stream of consciousness Tuesday
April 17th, 2007 by screenwriterguy
I’m back from the Bahamas. I gotta say, L.A. actually feels a little chilly. Perspective is a funny thing. Typing reminds me that one of the fingers on my right hand hurts slightly. I bent it back catching myself on a table, when I lost my balance standing on a chair to watch a Caribbean rhythm band that surprised the wedding guests. My falling had nothing to do with the drink in my left hand, but my attempt not to spill said drink did make the fall worse. It was an awesome moment, my foot twisted in the seat back, behind me a ledge with an 8-foot drop. I actually remember thinking, during those several seconds of struggling for equilibrium, that I needed to do more things like this. They would, undoubtedly, make me a better writer. That means the whole weekend in the Bahamas a tax write-off, doesn’t it?
In the time I was gone, a whole lot of actors and other mediamakers have responded to the craigslist postings I renewed before I left. I need to sort through those. Cool that so many people are interested.
Note to actors… “Yours in Christ” is not a good way to sign your e-mail seeking an audition. Religion can be a good thing, but why alienate a good percentage of people you want to work with?
Best news of the last few days? Sam Raimi is considering picking up The Hobbit. In case you don’t know the story, Peter Jackson has had a pretty big falling out with the Newline people over Lord of the Rings profits, and they vowed they wouldn’t use him. With his experience with the Spider-Man trilogy, Raimi has to be the next-most-qualified to create an effects-laden epic. Sweeeeeeeet. My inner twelve-year-old geek is very pleased.
Oh, and Nicole Kidman got knighted. (Well, the Australian equivalent…) My inner twelve-year-old also loves redheads (as, it turns out, does my outer twenty-six-year-old) so I’m again very pleased.
Ed Norton as Bruce Banner? Weird. Sorta like Robert Downey Jr. playing Tony Stark. Cautiously optimistic about both.
I just lied about my age. I went back two paragraphs and changed my age to “twenty-six.” People want young, young comedy writers. I can be twenty-six. I totally remember twenty-six. I was good at it. Still am.
More coherent post next time. Promise.
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