Boy, that sounds so sad.
So I'm sick as a dog, although I myself have never met any sick dogs. What is up with that phrase? Why not sick as a leper? But yeah, I'm oozing all kinds of thick yellow goodness and I've got this constant headache that only goes away when I play with myself. Ha ha. Cheap attempt at juvenile comedy there.
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I don't think any of my friends watch "Lost", but I do and I don't have much else to talk about, so here it is. My theory about Lost. I think this is the second last season - they met a while ago to plan out the rest of the show, and I believe that next year will be its last. Along with the lower than desired ratings, and the quickly evolving plotlines, I don't think they're going to try to stretch it out.
A popular theory about Lost is that it's redemption, and that it's hell. Recently, the past two episodes have given them outside insight that it is hell, and that everyone on that plane is dead. It's been thrown out there that it's a parallel timeline or universe, but I don't think that's plausible, only because it's never really been hinted before. At least not blantantly. My theory is that everyone is indeed alive, and are actually part of the Dharma Initiative. They signed on to resolve the big conflicts in their lives, and all voluntarily underwent something that puts them in a controlled mind state. I don't know, I'm taking "The Village" route, whereby a group of individuals have put themselves in a situation so that they could try to solve their issues. But I'm still curious as to how the series will wrap up. A lot of the characters are starting to resolve their haunted past, so that's why I'm thinking what I'm thinking.
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Although this isn't in the title, but I'm really looking forward to the rest of Studio 60 coming back and finishing up the rest of the first season. It'll only be four episodes, and the likelihood of a second season is very slim. But it'll be nice to have the closure. Too bad the series cost so much to produce. Otherwise it might have stood a chance.
Another show has caught my eye, and so far I've managed to miss most of it during broadcast. I've caught the rest either on iTunes or NBC.com, and that is "Raines". I've always like Jeff Goldblum - he is just a little off, a little ticky, a little weird, which makes him interesting to watch. But the show is great. I would suggest watching them in order - the last episode for the season was more procedural and less about Raines. But the first two so far has been surprisingly heart-wrenching - Usually on crime shows and police shows, it's all about how the cops and CSI solve the murders, and how smart and cool those cops are. The victims and their mourning families are usually cannon fodder - story devices that give our main characters something to do. Raines manages to incorporate the victims into the story, along with the people who are affected by the deaths, in a non-flashy, non-spiritual way. These aren't ghosts - they are pure figments of his imagination. The interesting thing about Raines is that he is quite damaged from the get-go, and he only seems to be getting slightly worse because people around him are questioning his constant conversations with himself.
I hope that it returns for the next season, because we need shows that are more like that. And something that I'm trying to explore. That after so many cop shows and lores about justice, we forget about the victims and focus entirely too much on the heroes.
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My weddings are in a bit of a slum. I'm waiting for a reply from one so I can finish up their wedding, and really mad at the next one I'm starting because it's got so many camera dropouts that I can't even import the friggin' footage onto the computer. Sigh.
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Thursday, May 3, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Random Weekend News
One can always tell when it's deadline time - I'm running around being more productive than humanly possible. I actually do my work when I'm supposed to and goofing off is kept to a minimum. Now if only I could do that all the time I should be successful and rich.
Next Wednesday is the deadline, and I've got two computers running to perform the necessary steps to get it done on time. Of course, the deadline is sorta flexible, kinda, but I'd just like to get that done and out of the way. I always get this sense of accomplish and happiness when I watch the final product, like, well, that was pretty good. And that's the truth. I am getting better, my techniques are more polished, and the end result looks pretty darn snazzy. Too bad I'd rather be doing something else.
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Tonight my little girl is not feeling well. It was right after dinnertime, after she's complained about her tummy, and then right before bed, she just wanted to cuddle. Usually she's running around during night being noisy and wacky and it tough to get her to stay in bed, but tonight she just laid in bed and wanted to go to sleep. We're worried about her - she's got a slight temperature, so we'll be keeping an eye on her to make sure that she's okay. Poor Zoe.
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So in between the editing, I decided to get a move on with the script, and started writing a treatment for the story in my head. Then I read another because my first treatment was too detailed, and I'd end up having a bit of a read if I kept that up. It's nice though, to have to think ahead and figure out the details of the story. Down to the third half, and still a bunch of plot holes I have to fill. But it's serious drama, none of my usual dick-in-eye jokes or attempts to be humorous. I don't know how it'll turn out, and I still don't know if I should write within a budget. Maybe having a fleet of spaceships in my script might be a terrible idea. But no, really. This script is pretty low concept. Deals with how a murder impacts some individuals and causes a chain reaction of sorts. The plot isn't necessarily fresh, but hopefully the execution will be passable.
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Well, got more work to do, starting with picking up me mum. Yes, I like to drop mad bombs once in a while, but that's just the alcohol speakin'.
God, I sound like Dansen.
Next Wednesday is the deadline, and I've got two computers running to perform the necessary steps to get it done on time. Of course, the deadline is sorta flexible, kinda, but I'd just like to get that done and out of the way. I always get this sense of accomplish and happiness when I watch the final product, like, well, that was pretty good. And that's the truth. I am getting better, my techniques are more polished, and the end result looks pretty darn snazzy. Too bad I'd rather be doing something else.
