Plugging away at my script, heading to the midpoint. Into Act 2 right now, focusing on making sure I've got enough to get me to that point. And working on the final of my short film script. And preparing for a frightening Monday and Tuesday as I do my Basic Film final project since there were absolutely no cameras available except on the due date. Also, I think I only have two actors instead of three. Which means the script gets revised. Again. Hooray!
Plan that's not related at all to homework: try to work for Bonnie Hunt. Why not? She's funny, she knows people, she does it all. Got nothing to lose, so I'm going to send some info out her way. We'll see how it goes.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Is Anybody There?
Fuck wisdom teeth, man. Insight of the night. Fuck wisdom teeth.
I can't open my mouth all the way. It hurts to talk. Spots all over my face and head hurt, actually. And this was only one tooth. And it was a bitch. My top two were wonderful. Popped right out, no problem, some soft foods and I'm good. This one? Bottom left. Took my uncle a long time to wrench it out. The nasty fucker of a tooth had a beautiful hook on one root that practically touched the other root. Whoop dee doo. And what sucks the most is it actually hurts more to talk now than it did 12 hours after the tooth came out. All these sprained and swollen muscles...man. Did I mention I have one more tooth to go?
My mom is a wonderful person: she's bringing me more soft foods tomorrow, plus another awesome book by Keri Smith. I can't wait. Today, when I wasn't writhing or calling my uncle to say "Yeah, is this normal?" I started a new painting and made some wire sculpture. And I ate a lot of pudding. That's the best part of having teeth removed: all the chocolate pudding you can eat. I really hope I can talk again without monster pain soon, cause the improv team has a show at Temple on Friday, and I doubt I'll be talking much in practice tomorrow.
Listening to the soundtrack of "1776." John Adams played by William Daniels (Mr. Feeney!) is awesome. You sing those corny revolutionary songs, you Bostonian, you. I saw a clip from the play's Broadway revival in the late 90s, and it looked okay. But no one can play Adams like Daniels. He was perfect for the role. As was Ken Howard as Jefferson and Howard De Silva as Franklin. De Silva was apparently a total asshole, but he was great in the part, and I miss his voice on this Broadway recording. As if anyone cares.
Sometimes I feel like Adams:
"Nothing's ever solved in foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy Philadelphia!"
"A second flood, a simple famine, plagues of locusts everywhere, or a cataclysmic earthquake I'd accept with some despair! But no, you sent us Congress. Good God, sir, was that fair?"
"Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see?"
But goddamn is Richard Henry Lee one annoying motherfucker!
I can't open my mouth all the way. It hurts to talk. Spots all over my face and head hurt, actually. And this was only one tooth. And it was a bitch. My top two were wonderful. Popped right out, no problem, some soft foods and I'm good. This one? Bottom left. Took my uncle a long time to wrench it out. The nasty fucker of a tooth had a beautiful hook on one root that practically touched the other root. Whoop dee doo. And what sucks the most is it actually hurts more to talk now than it did 12 hours after the tooth came out. All these sprained and swollen muscles...man. Did I mention I have one more tooth to go?
My mom is a wonderful person: she's bringing me more soft foods tomorrow, plus another awesome book by Keri Smith. I can't wait. Today, when I wasn't writhing or calling my uncle to say "Yeah, is this normal?" I started a new painting and made some wire sculpture. And I ate a lot of pudding. That's the best part of having teeth removed: all the chocolate pudding you can eat. I really hope I can talk again without monster pain soon, cause the improv team has a show at Temple on Friday, and I doubt I'll be talking much in practice tomorrow.
Listening to the soundtrack of "1776." John Adams played by William Daniels (Mr. Feeney!) is awesome. You sing those corny revolutionary songs, you Bostonian, you. I saw a clip from the play's Broadway revival in the late 90s, and it looked okay. But no one can play Adams like Daniels. He was perfect for the role. As was Ken Howard as Jefferson and Howard De Silva as Franklin. De Silva was apparently a total asshole, but he was great in the part, and I miss his voice on this Broadway recording. As if anyone cares.
Sometimes I feel like Adams:
"Nothing's ever solved in foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy Philadelphia!"
"A second flood, a simple famine, plagues of locusts everywhere, or a cataclysmic earthquake I'd accept with some despair! But no, you sent us Congress. Good God, sir, was that fair?"
"Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see?"
But goddamn is Richard Henry Lee one annoying motherfucker!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Brand New Day
Everyone should check out Terry Border's blog/gallery. Awesome funny art. Really cool guy.
Apparently, some people will actually respond to their emails, something I find fascinating. After it seems that nobody checks their email -- or yours are the only ones that get lost in cyberspace -- somebody actually reads their email, and -- wait for it! wait for it! -- writes back!!!
I asked Terry about his work and sent him some of my own, basically asking "How do I do what you do?" and he sent a great reply about his work, a comment on my piece, and getting recognized, ending with "p.s. - One more thing - work your ass off." About an hour later, he wrote back again, saying "Just reread the reply I sent you. Seems a bit snarky. Feel free to ignore all of it except the post script." I assured him he was far from snarky, as I get plenty of that in the classroom (not that I'm complaining!).
So check his blog and the photos of his fun with inanimate objects. He has a book as well.
AND I'M WRITING, MATT. I thought I should stick that in there. I'm writing. When I'm not playing with the giant spool of aluminum wire. But I'm writing.
Apparently, some people will actually respond to their emails, something I find fascinating. After it seems that nobody checks their email -- or yours are the only ones that get lost in cyberspace -- somebody actually reads their email, and -- wait for it! wait for it! -- writes back!!!
I asked Terry about his work and sent him some of my own, basically asking "How do I do what you do?" and he sent a great reply about his work, a comment on my piece, and getting recognized, ending with "p.s. - One more thing - work your ass off." About an hour later, he wrote back again, saying "Just reread the reply I sent you. Seems a bit snarky. Feel free to ignore all of it except the post script." I assured him he was far from snarky, as I get plenty of that in the classroom (not that I'm complaining!).
So check his blog and the photos of his fun with inanimate objects. He has a book as well.
AND I'M WRITING, MATT. I thought I should stick that in there. I'm writing. When I'm not playing with the giant spool of aluminum wire. But I'm writing.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Words
What I'm working on:
1. Senior Project script, getting to the end of Act 1 by the end of next week.
2. Writing the Short Film script, draft 1 due next week
3. Short papers and reading for English
4. Scene for Acting II
5. Filming at some point here for Basic
6. And Degree Planning bullshit
It's Week 7. Wow. This went fast. Like...really fast. And I can only imagine it's going to go even faster.
I feel like doing something like my main character -- hopping a train to Miami or Savannah or wherever with only the clothes on my back and a wallet. But I like having a traveling buddy. Anyone want to join me?
1. Senior Project script, getting to the end of Act 1 by the end of next week.
2. Writing the Short Film script, draft 1 due next week
3. Short papers and reading for English
4. Scene for Acting II
5. Filming at some point here for Basic
6. And Degree Planning bullshit
It's Week 7. Wow. This went fast. Like...really fast. And I can only imagine it's going to go even faster.
I feel like doing something like my main character -- hopping a train to Miami or Savannah or wherever with only the clothes on my back and a wallet. But I like having a traveling buddy. Anyone want to join me?
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