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.
LOST fans be warned, Ben Linus is screwing with American History!
Pictured above, left: Union Army General Joseph Hooker (approx. 50 years old); right: Ben Linus. I mean come on, you didn’t think he’d join the Confederacy, did you?
Hollywood’s a great place to live . . . if you’re a grapefruit.
Philip Glenister’s American accent == Rod Serling. Actually, it’s more like Tommy Lee Jones doing a Rod Serling impersonation.
Bye, Paul.
What good is color when those baby blues are gone for good?
January 26, 1925 - September 26, 2008
Employed!
Starting next week I’m back to the ‘functioning member of society’ standing. I regret that the whole “Summer vacation” opportunity fell apart and that those “how many hours can I stay awake” contests never end as well as I might imagine. On an Olympic Summer, it seems no less than the very minutes of a lifetime ticking by…
So I bought some new sneakers.