No, It Just Ain't Happenin'

[handful_ofdust]

I'm trying to write, or at least think about writing, and the most I can do is make lists of things I should/might be doing, in what order. Fix up the pitch for Year Zero the TV series pilot (or stand-alone movie, or beginning of franchise) in time to--I kid you not--fly to Vancouver, pitch it and fly back, all on Tuesday the 20th (and teach the next day!); finish that fucking revised Canadian Film History book pitch and send it off,a lready; write a one-pager for an educational film about why your kids should never, ever go to a house party. And then the book, of course, or various short stories. Or the site. Or everything at once.

Mom's in Sudbury as of Friday, getting ready for a run of Romeo & Juliet--she's playing the Nurse. Cal is still toothy. Steve and I spent most of the weekend watching crap, including the surprisingly enjoyable XXX: State of the Union, which plays like the highest-budget Blaxploitation film ever made. I was equally amused by how Ice Cube ends up with the coolest potential girlfriend evar--she's Nona Gaye, smokin', runs a car dealership, makes her own insanely fast pimped-up rides--but still takes off to go do his lone wolf act at the end, while Samuel L. Jackson is having so much fun being B-A-D it should probably be illegal, breezing through the whole thing like there's this continuous internal monologue blaring behind every narrowed eye-flick. Like: Yeah, that's right...the car's purple, but I'm not Mr Glass, I'm Mr ASS. As in BAD-ass, or maybe baaaadaaaassssss. Now get the fuck outta my way, crackers.

And on that note...off to bed, to dream my pasty white dreams. Tomorrow: Prison Break.

Comments

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

an educational film about why your kids should never, ever go to a house party.
Er - is that a metaphor for a story you're writing, or literal. Because I keep picturing something like this.

Yeah, that's right...the car's purple, but I'm not Mr Glass, I'm Mr ASS. As in BAD-ass, or maybe baaaadaaaassssss. Now get the fuck outta my way, crackers

Sounds like a cross between Aaron's "I <3 evil" speech from Titus Andronicus and The Evil Mad Bomber What Bombs at Midnight's non-stop monologue from The Tick....

Re: House Party script

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Yeah, actually, it is a bit like that, believe it or not. Basically, the idea is to take a farrago of horrific stories told to me by a (Catholic!) school guidance counsellor and have them all converge on one specifiuc house/party: The guy who gets dosed and works at Canadian tire for the rest of his life, the girl who hangs herself in the bathroom, the kid shooting off a gun in the backyard, the girls competing for blowjob supremacy in the basement. Etc. It does sort of make me want to put Cal in a box and keep him there 'til he's 18, but hell, at least it's a paying job.

[agincourtgirl.livejournal.com]

I heard a radio ad for Prison Break which was all about how everything centers around one man's curiosity (hmmm....) about another guy's tattoos! Like he's obsessed! Don't know how actually homoerotic the show is, though.

Re: Relative Homoeroticism of Prison Break

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

I'd say...not more or less than might be expected, given its setting. In ep. 2, this extreeeemely Southern Aryan Brother named Teabag (I kid you not) tries to get Michael to "take his pocket", and ends up blaming him when his actual prag/b.f. is later killed in a race riot. But there's frankly more chemistry between Michael and Lincoln, who's his brother, which makes me think we're probably not going in that particular direction anytime soon.;)