Book Whore
Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller
I actually loved this book. I wasn't sure I would between the coarse language and 'in your face' sexuality that is all through out this story. But as I made my way through the novel, I realized that the point of Henry Miller's work is to talk about, and to deconstruct, the ideas and mores of society through the idea of the urban warrior which is something he does amazing well.
His books are not depressing but instead poke and prod at various world views, caste systems, class and sex roles as well as race in a vulgar yet direct manner--Miller is content to destroy all the poetry and picture pretty turns of phrase to expose the point of human existence at it's core. While I don't need to read his other novels I can say that i understand his world view and why people like Anais Nin loved it so.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
You Know You’re Vain When You Screw Over the Government.
It was meant to be a joke.
The Dollhouse was on the verge of running late sending in its census form for the April deadline and it was decided through a series of emails, texts and Facebook posting that we needed to get the paperwork done ASAP
So Edie filled out the first part of the form and left iot on the dining room table for me and Lola to get around too. As a joke, I didn’t fill in my age or the full date of my birth—because we make jokes about it all the time in my world. And it wouldn’t be the only joke.
A few days later Edie sent me any email asking how I had forgotten to put down that I was her unmarried partner (because she thought it would be funny) and I joked back by asking if she had noticed the missing age information. She hadn’t but would be sure too look.
Of course now we were waiting on Lola to finish up the form. Even though we were confused if she was allowed to due to the fact she is here on a work visa and not a citizen. But we found the answer and she even commented about my lack of birth date on the form.
Joke had—each of us making our own little quips about age and relationship and even ethnic background (Shouldn’t Canada count) but none of us thought to mail out the form. Come Saturday morning Johnno reminds me that he has to mail out his census folder before he flies out for his grandfather’s funeral. This made me snap into action and without even thinking—
I mailed out the census with no age or birth year for me.
It is kind of funny
Though I am glad that neither girl did what they had joked to do-which was to fill in a year and an age on their own. I’d hate to see what number that would be.
It was meant to be a joke.
The Dollhouse was on the verge of running late sending in its census form for the April deadline and it was decided through a series of emails, texts and Facebook posting that we needed to get the paperwork done ASAP
So Edie filled out the first part of the form and left iot on the dining room table for me and Lola to get around too. As a joke, I didn’t fill in my age or the full date of my birth—because we make jokes about it all the time in my world. And it wouldn’t be the only joke.
A few days later Edie sent me any email asking how I had forgotten to put down that I was her unmarried partner (because she thought it would be funny) and I joked back by asking if she had noticed the missing age information. She hadn’t but would be sure too look.
Of course now we were waiting on Lola to finish up the form. Even though we were confused if she was allowed to due to the fact she is here on a work visa and not a citizen. But we found the answer and she even commented about my lack of birth date on the form.
Joke had—each of us making our own little quips about age and relationship and even ethnic background (Shouldn’t Canada count) but none of us thought to mail out the form. Come Saturday morning Johnno reminds me that he has to mail out his census folder before he flies out for his grandfather’s funeral. This made me snap into action and without even thinking—
I mailed out the census with no age or birth year for me.
It is kind of funny
Though I am glad that neither girl did what they had joked to do-which was to fill in a year and an age on their own. I’d hate to see what number that would be.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Fashion Obsession
I am obsessed with 70s mens fashion lately. Cords and patterned pants, cardigans and chunky sweaters, caps and scarves
I am not foolish enough to think I can pull off that hat... People would start calling me Rory Bear in honor of Huggy Bear.
But God man if a chunky sweater with the right weave doesn't just look so slick
Or how neat a cord jacket in a unique color can look on the right guy. It just makes everything like so cocktails by rooftop pool.
But just so you don't think this is Redford thing...
Here's Steve McQueen doing that shawl collared sweater look which is just so chic. I love how it is soft and simple at the same time.
And finally-just a well fitting cardigan can look so studly and worldly. I just love the idea of it... Though it would make me look a bit thick.
le sigh-70s fashion is so fun
I am obsessed with 70s mens fashion lately. Cords and patterned pants, cardigans and chunky sweaters, caps and scarves
I am not foolish enough to think I can pull off that hat... People would start calling me Rory Bear in honor of Huggy Bear.
But God man if a chunky sweater with the right weave doesn't just look so slick
Or how neat a cord jacket in a unique color can look on the right guy. It just makes everything like so cocktails by rooftop pool.
But just so you don't think this is Redford thing...
Here's Steve McQueen doing that shawl collared sweater look which is just so chic. I love how it is soft and simple at the same time.
And finally-just a well fitting cardigan can look so studly and worldly. I just love the idea of it... Though it would make me look a bit thick.
le sigh-70s fashion is so fun
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Week of the Weak
So this past week I fell apart. I did all the things I thought had given up or changed-all the behavior I finally let go off and learned to stop engaging was back in a major way. I learned.
A lot.
I wallowed in carb foods that I didn't even want, smoked a pack of cigarettes in the course of two days, let myself mope and stew and break apart at the seams over simple things. Have to say that I am severly disappointed in myself because I felt for the first time in my LIFE I had tehse things under control.
And not in that normal way
The way that we all get when we're trying so hard to become something else that all we do is stare at the cookie on our friend's plate when we're on the diet, the way we say we cn hang outside with the smoker's cause we only want to smell the nicotine, the way we say we're over slights before real and imagined because we are just going to ignore the issues at hand
Because none of these things work.
But what I was doing was the opposite-the cookie wasn't even on my radar when it came to food, i wasn't stomping around while I shook off my nic fit, I wasn't concerned what anyone else thought. I was growing and changing and making myself into something more and better. But I let other people and things derail me, I allowed my self worth to become about everyone else but me and in the end that lead to nothing more than another excuse to be bad to msyelf.
I'm done with that.
So I will spend tomorrow putting all the pieces back together. I will use my considerable strength, talent, wit and grit to pull myself back into shape. I'm amazing when I want to be so I just need to get back on track.
Awesome is a lot of work.
So this past week I fell apart. I did all the things I thought had given up or changed-all the behavior I finally let go off and learned to stop engaging was back in a major way. I learned.
A lot.