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Tonight my little girl is not feeling well. It was right after dinnertime, after she's complained about her tummy, and then right before bed, she just wanted to cuddle. Usually she's running around during night being noisy and wacky and it tough to get her to stay in bed, but tonight she just laid in bed and wanted to go to sleep. We're worried about her - she's got a slight temperature, so we'll be keeping an eye on her to make sure that she's okay. Poor Zoe.
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So in between the editing, I decided to get a move on with the script, and started writing a treatment for the story in my head. Then I read another because my first treatment was too detailed, and I'd end up having a bit of a read if I kept that up. It's nice though, to have to think ahead and figure out the details of the story. Down to the third half, and still a bunch of plot holes I have to fill. But it's serious drama, none of my usual dick-in-eye jokes or attempts to be humorous. I don't know how it'll turn out, and I still don't know if I should write within a budget. Maybe having a fleet of spaceships in my script might be a terrible idea. But no, really. This script is pretty low concept. Deals with how a murder impacts some individuals and causes a chain reaction of sorts. The plot isn't necessarily fresh, but hopefully the execution will be passable.
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Well, got more work to do, starting with picking up me mum. Yes, I like to drop mad bombs once in a while, but that's just the alcohol speakin'.
God, I sound like Dansen.
Friday, February 16, 2007
House of Pain
Jump up, jump up and get down.
Actually, the title doesn't so much refer to cool Irish rappers, but rather the state of our house. Everyone is stricken with something, with severity ranging from phantom owies to plague like conditions that used to thin out civilizations. We're just cool like that.
Alex and Zoe, thankfully, are fine. Alex has a slight case of the crazies, but usually we just call that mornings. Nothing out of the ordinary. Zoe has a slight case of the melancholies, she was climbing up a different ladder type thing at the playground and when she got on top, we applauded her and cheered her on. She looked at us deadpan for a few moments, and then just sighed and went on her way.
My mother's had headaches on and off, but her neck/shoulder has been bothering her the most. She wakes up from the pain, with pain, and she's going to go for physical therapy soon. I probably will have to drive her despite her insistence that I take the bus - I don't mind doing that and killing an hour on the laptop, although I think it bothers my mom because she has to be in her bra during therapy. I actively stare at my laptop the last time that happened. I got enough mental problems.
My wife's got us all beat because she came home from the doctors yesterday and had a doctor's diagnosis of having pneumonia - so she's got the next few days off. She's not exactly having a ball having time off though, she's coughing pretty heavily and at times I expect some internals to fly out of her mouth, the way she's coughing so hard. She coughs like some protagonist with consumption in a tragic love story. I feel bad for her, and I ask her if she's okay while turning on the closed captioning to the TV.
As for me, the same old thing. They took the dressing out of my lower right tooth (but not the salad, the bastards), and now the hole in my mouth feels lonely and quite painful. So Vicodin's in my system and ibuprofen as well, chased with some whiskey and a handful of some pink pills I found behind the couch. I think it's cold medicine or birth control pills. I'll let you know in 9 months. But anyway, I'm supposed to irrigate my holey tooth with a syringe to make sure it's cleaned out. It tickles, but not as much as the rash on my hoohah.
Actually, the title doesn't so much refer to cool Irish rappers, but rather the state of our house. Everyone is stricken with something, with severity ranging from phantom owies to plague like conditions that used to thin out civilizations. We're just cool like that.
Alex and Zoe, thankfully, are fine. Alex has a slight case of the crazies, but usually we just call that mornings. Nothing out of the ordinary. Zoe has a slight case of the melancholies, she was climbing up a different ladder type thing at the playground and when she got on top, we applauded her and cheered her on. She looked at us deadpan for a few moments, and then just sighed and went on her way.
My mother's had headaches on and off, but her neck/shoulder has been bothering her the most. She wakes up from the pain, with pain, and she's going to go for physical therapy soon. I probably will have to drive her despite her insistence that I take the bus - I don't mind doing that and killing an hour on the laptop, although I think it bothers my mom because she has to be in her bra during therapy. I actively stare at my laptop the last time that happened. I got enough mental problems.
My wife's got us all beat because she came home from the doctors yesterday and had a doctor's diagnosis of having pneumonia - so she's got the next few days off. She's not exactly having a ball having time off though, she's coughing pretty heavily and at times I expect some internals to fly out of her mouth, the way she's coughing so hard. She coughs like some protagonist with consumption in a tragic love story. I feel bad for her, and I ask her if she's okay while turning on the closed captioning to the TV.
As for me, the same old thing. They took the dressing out of my lower right tooth (but not the salad, the bastards), and now the hole in my mouth feels lonely and quite painful. So Vicodin's in my system and ibuprofen as well, chased with some whiskey and a handful of some pink pills I found behind the couch. I think it's cold medicine or birth control pills. I'll let you know in 9 months. But anyway, I'm supposed to irrigate my holey tooth with a syringe to make sure it's cleaned out. It tickles, but not as much as the rash on my hoohah.
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