Not a lot to say today actually. Found out last night that the place where I had interviewed last week decided to "go in a different direction." Kinda had the feeling that was coming since the interview was pretty short and uneventful.
That, coupled with the other place where I was supposed to interview this week not making contact, and the serious lack of phone calls I've had on resumes in the past couple weeks... well, I'm feeling not so fresh.
Work gets worse and worse every day with only my lack of giving a damn keeping me from hating every second of it. People around me at work are miserable... working two jobs... trying to support kids... hoping for the slightest bit of a raise come August. It's just disheartening to see good people in so much of a bad situation... including myself.
Gotta find something... gotta find a way out.
Maybe it's the Great American Screenplay that'll make me self-employed and able to sit at home all day watching TV and giggling to the bank.
Must be something, right?
Song I'm Listening To Currently: Chapter 25c - The See Overheard - Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince on CD
Book I'm Reading Currently: "Eragon" by Christopher Paolini (p.400)
Movie I Last Saw In The Theater: Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire [IMAX]
2006-02-09
2006-02-08
This Means War [not safe for work!]
There's a bloody war of attrition going on in today's society.
It's not in Iraq or Afghanistan or Iran but those suck too.
This war is being fought on the streets of America. More specifically, in the board rooms and conference rooms of Hollywood.
It's a war against bad movies and TV shows being made.
For years, I've harped on how, in a world where great TV shows like Firefly and Arrested Development are dumped without a care... where movies like Serenity are ignored by the masses... in this world we live in where it's becoming not only acceptable but cherished to cater to the lowest common denominator...
In this world, when we're shoveled crap... we bathe in it like the finest of champagnes.
In a world where Air Bud not only gets made... but gets sequels approved.
In a world where The Pacifier starring Vin Diesel had to have been discussed in some conference room... and someone thought it sounded like a good idea.
In a world where yesterday morning when I awoke, I was greeted with the news that the Basic Instinct 2 trailer had hit the Internet. Now, if you haven't seen this trailer, you must go watch it immediately.
Imagine, if you will, rapidly aging Sharon Stone looking for one more big payday before her days as a "sex symbol" completely disappear. Ms. Stone has been begged for years by the studio to reprise her Basic Instinct character, thinking it was a surefire hit.
Having seen this trailer, I can safely say this movie is coming about ten years too late.
Imagine Ms. Stone discussing this script with her agent, a bottom-feeder also dying for one last payday... knowing his meal ticket's days are numbered... knowing that if she doesn't drag out her aging body now for this one, she'll never get another chance.
So... the call is made. Sharon, you really need to do this. This is money, baby... serious money. She expresses concern over the amount of nudity she's committing to. The blood-sucking agent tells her, "Well, they've already seen your tits once... they've even seen your hoo-hoo-dilly. If you're gonna do this, you need to _do_ this."
So, she agrees. She agrees to a film where the trailer alone sees her nude a half dozen times. She agrees to a film where in the trailer, she's getting it on with another woman _and_ having a threesome to boot. She agrees to a film that looks so much like the original, it even features the sexually overcharged detective who apparently is screwing someone else at the same time.
It features the end of a career which quite frankly, would have never existed if she wasn't the one willing to give us a upskirt shot of mammoth proportions.
But... if nothing else can be said... at least it doesn't feature a website with this game to promote it.
Stunning, eh?
In a world filled with creatively driven, energetic screenwriters who want nothing more than to inspire... educate... and bring forth another generation of screenwriters looking to do the same. In a world filled with people who'd do anything to break the glass ceiling and get their chance to write Batman Begins Again or Superman Returns Some More. In a world filled with people who just know they've got the next smash hit comedy... if their audience can turn away from Wife Swap to notice them.
In this world of Celebrity Fit Club... of generic Samuel Jackson movies easily mistaken for Shaft until the title comes up... of horrific horror movie remakes like When A Stranger Calls [don't check the children!]... of Freddie Prinze Junior sitcoms... of eight billion versions of CSI and Law & Order... with entire networks dedicated to golf... and yes, with Shelton Benjamin's mama having a heart attack while Randy Orton [on order from the boss] pisses on the memory of Eddie Guerrero...
In this world we live in... there still sits the thimble of taste in the cubicle next to me who can not resist telling us how great White Chicks was... how brilliant Commander In Chief is... how we should all race out to see Final Destination 3 [or whatever shitty horror flick is hitting screens this week]... how nothing is happening on Lost... how he doesn't "get" Arrested Development... The Office... Scrubs... how Survivor is "must see TV" still...