I wallowed in carb foods that I didn't even want, smoked a pack of cigarettes in the course of two days, let myself mope and stew and break apart at the seams over simple things. Have to say that I am severly disappointed in myself because I felt for the first time in my LIFE I had tehse things under control.
And not in that normal way
The way that we all get when we're trying so hard to become something else that all we do is stare at the cookie on our friend's plate when we're on the diet, the way we say we cn hang outside with the smoker's cause we only want to smell the nicotine, the way we say we're over slights before real and imagined because we are just going to ignore the issues at hand
Because none of these things work.
But what I was doing was the opposite-the cookie wasn't even on my radar when it came to food, i wasn't stomping around while I shook off my nic fit, I wasn't concerned what anyone else thought. I was growing and changing and making myself into something more and better. But I let other people and things derail me, I allowed my self worth to become about everyone else but me and in the end that lead to nothing more than another excuse to be bad to msyelf.
I'm done with that.
So I will spend tomorrow putting all the pieces back together. I will use my considerable strength, talent, wit and grit to pull myself back into shape. I'm amazing when I want to be so I just need to get back on track.
Awesome is a lot of work.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Writers Write
CBS’s drama The Unit, about the lives of the highly trained members of a top-secret military division, was canceled last year, but a memo to its writing staff from its executive producer David Mamet has just surfaced online. (The source appears to be the online writing collective Ink Canada.) If you think you know where this is heading, you might be wrong:
Besides the fact that it’s written in all-caps, there’s nothing particularly ranty, pejorative or potty-mouthed about it. Rather, Mamet lays down an extremely sensible case for what makes good television, imploring them to avoid expository writing for what he characterizes as authentic “drama.” Along the way, he refers repeatedly to the “blue-suited penguins” (probably the copious-note-givers at the network), while passing along some very useful advice (“any time two characters are talking about a third, the scene is a crock of shit”) and helpful writing exercises (“pretend the characters can’t speak and write a silent movie”). Screenwriters, take note: You may think you knew this already, but there’s nothing like Mamet for a good kick-in-the-ass reminder.
TO THE WRITERS OF THE UNIT
GREETINGS.
AS WE LEARN HOW TO WRITE THIS SHOW, A RECURRING PROBLEM BECOMES CLEAR.
THE PROBLEM IS THIS: TO DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN DRAMA AND NON-DRAMA. LET ME BREAK-IT-DOWN-NOW.
EVERYONE IN CREATION IS SCREAMING AT US TO MAKE THE SHOW CLEAR. WE ARE TASKED WITH, IT SEEMS, CRAMMING A SHITLOAD OF INFORMATION INTO A LITTLE BIT OF TIME.
OUR FRIENDS. THE PENGUINS, THINK THAT WE, THEREFORE, ARE EMPLOYED TO COMMUNICATE INFORMATION — AND, SO, AT TIMES, IT SEEMS TO US.
BUT NOTE:THE AUDIENCE WILL NOT TUNE IN TO WATCH INFORMATION. YOU WOULDN’T, I WOULDN’T. NO ONE WOULD OR WILL. THE AUDIENCE WILL ONLY TUNE IN AND STAY TUNED TO WATCH DRAMA.
QUESTION:WHAT IS DRAMA? DRAMA, AGAIN, IS THE QUEST OF THE HERO TO OVERCOME THOSE THINGS WHICH PREVENT HIM FROM ACHIEVING A SPECIFIC, ACUTE GOAL.
SO: WE, THE WRITERS, MUST ASK OURSELVES OF EVERY SCENE THESE THREE QUESTIONS.
1) WHO WANTS WHAT?
2) WHAT HAPPENS IF HE DOESN’T GET IT?
3) WHY NOW?
THE ANSWERS TO THESE QUESTIONS ARE LITMUS PAPER. APPLY THEM, AND THEIR ANSWER WILL TELL YOU IF THE SCENE IS DRAMATIC OR NOT.
IF THE SCENE IS NOT DRAMATICALLY WRITTEN, IT WILL NOT BE DRAMATICALLY ACTED.
THERE IS NO MAGIC FAIRY DUST WHICH WILL MAKE A BORING, USELESS, REDUNDANT, OR MERELY INFORMATIVE SCENE AFTER IT LEAVES YOUR TYPEWRITER. YOU THE WRITERS, ARE IN CHARGE OF MAKING SURE EVERY SCENE IS DRAMATIC.
THIS MEANS ALL THE “LITTLE” EXPOSITIONAL SCENES OF TWO PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT A THIRD. THIS BUSHWAH (AND WE ALL TEND TO WRITE IT ON THE FIRST DRAFT) IS LESS THAN USELESS, SHOULD IT FINALLY, GOD FORBID, GET FILMED.
IF THE SCENE BORES YOU WHEN YOU READ IT, REST ASSURED IT WILL BORE THE ACTORS, AND WILL, THEN, BORE THE AUDIENCE, AND WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE BACK IN THE BREADLINE.
SOMEONE HAS TO MAKE THE SCENE DRAMATIC. IT IS NOT THE ACTORS JOB (THE ACTORS JOB IS TO BE TRUTHFUL). IT IS NOT THE DIRECTORS JOB. HIS OR HER JOB IS TO FILM IT STRAIGHTFORWARDLY AND REMIND THE ACTORS TO TALK FAST. IT IS YOUR JOB.
EVERY SCENE MUST BE DRAMATIC. THAT MEANS: THE MAIN CHARACTER MUST HAVE A SIMPLE, STRAIGHTFORWARD, PRESSING NEED WHICH IMPELS HIM OR HER TO SHOW UP IN THE SCENE.
THIS NEED IS WHY THEY CAME. IT IS WHAT THE SCENE IS ABOUT. THEIR ATTEMPT TO GET THIS NEED MET WILL LEAD, AT THE END OF THE SCENE,TO FAILURE - THIS IS HOW THE SCENE IS OVER. IT, THIS FAILURE, WILL, THEN, OF NECESSITY, PROPEL US INTO THE NEXT SCENE.
ALL THESE ATTEMPTS, TAKEN TOGETHER, WILL, OVER THE COURSE OF THE EPISODE, CONSTITUTE THE PLOT.
