Some musings. FROM THE PAST!
January 23rd 2009 12:22
Before I start.
MY GOD IT'S HOT. MY SWEAT IS SWEATING.
I think we should go for a slightly more well written story this week. Or at least one that has some sort of structure....or legitimacy, even.
SO I'm sitting here in my underwear, hunched over my keyboard listening to the soft plinking sound of my sweat bucket filling up. I feel that i should write something. Preferably something life changing and world altering. But in lieu of that, ill settle with any sort of inspiration. I'm not really in a position to be picky.
So I'm sifting through my back catalogue, and I found something that I wrote in my little notebook while i was on the film set.
Now all I have to do is transcribe it. Keep in mind I was pretty sleep deprived and I'm refusing to edit any of it.
"It's a magical joyride of spandex and exploding face. Or at least that was how it seemed from the outside. Like most things once i approached, it turned out to be an unexpectedly hideous troll princess who sits at home all day getting fatter and watching seinfeld.
But it's still fun, I mean I could love this hideous afterbirth until the day it vomits sticky green bile at me and dies.
Reporting on the film industry from the frontlines of Toontabbie, where I sit, writing this, seems like reporting on World War 2 while watching Dad's Army. (Hey, this is all you're going to get until someone pays me to write from a penthouse in L.A)
But from my first impressions, I use this to mean all my film experiences until now, which isn't much, I like it! Heartily!
It gets my seal of approval. Though i'm incredibly tired and just want to sit peacefully and die somewhere where the sun isn't trying to rape my eye sockets, like its trying so hard to do here. And i think im sitting on an ant's nest.
HUGE bitey fuckers. One of them's wearing my shoes...."
That's all i wrote. Then there's a drawing of batman squashing an ant....
MY GOD IT'S HOT. MY SWEAT IS SWEATING.
I think we should go for a slightly more well written story this week. Or at least one that has some sort of structure....or legitimacy, even.
SO I'm sitting here in my underwear, hunched over my keyboard listening to the soft plinking sound of my sweat bucket filling up. I feel that i should write something. Preferably something life changing and world altering. But in lieu of that, ill settle with any sort of inspiration. I'm not really in a position to be picky.
So I'm sifting through my back catalogue, and I found something that I wrote in my little notebook while i was on the film set.
Now all I have to do is transcribe it. Keep in mind I was pretty sleep deprived and I'm refusing to edit any of it.
"It's a magical joyride of spandex and exploding face. Or at least that was how it seemed from the outside. Like most things once i approached, it turned out to be an unexpectedly hideous troll princess who sits at home all day getting fatter and watching seinfeld.
But it's still fun, I mean I could love this hideous afterbirth until the day it vomits sticky green bile at me and dies.
Reporting on the film industry from the frontlines of Toontabbie, where I sit, writing this, seems like reporting on World War 2 while watching Dad's Army. (Hey, this is all you're going to get until someone pays me to write from a penthouse in L.A)
But from my first impressions, I use this to mean all my film experiences until now, which isn't much, I like it! Heartily!
It gets my seal of approval. Though i'm incredibly tired and just want to sit peacefully and die somewhere where the sun isn't trying to rape my eye sockets, like its trying so hard to do here. And i think im sitting on an ant's nest.
HUGE bitey fuckers. One of them's wearing my shoes...."
That's all i wrote. Then there's a drawing of batman squashing an ant....
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