is a father's love for his daughter.
"Fish Heads", Bab-5 theme, Elliot Smith's "Between the Bars"