ANY SCENE, THUS, WHICH DOES NOT BOTH ADVANCE THE PLOT, AND STANDALONE (THAT IS, DRAMATICALLY, BY ITSELF, ON ITS OWN MERITS) IS EITHER SUPERFLUOUS, OR INCORRECTLY WRITTEN.
YES BUT YES BUT YES BUT, YOU SAY: WHAT ABOUT THE NECESSITY OF WRITING IN ALL THAT “INFORMATION?”
AND I RESPOND “FIGURE IT OUT” ANY DICKHEAD WITH A BLUESUIT CAN BE (AND IS) TAUGHT TO SAY “MAKE IT CLEARER”, AND “I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM”.
WHEN YOU’VE MADE IT SO CLEAR THAT EVEN THIS BLUESUITED PENGUIN IS HAPPY, BOTH YOU AND HE OR SHE WILL BE OUT OF A JOB.
THE JOB OF THE DRAMATIST IS TO MAKE THE AUDIENCE WONDER WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. NOT TO EXPLAIN TO THEM WHAT JUST HAPPENED, OR TO*SUGGEST* TO THEM WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.
ANY DICKHEAD, AS ABOVE, CAN WRITE, “BUT, JIM, IF WE DON’T ASSASSINATE THE PRIME MINISTER IN THE NEXT SCENE, ALL EUROPE WILL BE ENGULFED IN FLAME”
WE ARE NOT GETTING PAID TO REALIZE THAT THE AUDIENCE NEEDS THIS INFORMATION TO UNDERSTAND THE NEXT SCENE, BUT TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO WRITE THE SCENE BEFORE US SUCH THAT THE AUDIENCE WILL BE INTERESTED IN WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.
YES BUT, YES BUT YES BUT YOU REITERATE.
AND I RESPOND FIGURE IT OUT.
HOW DOES ONE STRIKE THE BALANCE BETWEEN WITHHOLDING AND VOUCHSAFING INFORMATION? THAT IS THE ESSENTIAL TASK OF THE DRAMATIST. AND THE ABILITY TO DO THAT IS WHAT SEPARATES YOU FROM THE LESSER SPECIES IN THEIR BLUE SUITS.
FIGURE IT OUT.
START, EVERY TIME, WITH THIS INVIOLABLE RULE: THE SCENE MUST BE DRAMATIC. it must start because the hero HAS A PROBLEM, AND IT MUST CULMINATE WITH THE HERO FINDING HIM OR HERSELF EITHER THWARTED OR EDUCATED THAT ANOTHER WAY EXISTS.
LOOK AT YOUR LOG LINES. ANY LOGLINE READING “BOB AND SUE DISCUSS…” IS NOT DESCRIBING A DRAMATIC SCENE.
PLEASE NOTE THAT OUR OUTLINES ARE, GENERALLY, SPECTACULAR. THE DRAMA FLOWS OUT BETWEEN THE OUTLINE AND THE FIRST DRAFT.
THINK LIKE A FILMMAKER RATHER THAN A FUNCTIONARY, BECAUSE, IN TRUTH, YOU ARE MAKING THE FILM. WHAT YOU WRITE, THEY WILL SHOOT.
HERE ARE THE DANGER SIGNALS. ANY TIME TWO CHARACTERS ARE TALKING ABOUT A THIRD, THE SCENE IS A CROCK OF SHIT.
ANY TIME ANY CHARACTER IS SAYING TO ANOTHER “AS YOU KNOW”, THAT IS, TELLING ANOTHER CHARACTER WHAT YOU, THE WRITER, NEED THE AUDIENCE TO KNOW, THE SCENE IS A CROCK OF SHIT.
DO NOT WRITE A CROCK OF SHIT. WRITE A RIPPING THREE, FOUR, SEVEN MINUTE SCENE WHICH MOVES THE STORY ALONG, AND YOU CAN, VERY SOON, BUY A HOUSE IN BEL AIR AND HIRE SOMEONE TO LIVE THERE FOR YOU.
REMEMBER YOU ARE WRITING FOR A VISUAL MEDIUM. MOST TELEVISION WRITING, OURS INCLUDED, SOUNDS LIKE RADIO. THE CAMERA CAN DO THE EXPLAINING FOR YOU. LET IT. WHAT ARE THE CHARACTERS DOING -*LITERALLY*. WHAT ARE THEY HANDLING, WHAT ARE THEY READING. WHAT ARE THEY WATCHING ON TELEVISION, WHAT ARE THEY SEEING.
IF YOU PRETEND THE CHARACTERS CANT SPEAK, AND WRITE A SILENT MOVIE, YOU WILL BE WRITING GREAT DRAMA.
IF YOU DEPRIVE YOURSELF OF THE CRUTCH OF NARRATION, EXPOSITION,INDEED, OF SPEECH. YOU WILL BE FORGED TO WORK IN A NEW MEDIUM - TELLING THE STORY IN PICTURES (ALSO KNOWN AS SCREENWRITING)
THIS IS A NEW SKILL. NO ONE DOES IT NATURALLY. YOU CAN TRAIN YOURSELVES TO DO IT, BUT YOU NEED TO START.
I CLOSE WITH THE ONE THOUGHT: LOOK AT THE SCENE AND ASK YOURSELF “IS IT DRAMATIC? IS IT ESSENTIAL? DOES IT ADVANCE THE PLOT?
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY.
IF THE ANSWER IS “NO” WRITE IT AGAIN OR THROW IT OUT. IF YOU’VE GOT ANY QUESTIONS, CALL ME UP.
LOVE, DAVE MAMET
SANTA MONICA 19 OCTO 05
(IT IS NOT YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO KNOW THE ANSWERS, BUT IT IS YOUR, AND MY, RESPONSIBILITY TO KNOW AND TO ASK THE RIGHT Questions OVER AND OVER. UNTIL IT BECOMES SECOND NATURE. I BELIEVE THEY ARE LISTED ABOVE.)