In this world, we are the minority. The taste of the masses deviates to the most inane crap that can be shoveled into the throat and swallowed without thinking.
It is a world where creativity is scorned... where brilliance is ignored... where a good idea is burned through and overused in a heartbeat.
Is is a world where on Friday night, one of the most brilliantly funny TV shows in the past decade or more will come to a crashing halt up against the Winter Olympics opening ceremony in an unhyped, barely mentioned whimper of an exit.
In the end, does anything more than that really need to be said?
Song I'm Listening To Currently: None
Book I'm Reading Currently: "Eragon" by Christopher Paolini (p.450)
Movie I Last Saw In The Theater: Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire [IMAX]
It's not in Iraq or Afghanistan or Iran but those suck too.
This war is being fought on the streets of America. More specifically, in the board rooms and conference rooms of Hollywood.
It's a war against bad movies and TV shows being made.
For years, I've harped on how, in a world where great TV shows like Firefly and Arrested Development are dumped without a care... where movies like Serenity are ignored by the masses... in this world we live in where it's becoming not only acceptable but cherished to cater to the lowest common denominator...
In this world, when we're shoveled crap... we bathe in it like the finest of champagnes.
In a world where Air Bud not only gets made... but gets sequels approved.
In a world where The Pacifier starring Vin Diesel had to have been discussed in some conference room... and someone thought it sounded like a good idea.
In a world where yesterday morning when I awoke, I was greeted with the news that the Basic Instinct 2 trailer had hit the Internet. Now, if you haven't seen this trailer, you must go watch it immediately.
Imagine, if you will, rapidly aging Sharon Stone looking for one more big payday before her days as a "sex symbol" completely disappear. Ms. Stone has been begged for years by the studio to reprise her Basic Instinct character, thinking it was a surefire hit.
Having seen this trailer, I can safely say this movie is coming about ten years too late.
Imagine Ms. Stone discussing this script with her agent, a bottom-feeder also dying for one last payday... knowing his meal ticket's days are numbered... knowing that if she doesn't drag out her aging body now for this one, she'll never get another chance.
So... the call is made. Sharon, you really need to do this. This is money, baby... serious money. She expresses concern over the amount of nudity she's committing to. The blood-sucking agent tells her, "Well, they've already seen your tits once... they've even seen your hoo-hoo-dilly. If you're gonna do this, you need to _do_ this."
So, she agrees. She agrees to a film where the trailer alone sees her nude a half dozen times. She agrees to a film where in the trailer, she's getting it on with another woman _and_ having a threesome to boot. She agrees to a film that looks so much like the original, it even features the sexually overcharged detective who apparently is screwing someone else at the same time.
It features the end of a career which quite frankly, would have never existed if she wasn't the one willing to give us a upskirt shot of mammoth proportions.
But... if nothing else can be said... at least it doesn't feature a website with this game to promote it.
Stunning, eh?
In a world filled with creatively driven, energetic screenwriters who want nothing more than to inspire... educate... and bring forth another generation of screenwriters looking to do the same. In a world filled with people who'd do anything to break the glass ceiling and get their chance to write Batman Begins Again or Superman Returns Some More. In a world filled with people who just know they've got the next smash hit comedy... if their audience can turn away from Wife Swap to notice them.
In this world of Celebrity Fit Club... of generic Samuel Jackson movies easily mistaken for Shaft until the title comes up... of horrific horror movie remakes like When A Stranger Calls [don't check the children!]... of Freddie Prinze Junior sitcoms... of eight billion versions of CSI and Law & Order... with entire networks dedicated to golf... and yes, with Shelton Benjamin's mama having a heart attack while Randy Orton [on order from the boss] pisses on the memory of Eddie Guerrero...
In this world we live in... there still sits the thimble of taste in the cubicle next to me who can not resist telling us how great White Chicks was... how brilliant Commander In Chief is... how we should all race out to see Final Destination 3 [or whatever shitty horror flick is hitting screens this week]... how nothing is happening on Lost... how he doesn't "get" Arrested Development... The Office... Scrubs... how Survivor is "must see TV" still...
In this world, we are the minority. The taste of the masses deviates to the most inane crap that can be shoveled into the throat and swallowed without thinking.
It is a world where creativity is scorned... where brilliance is ignored... where a good idea is burned through and overused in a heartbeat.
