March 6th, 2005

Short hair suspicion

Alien writers attack

Thanks to a little something I like to call doorgate, I didn't get any work done yesterday. In addition to my sleep being fucked up (I didn't sack out until 2:30) and the mental fatigue, there was a lot of physical pain. I hurt my wrists pretty badly gripping the doorknob and yanking, which is surprising considering how much experience I have with knob-yanking, and it makes typing for extended periods of time a somewhat iffy proposition. I also wrenched my back a bit, making sitting a bit uncomfortable. It's been frustrating, but I've been watching a lot of stuff that I've wanted to see and improved my analysis of structure and dialog some, which is a great thing.

As for my job, I went in to work on Friday and it was a productive day. I gave my boss some notes on his script and he seemed receptive, although I don't feel like he was actively courting the "notes" as we in the industry like to call it. Ooo deliciously pretentious of me. People have been sending me a bunch of articles about how tough it is to break into the business (Thanks a lot, fuckers) and if I can get my boss to appreciate my notes he might be able to give me a much stronger recommendation and might be willing to probe his contacts further. I think the best course of events is to stay on the job but press myself as a creative asset rather than just an office worker.

Meanwhile on the way back from work on Friday I met an incredible man who I really should have filmed so I could use him later as a basis for a fictional character. First he told my boss and I that we should sit (we were standing on the train chatting about a few things) and then after my boss got off and I did sit, he proceeded to inform me for 20 minutes that what the public wants are movies about aliens and that anyone who said different was an unrepentant liar. Typical exchange:

Him: Let's say you got home from a day at work and there was a show on Aliens on one channel and your favorite TV show on the other, which would you watch?

Me: My favorite show.

Him: That's not true. You'd watch the show about Aliens.

Me: I don't really enjoy that type of program.

Him: Come on, you know you want to see it. That's what people want to see. Aliens.
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