CBS’s drama The Unit, about the lives of the highly trained members of a top-secret military division, was canceled last year, but a memo to its writing staff from its executive producer David Mamet has just surfaced online. (The source appears to be the online writing collective Ink Canada.) If you think you know where this is heading, you might be wrong:
Besides the fact that it’s written in all-caps, there’s nothing particularly ranty, pejorative or potty-mouthed about it. Rather, Mamet lays down an extremely sensible case for what makes good television, imploring them to avoid expository writing for what he characterizes as authentic “drama.” Along the way, he refers repeatedly to the “blue-suited penguins” (probably the copious-note-givers at the network), while passing along some very useful advice (“any time two characters are talking about a third, the scene is a crock of shit”) and helpful writing exercises (“pretend the characters can’t speak and write a silent movie”). Screenwriters, take note: You may think you knew this already, but there’s nothing like Mamet for a good kick-in-the-ass reminder.
TO THE WRITERS OF THE UNIT
GREETINGS.
AS WE LEARN HOW TO WRITE THIS SHOW, A RECURRING PROBLEM BECOMES CLEAR.
THE PROBLEM IS THIS: TO DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN DRAMA AND NON-DRAMA. LET ME BREAK-IT-DOWN-NOW.
EVERYONE IN CREATION IS SCREAMING AT US TO MAKE THE SHOW CLEAR. WE ARE TASKED WITH, IT SEEMS, CRAMMING A SHITLOAD OF INFORMATION INTO A LITTLE BIT OF TIME.
OUR FRIENDS. THE PENGUINS, THINK THAT WE, THEREFORE, ARE EMPLOYED TO COMMUNICATE INFORMATION — AND, SO, AT TIMES, IT SEEMS TO US.
BUT NOTE:THE AUDIENCE WILL NOT TUNE IN TO WATCH INFORMATION. YOU WOULDN’T, I WOULDN’T. NO ONE WOULD OR WILL. THE AUDIENCE WILL ONLY TUNE IN AND STAY TUNED TO WATCH DRAMA.
QUESTION:WHAT IS DRAMA? DRAMA, AGAIN, IS THE QUEST OF THE HERO TO OVERCOME THOSE THINGS WHICH PREVENT HIM FROM ACHIEVING A SPECIFIC, ACUTE GOAL.
SO: WE, THE WRITERS, MUST ASK OURSELVES OF EVERY SCENE THESE THREE QUESTIONS.
1) WHO WANTS WHAT?
2) WHAT HAPPENS IF HE DOESN’T GET IT?
3) WHY NOW?
THE ANSWERS TO THESE QUESTIONS ARE LITMUS PAPER. APPLY THEM, AND THEIR ANSWER WILL TELL YOU IF THE SCENE IS DRAMATIC OR NOT.
IF THE SCENE IS NOT DRAMATICALLY WRITTEN, IT WILL NOT BE DRAMATICALLY ACTED.
THERE IS NO MAGIC FAIRY DUST WHICH WILL MAKE A BORING, USELESS, REDUNDANT, OR MERELY INFORMATIVE SCENE AFTER IT LEAVES YOUR TYPEWRITER. YOU THE WRITERS, ARE IN CHARGE OF MAKING SURE EVERY SCENE IS DRAMATIC.
THIS MEANS ALL THE “LITTLE” EXPOSITIONAL SCENES OF TWO PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT A THIRD. THIS BUSHWAH (AND WE ALL TEND TO WRITE IT ON THE FIRST DRAFT) IS LESS THAN USELESS, SHOULD IT FINALLY, GOD FORBID, GET FILMED.
IF THE SCENE BORES YOU WHEN YOU READ IT, REST ASSURED IT WILL BORE THE ACTORS, AND WILL, THEN, BORE THE AUDIENCE, AND WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE BACK IN THE BREADLINE.
SOMEONE HAS TO MAKE THE SCENE DRAMATIC. IT IS NOT THE ACTORS JOB (THE ACTORS JOB IS TO BE TRUTHFUL). IT IS NOT THE DIRECTORS JOB. HIS OR HER JOB IS TO FILM IT STRAIGHTFORWARDLY AND REMIND THE ACTORS TO TALK FAST. IT IS YOUR JOB.
EVERY SCENE MUST BE DRAMATIC. THAT MEANS: THE MAIN CHARACTER MUST HAVE A SIMPLE, STRAIGHTFORWARD, PRESSING NEED WHICH IMPELS HIM OR HER TO SHOW UP IN THE SCENE.
THIS NEED IS WHY THEY CAME. IT IS WHAT THE SCENE IS ABOUT. THEIR ATTEMPT TO GET THIS NEED MET WILL LEAD, AT THE END OF THE SCENE,TO FAILURE - THIS IS HOW THE SCENE IS OVER. IT, THIS FAILURE, WILL, THEN, OF NECESSITY, PROPEL US INTO THE NEXT SCENE.
ALL THESE ATTEMPTS, TAKEN TOGETHER, WILL, OVER THE COURSE OF THE EPISODE, CONSTITUTE THE PLOT.
ANY SCENE, THUS, WHICH DOES NOT BOTH ADVANCE THE PLOT, AND STANDALONE (THAT IS, DRAMATICALLY, BY ITSELF, ON ITS OWN MERITS) IS EITHER SUPERFLUOUS, OR INCORRECTLY WRITTEN.
YES BUT YES BUT YES BUT, YOU SAY: WHAT ABOUT THE NECESSITY OF WRITING IN ALL THAT “INFORMATION?”
AND I RESPOND “FIGURE IT OUT” ANY DICKHEAD WITH A BLUESUIT CAN BE (AND IS) TAUGHT TO SAY “MAKE IT CLEARER”, AND “I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM”.
WHEN YOU’VE MADE IT SO CLEAR THAT EVEN THIS BLUESUITED PENGUIN IS HAPPY, BOTH YOU AND HE OR SHE WILL BE OUT OF A JOB.
THE JOB OF THE DRAMATIST IS TO MAKE THE AUDIENCE WONDER WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. NOT TO EXPLAIN TO THEM WHAT JUST HAPPENED, OR TO*SUGGEST* TO THEM WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.
