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January 1st, 2007A short “film” I wrote back in mid-2005, shot at the end of 2005 and promptly forgot about, finally edited in mid-2006 and promptly forgot about again, is now available.
For what it’s worth, anyway.
I won’t go into the details of what it was shot on, or how it was shot, or what it was edited with, or any of that, because none of it is important.
As a bonus, after the break, you can see the original script. Again, for what it’s worth.
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Something Wasn’t Right
December 14th, 2006Dong. Dong. Donnnnng. Dong. Dong. Dong.
It was six o’clock, and something wasn’t right.
Today was a Wednesday, so far as could be recalled. Wednesday. The middle of the week. Closer to the end than the middle at this point, you could say, at this late hour.
And yet, something wasn’t right.
Usually, at this time on a Wednesday, the dining room would be a flurry of activity. Cling cling clang. Thud thump thump. Plates and glasses would fall onto the table. Knives and forks would liberate themselves, and prepare for battle. Bzzzzzz, bzzzzzz, bzzzzz! Once in a while, the smoke alarm would even go off. Delicious smells would waft room to room, or so one might expect.
Six o’ two. The ticking of the clock was a thunderous roar through the silence. By now, the main course would enter the room, triumphantly carried as if it were a masterpiece. Not that it was anything special. But they looked so forward to it.
Four minutes past. The smells rang like a dinner bell, summoning children from the farest reaches of the house. Rushing into the room, and eagerly circling the table — sometimes giggling, sometimes yelling, and sometimes fighting, but always brought together by their hunger. At least, on a normal day.
But not today. Today was different. Something was amiss. It was six minutes past, and something wasn’t right.
Last one to the table has to bring the ketchup, they’d always shout. Inevitably, the last one to the table would forget. They became the first one up from the table. One might imagine that someone would make it part of the routine to bring the ketchup with them. But, it already was. Going back for the ketchup wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It gave someone a chance to make an entrance. A grand entrance, or a sheepish one, or maybe even an unnoticed one, if the dinner conversation had already begun. But nevertheless. Many relished the opportunity.
There was no grand entrance for the ketchup today, though, and none for the bearer of the ketchup, either. It was ten minutes past, and the ketchup was already on the table. There it had sat since the day prior, next to some dishes, and some glasses. Food half-eaten, and water half-drank, and all left behind. Abandoned. Forgotten relics of a dinner past. Was someone coming back for them? That wasn’t known.
But something wasn’t right.
Donnnnnng. A single chime. Half past the hour. The end of dinner. But there was no dinner to end. Nobody left to clear the plates. Nobody to shuffle neatly into the living room, and nobody to shirk the dishwashing. Just an old clock remained behind. An old clock, and a bottle of ketchup.
Thursday was right around the corner.
Studio 60 Was Better When It First Came Out
October 18th, 2006
This sounds about right for snobby TV fans.
Studio 60
October 10th, 2006Last night, I was watching Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip (my new favorite show to watch,) and I thought, “Studio 60 looks a lot like the Palladium Theater down the street from my house.”
This morning on my way to work, I drove by the Palladium, like I do every day. Only this time I looked over at it, and realized it WAS Studio 60 — complete with logos and the big sign. It was all dressed up for filming. I am hoping it’s still all dressed up like that when I go by it tomorrow, cause I’m gonna bring a camera. Yay!
On torrenting
October 8th, 2006
Best BitTorrent client for the Mac. TOMATO TORRENT.
Go get it!
On gift cards
October 7th, 2006The McDonald’s Arch Card. The Subway Cash Card. The Wal-Mart “Reloadable Shopping Card.” What do these things have in common? They’re all a part of a fast-catching new trend among corporations — walled gardens of money.
It seems an impossible feat for a company. How can they get the consumer to spend their money, before they actually purchase anything? And beyond that, how can they guarantee a certain amount of money will be spent there?
It all started with the death of the gift certificate.
