Friday, July 14, 2006
I seem to have a moment of respite. During which I should tell you something of consequence. Oops, those things are all for the secret files. You can only download them at, eh, you can’t download them. They’re kinda not really the jenny thang of which you were thinking (or weren’t) anyway, so don’t stress.
I can tell you that I’m taking a screenwriting class and that I really like it, like really. I pay attention and take notes and everything. I actually look forward to being there and, gasp, learning. Wow, if this invention had been invented when I was actually going to college for credits and a degree and shit like that I coulda been the #1 stunner of the set, like, actually, being there and, uh, worthwhiling it? Not that I didn’t do that of the verb that I have just made up, but slacking and jackaloping were things that were sometimes involved in certain sectors of the endeavor.
So yeah, I’m writing, er, working on, er, outlining, er, fuck, I’m doing something with this screenplay idea I have. It’s totally under wraps. There’s like 8 levels of security that I have to go through even to look at the notes myself, let alone someone unauthorized. I don’t wanna pigeonhole it too much, but think Gone with the Wind meets Police Academy, and I’m gonna do for spuds mckenzie what pulp fiction did for John Travolta. Keep an eye out.
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