ANY DICKHEAD, AS ABOVE, CAN WRITE, “BUT, JIM, IF WE DON’T ASSASSINATE THE PRIME MINISTER IN THE NEXT SCENE, ALL EUROPE WILL BE ENGULFED IN FLAME”
WE ARE NOT GETTING PAID TO REALIZE THAT THE AUDIENCE NEEDS THIS INFORMATION TO UNDERSTAND THE NEXT SCENE, BUT TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO WRITE THE SCENE BEFORE US SUCH THAT THE AUDIENCE WILL BE INTERESTED IN WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.
YES BUT, YES BUT YES BUT YOU REITERATE.
AND I RESPOND FIGURE IT OUT.
HOW DOES ONE STRIKE THE BALANCE BETWEEN WITHHOLDING AND VOUCHSAFING INFORMATION? THAT IS THE ESSENTIAL TASK OF THE DRAMATIST. AND THE ABILITY TO DO THAT IS WHAT SEPARATES YOU FROM THE LESSER SPECIES IN THEIR BLUE SUITS.
FIGURE IT OUT.
START, EVERY TIME, WITH THIS INVIOLABLE RULE: THE SCENE MUST BE DRAMATIC. it must start because the hero HAS A PROBLEM, AND IT MUST CULMINATE WITH THE HERO FINDING HIM OR HERSELF EITHER THWARTED OR EDUCATED THAT ANOTHER WAY EXISTS.
LOOK AT YOUR LOG LINES. ANY LOGLINE READING “BOB AND SUE DISCUSS…” IS NOT DESCRIBING A DRAMATIC SCENE.
PLEASE NOTE THAT OUR OUTLINES ARE, GENERALLY, SPECTACULAR. THE DRAMA FLOWS OUT BETWEEN THE OUTLINE AND THE FIRST DRAFT.
THINK LIKE A FILMMAKER RATHER THAN A FUNCTIONARY, BECAUSE, IN TRUTH, YOU ARE MAKING THE FILM. WHAT YOU WRITE, THEY WILL SHOOT.
HERE ARE THE DANGER SIGNALS. ANY TIME TWO CHARACTERS ARE TALKING ABOUT A THIRD, THE SCENE IS A CROCK OF SHIT.
ANY TIME ANY CHARACTER IS SAYING TO ANOTHER “AS YOU KNOW”, THAT IS, TELLING ANOTHER CHARACTER WHAT YOU, THE WRITER, NEED THE AUDIENCE TO KNOW, THE SCENE IS A CROCK OF SHIT.
DO NOT WRITE A CROCK OF SHIT. WRITE A RIPPING THREE, FOUR, SEVEN MINUTE SCENE WHICH MOVES THE STORY ALONG, AND YOU CAN, VERY SOON, BUY A HOUSE IN BEL AIR AND HIRE SOMEONE TO LIVE THERE FOR YOU.
REMEMBER YOU ARE WRITING FOR A VISUAL MEDIUM. MOST TELEVISION WRITING, OURS INCLUDED, SOUNDS LIKE RADIO. THE CAMERA CAN DO THE EXPLAINING FOR YOU. LET IT. WHAT ARE THE CHARACTERS DOING -*LITERALLY*. WHAT ARE THEY HANDLING, WHAT ARE THEY READING. WHAT ARE THEY WATCHING ON TELEVISION, WHAT ARE THEY SEEING.
IF YOU PRETEND THE CHARACTERS CANT SPEAK, AND WRITE A SILENT MOVIE, YOU WILL BE WRITING GREAT DRAMA.
IF YOU DEPRIVE YOURSELF OF THE CRUTCH OF NARRATION, EXPOSITION,INDEED, OF SPEECH. YOU WILL BE FORGED TO WORK IN A NEW MEDIUM - TELLING THE STORY IN PICTURES (ALSO KNOWN AS SCREENWRITING)
THIS IS A NEW SKILL. NO ONE DOES IT NATURALLY. YOU CAN TRAIN YOURSELVES TO DO IT, BUT YOU NEED TO START.
I CLOSE WITH THE ONE THOUGHT: LOOK AT THE SCENE AND ASK YOURSELF “IS IT DRAMATIC? IS IT ESSENTIAL? DOES IT ADVANCE THE PLOT?
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY.
IF THE ANSWER IS “NO” WRITE IT AGAIN OR THROW IT OUT. IF YOU’VE GOT ANY QUESTIONS, CALL ME UP.
LOVE, DAVE MAMET
SANTA MONICA 19 OCTO 05
(IT IS NOT YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO KNOW THE ANSWERS, BUT IT IS YOUR, AND MY, RESPONSIBILITY TO KNOW AND TO ASK THE RIGHT Questions OVER AND OVER. UNTIL IT BECOMES SECOND NATURE. I BELIEVE THEY ARE LISTED ABOVE.)
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Old School Telephone AKA Previous Obsession
I think I need to make a list of all my favorite videos just to balance out my obsession with Telephone. And I'm going to start with one of most favorites-because the beginning is always a good place to start
I love this video so much. It makes me want a blue light where ever i go
I think I need to make a list of all my favorite videos just to balance out my obsession with Telephone. And I'm going to start with one of most favorites-because the beginning is always a good place to start
I love this video so much. It makes me want a blue light where ever i go
Building A Hope Chest
I spend a lot of days lately looking at things--not the usual potpourri of videos and fashions, wikipedia and style blogs but of furniture stores and art prints. I find my imagination runs to redecorating the Dollhouse, to building new rooms in my head for all of the space Johhno and I will create. I buy chairs off Apartment Therapy, make wish lists on Art.com, and collect paint samples to be used later when I make my next move.
The big move
I am nesting in advance. I am suddenly entrenched within all these idea about the future and who I want and how I want it. I'm not about to throw the present day over but I can't help but be fixated on a point down the line. It puts everything in perspective like when you use that spot on the wall to keep yourself centered in tree pose. Just a place for your eyes to rest while your body does the work.
Breathe in. Breathe out
But this has also made me start to wonder about what I am willing to carry on my back going forward. It has made me reconsider what I am worth, what I am willing to take, who I am willing to bend for-it's become a short list. because for the first time I feel like I have found my self worth, I know what I am deserving of, I know what I am willing to make or break myself over. I know my value.
It's not because I landed a man either.
