Cheers to you Friday and everyone knowingly participating. But, be apprised: I don't quite have the same sense of week as a result of several years working in restaurants. This isn't an obscure outlet to seem different -- off to the left if you will -- merely I've been divorced from the standard Monday-Friday go apeshit on the weekends sort of thing: which I dig, absolutely.
I'm sneezing, nose leaking, pumped full of antibiotics and West Coast dreaming. My coffee is at the point where the French Press Sludge coagulates with the far less viscous consumable coffee, and it's just OK.
I have to work on a Song-based Sketch for Second City today. For the most part, I've settled on a community meeting of concerned Chicagoans over exactly where the bailout money is headed? And one confused attendee things Bailout is a Christian Bale fan club: priceless I know. Lorne Michaels, if you're reading this, sign me up, I can be in NYC by Monday. Actually I have received an offer/opportunity to move to NYC come fall. And then the next I thing I tell people is, "But I don't think I can afford it," blah blah blah. However upon mentioning this to a lovely woman whose origins shall remain a mystery, she casually (and by casual I mean I thought it was kinda hot) countered with the pragmatic, yet starkly poetic notion of -- work harder, adapt to said challenges/requirements/price-tags and everything will come up Milhouse. Simple, yes, but I found over the course of the day the idea really dug its nails in my person, sort of subversive to the complacent/compartmentalized blinders-at-my-peripheries self, and it filled me with a sense of warmth.
Where has Apartment Hunting been you ask (or perhaps this was the last question you had)? Dead. Dormant. Second city sapping my poor Time Management and Focus, but that's not a bad thing as SC's been been a fanciful proponent of improving my writing in general. A quandary I found myself having, on my birthday spectacular last month, came via my pal -- and very talented writer -- Brendan Kelly: Bad Sandwich Chronicles
Brendan is also an aspiring screenwriter and has made some headway with representation and getting his work out there to some very pertinent people. Let's put it this way, if I was in his situation I'd be throwing Internet Balloon Drops for all you fuckers and IM'ing 7-11 Big Gulps of Champagne. Digressing! So Brendan asked me about Apartment Hunting, which is around 40-50 pages projected, and if it could be a feature-length work. I responded pointedly (I was pumped full of adderall and booze) sure! Why Not! And I went on to expound on said enthusiasm by confiding I have 2 other feature ideas I was dying to get to after Apartment Hunting, and this project was sort-of-not-really-but-yes relegated to getting my bearings in the medium. He countered (my word for the day I guess?) with a very good point: A majority of films, in terms of having a career in the field, are feature-based, this is the template necessary to play in the Big-Boy Sandbox. I want to swan dive in this Sandbox -- I really, really do. Brendan is (one reason you have to fucking love the guy) a modest cat, and suffixed his advice with something like Then again I don't really know what the fuck I'm talking about. But, he's right. And -- I can extend Apartment Hunting into a feature-length work. The crater-sized caveat I'm having is I JUST tailored this Baby to be 40-50 pages and it's been a cathartic experience for me. So the preface of going back to the development phase is a little daunting, because for as much as I like it -- and I do! like it -- I'm itching to write, well, not literally itching, that'd be gross. Feel free to chime in!
Enjoy your respective weekends: eat good food, make-out with someone (or several people), sit down and read a book, write your congressman, dress up like a zombie and EAT your congressman?
Xxoxox
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