Is is a world where on Friday night, one of the most brilliantly funny TV shows in the past decade or more will come to a crashing halt up against the Winter Olympics opening ceremony in an unhyped, barely mentioned whimper of an exit.
In the end, does anything more than that really need to be said?
Song I'm Listening To Currently: None
Book I'm Reading Currently: "Eragon" by Christopher Paolini (p.450)
Movie I Last Saw In The Theater: Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire [IMAX]
2006-02-06
The "Big Game"
For those of you alarmed by my love of Harry Potter and Veronica Mars... for those frightened by my singing of showtunes... I'm about to drop another bombshell.
I'm really not that fond of football.
GASP*SHOCK*HORROR
Followed by cries of "queer", "fag", and "fudgepacker", I'm sure.
I just don't get it. On a day where the majority of men in the United States are falling all over themselves to see the culmination of the sissiest season in all of sports [16 games, bitch please] I'm struck with a killer case of apathy.
I watched the game... just like I do every year. And I just didn't care... just like every year.
I can follow football. From time to time, I can even slightly enjoy it [mostly college though]. But I just don't see the overwhelming mass appeal.
Theory #1 says it's because there's no team in Los Angeles... meaning I have no team to care if they win or lose. A valid theory for sure. But there's hockey teams in SoCal and I couldn't give two shits about them most of the time either.
Theory #2 says it's because I didn't grow up watching it. My grandpa taught me about baseball from the moment I was able to comprehend the slightest thing he was saying and as a result, that's my game. It's the game I played, it's the game I love... and no, you instant gratification mental midgets, it's not boring. My aunts got into basketball in the mid-80's and I've watched the Lakers ever since then as well. No one ever watched the Raiders or Rams in my house so maybe it's just not ingrained in me to give a damn about that pigskin.
Theory #3 might be... it's boring. It is! I swear to God that it is. For those who bitch and moan about how you can sit around and watch three hours of baseball with no "action"... have you seen some of these football snorefests? Good christ almighty. And when's the last time you saw a home run taken away because someone fifty feet away from the play got his shirt held? HUH?! Sure, you occasionally see a great run or an incredible pass or a sick sack... but most of the time it's guys running for three yards at a time or throwing the ball out of bounds intentionally or dropping the ball. It's just flat out dull most of the time.
But yet... these so-called men are enthralled by it.
Why? Someone _must_ explain it to me. Please.
Song I'm Listening To Currently: There And Back Again - The Legends
Book I'm Reading Currently: "Eragon" by Christopher Paolini (p.350)
Movie I Last Saw In The Theater: Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire [IMAX]
I'm really not that fond of football.
GASP*SHOCK*HORROR
Followed by cries of "queer", "fag", and "fudgepacker", I'm sure.
I just don't get it. On a day where the majority of men in the United States are falling all over themselves to see the culmination of the sissiest season in all of sports [16 games, bitch please] I'm struck with a killer case of apathy.
I watched the game... just like I do every year. And I just didn't care... just like every year.
I can follow football. From time to time, I can even slightly enjoy it [mostly college though]. But I just don't see the overwhelming mass appeal.
Theory #1 says it's because there's no team in Los Angeles... meaning I have no team to care if they win or lose. A valid theory for sure. But there's hockey teams in SoCal and I couldn't give two shits about them most of the time either.
Theory #2 says it's because I didn't grow up watching it. My grandpa taught me about baseball from the moment I was able to comprehend the slightest thing he was saying and as a result, that's my game. It's the game I played, it's the game I love... and no, you instant gratification mental midgets, it's not boring. My aunts got into basketball in the mid-80's and I've watched the Lakers ever since then as well. No one ever watched the Raiders or Rams in my house so maybe it's just not ingrained in me to give a damn about that pigskin.
Theory #3 might be... it's boring. It is! I swear to God that it is. For those who bitch and moan about how you can sit around and watch three hours of baseball with no "action"... have you seen some of these football snorefests? Good christ almighty. And when's the last time you saw a home run taken away because someone fifty feet away from the play got his shirt held? HUH?! Sure, you occasionally see a great run or an incredible pass or a sick sack... but most of the time it's guys running for three yards at a time or throwing the ball out of bounds intentionally or dropping the ball. It's just flat out dull most of the time.
But yet... these so-called men are enthralled by it.
Why? Someone _must_ explain it to me. Please.
Song I'm Listening To Currently: There And Back Again - The Legends
Book I'm Reading Currently: "Eragon" by Christopher Paolini (p.350)
Movie I Last Saw In The Theater: Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire [IMAX]
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