But it is because how Johnno makes me feel. He doesn't complete me, he doesn't fill some gaping hole of need, my life isn't any better or worse because of him. But the fact that someone like Johnno can look beyond the rough stuff-the awkwardness, the moodiness, the perfectionism,--it makes me realize that I am better than I thought. That for the first time in my life-including my family, my past in LA and beyond-I feel like I can just be myself without being worried. That the ffact that someone so good, so kind, so funny and so amazing can love me of all people must mean something is worthwhile.
So maybe it is a bit about the boy.
Knowing I have him in my corner makes things so much clearer. I am less willing to deal with people shit, I am less willing to be 2nd place with anyone, I shouldn't be chasing after anyone for love or friendship or time, because I am worth so much more. I am seeing how much I have bent or pretended, made allowances when I should have made my exit, how hungry I was for things and people that didn't care nearly one fifth as much as did.
This isn't true of everyone or everything but it is more a part of my life than I want.
So now I am learning that I have to stop myself. I am better than wasting time or energy chasing things and people that don't really want me for certain. That I am more valuable to myself when I am with people who want me there, doing things that I want to do then spending myself with uncertain people or situations. By knowing where I am going makes it much harder to take unnecessary shortcuts.
I finally get it.
But what does this mean? How does this all tie together? I think it is understanding that I am moving forward-mentally at the moment, physically in the future-that makes me sudden reassess what's worth keeping with me. I don't know where everything and everyone will end up but i do now that it won't be everything.
The hope chest isn't big enough for things I don't need.
I spend a lot of days lately looking at things--not the usual potpourri of videos and fashions, wikipedia and style blogs but of furniture stores and art prints. I find my imagination runs to redecorating the Dollhouse, to building new rooms in my head for all of the space Johhno and I will create. I buy chairs off Apartment Therapy, make wish lists on Art.com, and collect paint samples to be used later when I make my next move.
The big move
I am nesting in advance. I am suddenly entrenched within all these idea about the future and who I want and how I want it. I'm not about to throw the present day over but I can't help but be fixated on a point down the line. It puts everything in perspective like when you use that spot on the wall to keep yourself centered in tree pose. Just a place for your eyes to rest while your body does the work.
Breathe in. Breathe out
But this has also made me start to wonder about what I am willing to carry on my back going forward. It has made me reconsider what I am worth, what I am willing to take, who I am willing to bend for-it's become a short list. because for the first time I feel like I have found my self worth, I know what I am deserving of, I know what I am willing to make or break myself over. I know my value.
It's not because I landed a man either.
But it is because how Johnno makes me feel. He doesn't complete me, he doesn't fill some gaping hole of need, my life isn't any better or worse because of him. But the fact that someone like Johnno can look beyond the rough stuff-the awkwardness, the moodiness, the perfectionism,--it makes me realize that I am better than I thought. That for the first time in my life-including my family, my past in LA and beyond-I feel like I can just be myself without being worried. That the ffact that someone so good, so kind, so funny and so amazing can love me of all people must mean something is worthwhile.
So maybe it is a bit about the boy.
Knowing I have him in my corner makes things so much clearer. I am less willing to deal with people shit, I am less willing to be 2nd place with anyone, I shouldn't be chasing after anyone for love or friendship or time, because I am worth so much more. I am seeing how much I have bent or pretended, made allowances when I should have made my exit, how hungry I was for things and people that didn't care nearly one fifth as much as did.
This isn't true of everyone or everything but it is more a part of my life than I want.
So now I am learning that I have to stop myself. I am better than wasting time or energy chasing things and people that don't really want me for certain. That I am more valuable to myself when I am with people who want me there, doing things that I want to do then spending myself with uncertain people or situations. By knowing where I am going makes it much harder to take unnecessary shortcuts.
I finally get it.
But what does this mean? How does this all tie together? I think it is understanding that I am moving forward-mentally at the moment, physically in the future-that makes me sudden reassess what's worth keeping with me. I don't know where everything and everyone will end up but i do now that it won't be everything.
The hope chest isn't big enough for things I don't need.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Fun Fact of the Day
This comes from Lucy
Random trivia that comes up in my line of work: Fire rating codes in Paris are based on whether an item that is on fire can be thrown out the window or not. If you can pick it up and throw it out the window, it doesn't need to be treated for flame retardancy.
I don't know why but this fact amuses to no end.
This comes from Lucy
Random trivia that comes up in my line of work: Fire rating codes in Paris are based on whether an item that is on fire can be thrown out the window or not. If you can pick it up and throw it out the window, it doesn't need to be treated for flame retardancy.
I don't know why but this fact amuses to no end.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Adult Moments with Rory
"Some love stories are short. But they are love stories all the same"
Lea Thompson on 'Greek'
So awhile back I wrote a long sloppy entry about how being with Johnno made me realize what I wanted in a relationship and how it made me see the flaws in my other relationships. or rather, finally put to words the way I knew the other relationships wouldn't last. I tried my best to be fair about what I thought and felt
I guess I fucked up
See Samuel and I still talk-somehow we went from a really bad breakup to a reasonable phone friendship-more so in light of how bad things got at the end. And it wasn't my intention to throw him under a bus or hurt his feelings
It's amazing what I can do without trying.
He emailed me shortly after the original posting and was rough on me but he had a point about how it could be read that I was being disrespectful to him. I was surprsied at how much the idea of hurting him affected me and after a long phone call we worked out all the kinks in our miscomunication and misunderstandings--he got what I was going for and I got what he needed to hear from me.
In the last few weeks I have been in a very balck or white mindset--you are either with me or against me, you are either my friend or a stranger, you either respect me fully or not at all... This extreme mindset put me thorugh a couple levels of hell and without the help of a handful of people I'm not sure what I would have done if let to my means. But this did help me realize something.
I'm not a open or fairminded as I would like to believe
While I think I'm not quick to make snap judgements-one of my biggest flaws is my ability to overthinking and navel gaze-once I decide something it stays decided. There are things are do not forgive or things that, once they end, use any value that they had in the first place. The few friendships I have walked away from in my life become 'fucked up dymanics' in the end and all memories and value are wiped clean. When my heart has been truly broken, the exe becomes someone who could have never loved me in the first place because they did then A, B, or C would have never happened. When things don't go my way-they become worthless
I have since started to realize that none of this is true. At the end of the day-a table is still a table, a memory's value is based on the time it captured-not in events before or after, and that just because the love didn't work out doesn't mean it was any less than real and felt in the moment.
