San Souci Production blog #3



Day one - Sasha, Miles, Ray, yours truly.

Friends and explosives = <3



X said I should blog this, and since I don’t really blog anything anymore, I figured what the hey, I know he’s just gonna steal it for his in-game spray, which is of course why I made it. TF2 is the best darn multiplayer game of all time, in no small part to the great brains over at Valve. I have no idea how exactly you design the fun meta narrative that they have running through out the game, but the characters are distinct, slightly generic, but completely lovable. The voice acting is tops and the fan community base unrivaled. I love the hell out of this game.

Happy Halloween!



Never forget, when taking down Houdini, bring prizefighters, a platoon and high calibre weapons.

Too much and not enough.



Too much to listen to, watch, read, drink, snap, practice, backstory and write. Not enough time, sleep, insight, structure, space, truthiness, courtesy, etc. I persist. Sticking my neck out on a spec thing before September’s up. Trying to get another thing off the ground. Entered some sort of up-all-night writing comp because I thought it would be fun. Obviously dementia’s setting in early this year.

My ongoing Transliterate crisis



So. It’s been a while. I’ve been doing things. Things other than blogging, obviously, and on the whole, generally things other than writing. Maybe I’m getting less verbose, slipping into a coma of non-thinking activities, congealing my brain into mush. I mean, that’s what you do when you age, right? Lovely thought, that.

But then, I do a lot of Twitter and Facebook. Not that there’s much thought or interpretation in those bite-sized chunks of randomness that flow from some narcissistic impulse. The continuing evolution of communication conspires to rob me of all motivation. In the PRO column, they do curb my desire to blog about the various whacked television developments, and since I hardly add much that you can’t find in the 40 million other Interweb television discussions, I’m going with that as a good thing. … Though it needs to be said that LOST is still the bomb, and all you bitches better recognize that John Locke, the zen-master-ninja-pimp of all things, has returned and will be kicking so much ass. Also, I love that Ashes to Ashes is back! Okay, so not entirely curbed…

While it’s been quiet here the short film I was working on is generally done and I hope to have a cut to show off at some point. I hadn’t been planning on entering any of the writing comps this year, just because my brain-lock set in around Febuary and I’ve taken a break from the workshop scene– BUT I got a little nudge and ended up doing a quick re-draft for Nicholl and while waiting for the submission page to come up, I got impatient and entered PAGE, BlueCat and Austin as well. Need to figure out how to make my ADHD work for me more often! if only it’d do the dishes.

Speaking of the non-existing attention-span, I’m bored now and can’t be bothered to figure out how to end this post. Considered a positive outlook- need to work harder- kinda declaration, but meh. I want to write, so I’m gonna just continue trying to hold off the distractions.