Does everybody remember when gift certificates were actual pieces of paper, with an amount scribbled on them, possibly signed by a manager where they were purchased? I do. I even remember receiving some, in fancy envelopes. They actually felt like gifts. Those days are long over. What killed them? “Gift cards.” Yes, gift cards. Small, thin pieces of plastic, whose anonymous value we’ve all over-estimated. Why the switch? Well, you have to ask yourself, “why does a corporation do anything?” The answer is cost savings. The gift certificate is dead. Long live the gift card.
Once the gift card was an established member of society, the next step was simple. Reload-able gift cards. Once you’ve discovered the convenience of swiping a card to pay for a purchase, why wouldn’t you want that fun to keep on going? When your gift card runs out of money, you can simply add more money to it, and keep using it. Essentially, you can give yourself a gift.
That’s great, Wal-Mart, and JCPenny, and Sears, and whoever else rode this initial wave. I’ve got another reloadable card I carry with me. It’s called a credit card. Or maybe you’ve heard of this one? A debit card. Or an ATM card. All of which provide far more fraud protection. How much fraud protection do you get with a “gift card”? To answer that question, just flip one over, and read the fine print. “TREAT THIS CARD LIKE CASH.” Well, then. Tell me. Why would I actually take money out of my credit card, and put it into my reloadable cash card, where it can promptly be stolen, with no legal recourse?
The answer for the corporation is very easy. For you and me, it’s a little trickier. There’s no reason for us to do it. That’s where the marketing comes in. Wal-Mart was the first to come up with an idea that actually had me stop and think: using the shopping card to budget yourself. At the beginning of the month, you put a few hundred bucks into your cash card. Then, as the month wears on, you use that, not your credit card, to buy your groceries. From Wal-Mart.
I have another system I use to do my budgeting, though. It’s called self control. And it lets me shop at a slightly larger variety of retailers.
There’s always a fringe case, and this issue is no exception. I do see the value of these cards if you have kids. You can put fifty bucks on a McDonald’s card, or, if you want them to live a more robust life, a Subway card. They can go hog wild eating out after school, without having to carry cash around that they could “misappropriate,” or be liberated of. But as far as the majority of Los Angelinos are concerned, I think we can manage to spend our money where we’d like to, without fear of accidentally spending it on something else. We’re not children. We might still get mugged, sure. But remember what happens if someone takes your McDonald’s card? Right. They go eat at McDonald’s with it. “TREAT THIS CARD LIKE CASH.”
While they may seem like a silly idea, reloadable cash cards are becoming more widespread every day, and in some cases, they’re becoming mandatory. I found myself baffled the other day at Lucy’s Laundromat on Sunset, when my roll of quarters and I realized that we had to load a cash card with a few bucks to operate any of the washers. When did that happen?
As much as I can, though, I’m going to be fighting against these souped-up gift cards. The last time I checked, I could get cash safely near a magnet. Gift cards, you’ve got a long way to go.
The First Screening
October 7th, 2006The cast and crew screening of Whip Cracker is Friday, October 20th. Glorious day! Word is that the movie came out very well, with some last minute crunch to get the sound finished on time.
Thank God, praise Allah, and heap glory upon whatever other gods had a hand in helping the post team meet their deadline on time.
Supposedly, the PR machine has been been started, and the gears are slowly turning. That can only mean one thing: a trailer is on the way.
A little Whip Cracker action
October 5th, 2006On some sort of trauma
October 4th, 2006I went down to the radio station, because I had a lot on my mind, and I figured I could find something to do here. The machine I needed to use here to do some work, broke. About ten minutes into using it, too. Good stuff.
Well, I can’t do any work, and of course, I can’t get any writing done. I feel like I’m definitely having a bad day. On goes the radio, to KROQ, for a little LoveLine action.
Wow.
I may be having a bad day, but these people are having bad everythings. “I got molested as a child, then raped as a teen, and now I get this tremendous pain any time I’m penetrated. Am I a lesbian?”
WHAT?!