In short?
I'm sorry Samuel. I never meant to hurt you.
"Some love stories are short. But they are love stories all the same"
Lea Thompson on 'Greek'
So awhile back I wrote a long sloppy entry about how being with Johnno made me realize what I wanted in a relationship and how it made me see the flaws in my other relationships. or rather, finally put to words the way I knew the other relationships wouldn't last. I tried my best to be fair about what I thought and felt
I guess I fucked up
See Samuel and I still talk-somehow we went from a really bad breakup to a reasonable phone friendship-more so in light of how bad things got at the end. And it wasn't my intention to throw him under a bus or hurt his feelings
It's amazing what I can do without trying.
He emailed me shortly after the original posting and was rough on me but he had a point about how it could be read that I was being disrespectful to him. I was surprsied at how much the idea of hurting him affected me and after a long phone call we worked out all the kinks in our miscomunication and misunderstandings--he got what I was going for and I got what he needed to hear from me.
In the last few weeks I have been in a very balck or white mindset--you are either with me or against me, you are either my friend or a stranger, you either respect me fully or not at all... This extreme mindset put me thorugh a couple levels of hell and without the help of a handful of people I'm not sure what I would have done if let to my means. But this did help me realize something.
I'm not a open or fairminded as I would like to believe
While I think I'm not quick to make snap judgements-one of my biggest flaws is my ability to overthinking and navel gaze-once I decide something it stays decided. There are things are do not forgive or things that, once they end, use any value that they had in the first place. The few friendships I have walked away from in my life become 'fucked up dymanics' in the end and all memories and value are wiped clean. When my heart has been truly broken, the exe becomes someone who could have never loved me in the first place because they did then A, B, or C would have never happened. When things don't go my way-they become worthless
I have since started to realize that none of this is true. At the end of the day-a table is still a table, a memory's value is based on the time it captured-not in events before or after, and that just because the love didn't work out doesn't mean it was any less than real and felt in the moment.
In short?
I'm sorry Samuel. I never meant to hurt you.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Thanks Dusty Springfield
I spent a huge amount of energy this past few weeks trying to figure out my place in my social world. I found myself over thinking, over guessing and most importantly-over caring about every little thing. The truth is-and I should know this by now-is that anyone who have to chase to get attention, anyone who can disregard your feelings so quickly, or forget that your feelings could exist in the first place are NOT people to give your time too.
That the people who reach out to you-with emails or texts, with plans and dinners, with smiles and phone calls are the ones who you should be paying attention too. That real friendshisp don't need one person to constantly being chasing after the other one, to constant swallow their own feelings or ambitions to make it easier but instead should be the exact opposite. Friendship is hard but it shouldn't feel like work. And if it does then I am quitting it.
I'm no longer in the business of chasing after windmills in my mind.
I spent a huge amount of energy this past few weeks trying to figure out my place in my social world. I found myself over thinking, over guessing and most importantly-over caring about every little thing. The truth is-and I should know this by now-is that anyone who have to chase to get attention, anyone who can disregard your feelings so quickly, or forget that your feelings could exist in the first place are NOT people to give your time too.
That the people who reach out to you-with emails or texts, with plans and dinners, with smiles and phone calls are the ones who you should be paying attention too. That real friendshisp don't need one person to constantly being chasing after the other one, to constant swallow their own feelings or ambitions to make it easier but instead should be the exact opposite. Friendship is hard but it shouldn't feel like work. And if it does then I am quitting it.
I'm no longer in the business of chasing after windmills in my mind.
Seriously
This weekend reminded me that I need to try and figure out better ways to handle my problems... A lot got done-which was good and needed--but a lot of it took too much energy and peace of mind away from me and, by default, the boy.
I wish I know how to better trust blindly in things. That I could just take on face value how things will work out at the end of the day. i'm not sure how to do that but would be very open to any suggestions.
Seriously
This weekend reminded me that I need to try and figure out better ways to handle my problems... A lot got done-which was good and needed--but a lot of it took too much energy and peace of mind away from me and, by default, the boy.
I wish I know how to better trust blindly in things. That I could just take on face value how things will work out at the end of the day. i'm not sure how to do that but would be very open to any suggestions.
Seriously
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 08, 2010
Swoon
“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” ~~Dr. Seuss
How can you not feel a bit light headed when your boyfriend sends you cards that say things like that. I know it seems like bragging but I just can't believe there is someone in the world who loves me as much as he does.
“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” ~~Dr. Seuss
How can you not feel a bit light headed when your boyfriend sends you cards that say things like that. I know it seems like bragging but I just can't believe there is someone in the world who loves me as much as he does.
Ever Had?
One of those weekends that puts everything in perspective? That takes all of your self doubt, your questions and your worries and instead shows you how amazing you life really is?
Between boyfriends and movies, dinners with the right people, drunkeness when least expected--this weekend reminded me that I have an amazing life filled some very awesome people. I forget how simple I am at the end of the day--a hand to hold, a conversation to shared, a toast to be made and the unexpected to be explored...
That's all I ever need to be happy.
thanks
One of those weekends that puts everything in perspective? That takes all of your self doubt, your questions and your worries and instead shows you how amazing you life really is?
Between boyfriends and movies, dinners with the right people, drunkeness when least expected--this weekend reminded me that I have an amazing life filled some very awesome people. I forget how simple I am at the end of the day--a hand to hold, a conversation to shared, a toast to be made and the unexpected to be explored...
That's all I ever need to be happy.
thanks
6(7-1)+ Y = Exe?
I actually dread writing this. I don't mean to be overly dramatic or make a big deal; if anything I want the exact opposite. But it's getting to the point that not writing about this development seems more like an excuse for failure down the road.
I guess I am making it dramatic.
I quit smoking. Again. Not on purpose. After an uncountable number of times before.
