November 3rd, 2009

screenwriter, Kightlinger, hate

The headaches are gone, or perhaps just not so bad anymore.

Maybe those nasal headaches that come with the flu just take some getting use to and they're really still there. I do feel a little better, though I'm expecting my lungs will fill with fluid and I'll begin suffering a nasty cough soon. What will I do if I'm uncontrollable this Friday when I plan to go see MEN WHO WATCH GOATS? I just fast forwarded my Tivo to last night's Conan O'Brian interview with Ewan McGregor.

We'll see. Maybe I can just stock up on cough drops. I never eat the junk food at theatres anymore anyway.

Today was my free day. I took my bike in for the installation of the black muffler heat covers. The engine sounds muffled a bit, and I was advised to get PART 29264-08 to alleviate the resistance the muffler attachment causes to the engine. I think that's what the mechanic said. That part isn't cheap and I'm thinking of waiting until my 1000 mile mark when I take the bike in for service… but I still haven't made up my mind.

I'm going to need a while to juggle my finances and see where I'm going to take the money from. As it is now, the GPS application I downloaded on my phone is worthless because I cannot hear the direction over the roar of the motor. I don't know how to turn up the volume. I've already tried and I'll have to call somebody at the cell phone company for guidance, and if no resolution is found, I will cancel that feature. It was good while it lasted. I didn't seem to have trouble hearing instructions on the rental. Maybe my engine is louder because the engine is bigger.

I wanted to buy goggles and I'm waiting for the peeps at H-D to call back, but maybe it was not meant to be. Although the clerk promised someone would give me a jingle before they closed, I've been keeping my ear to the ringer but it's already 5:30PM. They close at 7PM. Maybe there's still time, but I'm finickle that way and if I am lead to believe that something was not meant to be, no matter how small the reason, I'll change my mind. I still have a copy of the prescription to my lenses and I can shop elsewhere.

I was checking out the leather gloves at the Harley dealership in Santa Clarita and I looked up the ones that I purchased at Glendale Harley. I have the finglerless gloves and in between the fingers, where a duck's foot might have webbing, there is a stitched loop for ease in pulling off the gloves. Well, I didn't find that feature in any of the fingerless leather gloves at the Santa Clarita shop. That tells me that their items might be slightly less sophisticated.

Fuck, listen to me. I started out with the idea of ranting and I ended up gossiping. God, no wonder people think I have a feminine side.

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A description of my desktop

Because I find that I can make people laugh by just being myself, I need to describe my desktop for a scene I'm writing. While I want to use a sexy rebel type entertainment as the background wallpaper, I also want to display all the file clutter that I have on one of my user accounts. Please understand, it isn't a pleasant thing to be the "funny" guy this way because when I do tickle somebody this way, I'm usually making excuses for myself to justify what it is that seemed so funny. Of course, this stuff is small and minor so it usually doesn't effect the relationship, but I'll admit that my lifestyle would make most people reading this fall from their chair and die of a heart attach laughing.

For now, I'll describe my computer desktop, then maybe expand the frame to show the clutter on the desk itself; so, I have my work cut out for me. Don't ask why. I have gotten myself to a point in the screenplay where things have started to look interesting and serious. It is now that I need to insert some light hearted insight to my life that would hypnotize my audience to like and understand where the protagonist is coming from.

I made a previous entry, but don't think it got posted. Darn. In it I described the movie poster for the film THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO in which Lizbeth Salander mugs for the camera wearing a black hoodie and a spike collar. That's the wallpaper. Next, the clutter: Collapse )

That's funny right? I know it is, Schulz told me so. It's all in the deliverance and that's what I'm working on. Next… Oh yeh.

Dialog between editor and writer/not writer. It is a bizarre work relation to say the least and it should stay true to the conflict between bloggers and journalism. That's going to be a real bear because all I can think of is one person says, "Whatcha working on?" and the other person says, "I got a lead and I need to leave the office for a short while". But I think I have another way to convey this deliberate need to exit the office. You see, out of all the clutter, the protagonist finds his file and opens it. It contains a list of excuses that can be used to request a short absense (while this is still work related). The list should also be funny, because, guess what? I'm writing it

  1. Lizard needs to be fed
  2. pencil sharpener needs new blade
  3. etc.

OK, I have my work cut out for me. Now I have to think. Lemme pull out my axe. I think better when I'm not thinking about what I'm thinking of.