Sunday, September 19
Moider today in the trailer park...
One of my neighbors went apeshit and plugged another one of my neighbors (a family member). About 1,000 cops appeared within 15 minutes or so. Arrr... Can someone please teach cops how to park so I can still get out of my driveway?
Saturday, September 11
as seen at www.catch.com...
Not being a news junkie (or even a part time news follower, really) the first I heard of the attack was when I got into work that morning. A co-worker who basically cannot speak without trying to make a bad pun made some "joke" about the "crashes on Wall Street". I just couldn't understand wtf he was talking about until I got to my desk and was able to see the coverage.
Our CEO had already sent out a message that, basically, this was not a day to be at work --- so after calling the few people I knew in NY to make sure they were OK I started calling employees and letting them know that coming in to the office was optional, and offering whatever assistance they might need.
My first trip outside the UK was to New York, I met my first wife and we got married there. It's one of the most wonderful cities I've ever seen (yeah, yeah - I've not seen many, shut up). The attacks were shocking, awful, repellent.
That said, I grew up in a country where "terrorist" attacks were common if not quite everyday (hell, I almost had a small role in a movie about the infamous horse guard bombing) - so I don't think I was quite as "How could this ever happen here?" as most folks were. I was somewhat stunned by the immediate need to "strike back" at someone - anyone - as some form of cathartic process.
Watching later the "shock and awe" of Iraq I felt ashamed - a bully who couldn't stand up to his real enemy was instead turning his ire on a defenseless, mostly innocent population.
I didn't lose anyone I knew in the twin towers attack, I didn't lose anyone I knew in Iraq, I didn't know any of the troops we've lost there. I miss them all like a lead weight in my soul.
Our CEO had already sent out a message that, basically, this was not a day to be at work --- so after calling the few people I knew in NY to make sure they were OK I started calling employees and letting them know that coming in to the office was optional, and offering whatever assistance they might need.
My first trip outside the UK was to New York, I met my first wife and we got married there. It's one of the most wonderful cities I've ever seen (yeah, yeah - I've not seen many, shut up). The attacks were shocking, awful, repellent.
That said, I grew up in a country where "terrorist" attacks were common if not quite everyday (hell, I almost had a small role in a movie about the infamous horse guard bombing) - so I don't think I was quite as "How could this ever happen here?" as most folks were. I was somewhat stunned by the immediate need to "strike back" at someone - anyone - as some form of cathartic process.
Watching later the "shock and awe" of Iraq I felt ashamed - a bully who couldn't stand up to his real enemy was instead turning his ire on a defenseless, mostly innocent population.
I didn't lose anyone I knew in the twin towers attack, I didn't lose anyone I knew in Iraq, I didn't know any of the troops we've lost there. I miss them all like a lead weight in my soul.
Wednesday, September 8
Fuck you, Hollywood!
Jeff, the guy who "runs" the Open Mic show I frequent just got back from beautiful downtown Burbank - he'd been shopping our (my) idea for a TV show and returned empty handed.
The basic premise of the show was a writer struggling to come up with a viable idea for a story, which would then be told and break down into a state of collapse. This would allow great flexibility in storyline, cast, and whatever. Plus it could be kinda "Reality" - the "real" writer could be the writer of the show. We'd plotted out three episodes in detail, and had synopsis for another six.
What we got back was:
"Is it reality?" - no, idiot, we're pitching a scripted show. How dumb are you?
"It's too like Seinfeld." - two answers: 1/ it's totally not, 2/ you don't want another Seinfeld?
"Can you do a pilot on spec?" - ha ha ha ha ha!
"Before you pitch, can you sign this saying that if we rip off your idea you won't sue" - who is the fucking comedian here?
Anyway, the new plan: write a few synopsis and some sample character descriptions; maybe a few sketches. I'm thinking we should aim low. Do we still have public access TV?
Alt., when Joey bombs, as it will (you can smell it, can't you?) - I'll go write for them, and turn a turd into the best post-modern comedy ever!
The basic premise of the show was a writer struggling to come up with a viable idea for a story, which would then be told and break down into a state of collapse. This would allow great flexibility in storyline, cast, and whatever. Plus it could be kinda "Reality" - the "real" writer could be the writer of the show. We'd plotted out three episodes in detail, and had synopsis for another six.
What we got back was:
"Is it reality?" - no, idiot, we're pitching a scripted show. How dumb are you?
"It's too like Seinfeld." - two answers: 1/ it's totally not, 2/ you don't want another Seinfeld?
"Can you do a pilot on spec?" - ha ha ha ha ha!
"Before you pitch, can you sign this saying that if we rip off your idea you won't sue" - who is the fucking comedian here?
Anyway, the new plan: write a few synopsis and some sample character descriptions; maybe a few sketches. I'm thinking we should aim low. Do we still have public access TV?
Alt., when Joey bombs, as it will (you can smell it, can't you?) - I'll go write for them, and turn a turd into the best post-modern comedy ever!
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