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.