I love the psychology inherent in the show Mad Men. Every character on that show is interesting. Every, single one. And the most amoral characters are still entirely, and sometimes enjoyably, watchable. I love to disect them in my mind. It’s so well crafted.
This is my first, television debut. It’s called “Short/Epic” and it’s an interview-show, that focuses on Wisconsin filmmakers, and highlights a Wisconsin screenwriter. I produced, directed, and wrote it. It was done live to tape, so everything you see could only be done once, and all mistakes were final. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine, and I worked hard to make it. Enjoy.
I don’t know why I don’t feel like writing, especially since I adore it. I should just do it. I set a goal to finish my script (even a very rough draft) before school started again, and I clearly wasn’t committed enough to follow through.
I’ve been drinking this bottle of Amaretto I bought. I don’t like Amaretto anymore. It’s too sweet.
“Space Odyssey” is playing on my computer. I think it’s obvious God wants me to stop hemming and hawing, and just write the fucking script. My words, not His.
I’m curious to see if this code I found for indenting really works. I need more text, so that I can properly see how well I’m indenting. Five of these makes a full indentation.
I think I was doing pretty well for those few days when I actually could contribute to a blog on a daily basis. I got thrown off by a few busy days. Last Friday, I had had some freelance work at Frontier Airlines as a camera operator for an annual EMT/EMS conference, then had coffee with my friend and co-freelancer Jasmine, and then… I probably had plenty of time to blog between coffee and working on “Interchange” at 2:30.
I had the highest hopes for this blog. I suppose I could continue blogging, as I am sure I will.
Today was very solid. Today was just one of those days where I felt good. I have great friends. I consider myself a fortunate man.
God, I wish I were even the least bit musical. I hate getting that musical itch, but no know-how as to scratch it. I’m jealous that music can do such expressive things. In three minutes stirring a lifetime of emotions, it’s so unique to any other art form. And so organic. Movies and television can do that, but not as effectively without music.