The only difference was is that I didn't plan on quitting. It was the Sunday after Johnno's birthday party-we had just said good night and he drove into the rain from where i stood on the curb. I debate heading down to 7/11 to buy another pack of cigarettes but realized I was tired and too wet already. So I decided that just wouldn't smoke the next day and see how far I could. I packed my patches and gum into my workbag and half heartly through out my "last" cigarette pack.
What happened next is what surprised me.
I spent the next day without a craving. Not because I put on a nicotine patch to mask the symptons, not because I stuffed myself with coffeee and food to get over my oral fixation, I didn't spend the day naping either. I just forgot about smoking--no linger stares at the other smokers, no bitch moments, no mantras. I just didn't remember that I smoked.
This went on two weeks.
Around this point I was a bit weirded out. While I hadn't told anyone waht I was doing, a handful of people figured it out and I begged innocence. I was worried if I made a big deal bout it then when I fell off the wagon it would be another strike against me. I also knew that I would be cheating that day. Because I always smoke on that one day
Super Bowl Sunday
It's the nerves from the large groups. It is from the boredom that I sometimes get watching football. It's a way to ecaspe from drama and things I would rather not do but without being rude. Because most everyone excuses a smoker. The only complication was that Johnno knew what I was up to and we discussed how to handle it. I told him to stop me if I smoked and he was willing. I just ran circles around him instaed.
Which is not cool.
But the next day-waking up and feeling so grosss. Knowing that I guilted Johnno into letting me make bad choices. The sadness of knowing how well I had been doing. It made me sit back and think about what i really wanted. I wanted to quit-not because I was told to by doctors, or that I wanted to be more attractive to meet people, or because my friends were all doing it. I did it because the future I wanted for myself has changed.
I want to be better in the long run.
And since then it has been another 4 plus weeks with no smoking. No crazy cravings, no stalking smokers to get the smell or a drag, no need for patches or gum. I just don't want any of that habit anymore.
That and Nolan quit like a year ago and I am so better at giving up things than he is.
I actually dread writing this. I don't mean to be overly dramatic or make a big deal; if anything I want the exact opposite. But it's getting to the point that not writing about this development seems more like an excuse for failure down the road.
I guess I am making it dramatic.
I quit smoking. Again. Not on purpose. After an uncountable number of times before.
The only difference was is that I didn't plan on quitting. It was the Sunday after Johnno's birthday party-we had just said good night and he drove into the rain from where i stood on the curb. I debate heading down to 7/11 to buy another pack of cigarettes but realized I was tired and too wet already. So I decided that just wouldn't smoke the next day and see how far I could. I packed my patches and gum into my workbag and half heartly through out my "last" cigarette pack.
What happened next is what surprised me.
I spent the next day without a craving. Not because I put on a nicotine patch to mask the symptons, not because I stuffed myself with coffeee and food to get over my oral fixation, I didn't spend the day naping either. I just forgot about smoking--no linger stares at the other smokers, no bitch moments, no mantras. I just didn't remember that I smoked.
This went on two weeks.
Around this point I was a bit weirded out. While I hadn't told anyone waht I was doing, a handful of people figured it out and I begged innocence. I was worried if I made a big deal bout it then when I fell off the wagon it would be another strike against me. I also knew that I would be cheating that day. Because I always smoke on that one day
Super Bowl Sunday
It's the nerves from the large groups. It is from the boredom that I sometimes get watching football. It's a way to ecaspe from drama and things I would rather not do but without being rude. Because most everyone excuses a smoker. The only complication was that Johnno knew what I was up to and we discussed how to handle it. I told him to stop me if I smoked and he was willing. I just ran circles around him instaed.
Which is not cool.
But the next day-waking up and feeling so grosss. Knowing that I guilted Johnno into letting me make bad choices. The sadness of knowing how well I had been doing. It made me sit back and think about what i really wanted. I wanted to quit-not because I was told to by doctors, or that I wanted to be more attractive to meet people, or because my friends were all doing it. I did it because the future I wanted for myself has changed.
I want to be better in the long run.
And since then it has been another 4 plus weeks with no smoking. No crazy cravings, no stalking smokers to get the smell or a drag, no need for patches or gum. I just don't want any of that habit anymore.
That and Nolan quit like a year ago and I am so better at giving up things than he is.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
237—227 Plus 10
Jaq’s almost gone.
I have mentioned Jaq from time to time here in the blog. She has always been just a slight touch of the circles on my social Venn diagram—Emerson connected, some common LA friends but most of she ahs been my neighbor for about the ten years.
But now she is moving on.
I cannot help but be more than a bit bummed about this. It’s not like Jaq and I were super close, we didn’t spend every weekend night together, we didn’t do foolishly long email chains or snappy little texts at bars. We would randomly just stumble in and out of each other’s lives—for late night outfit checks, bottles of wine on balmy summer nights, unemployment swims and late night check ins. We would touch base at the most random times-for things like packages or apartment problems but we also would use each other as outside confidants.
This is something I am severely lacking. This is something kind of nice about having people outside of your social day to day to help give perspective and clarity on what is going on. There’s no fear of things being repeated or other agendas being pushed because the only person that either one of us was invested in was in each other.
So we could talk about all the little things you have to let slide when you run in a group—there’s no self censoring and no feeling of obligations. When Jaq and I spent time together it was unexpected and novel and just easy—I felt like I didn’t have to worry.
(This is not to say that I worry all the time with my other friends but sometimes-as with working out, dating, sex, drinking and other odd and ends—you just need a detox for a bit)
And without her (And Naomi. And Ruby. And Chloe) being so close and just a knock away—I can’t help but feel a bit sad. I’ll miss out on having that sounding board. I could use it right now
But I won’t miss out on her cats. Those things were vicious.
Jaq’s almost gone.
I have mentioned Jaq from time to time here in the blog. She has always been just a slight touch of the circles on my social Venn diagram—Emerson connected, some common LA friends but most of she ahs been my neighbor for about the ten years.
But now she is moving on.
I cannot help but be more than a bit bummed about this. It’s not like Jaq and I were super close, we didn’t spend every weekend night together, we didn’t do foolishly long email chains or snappy little texts at bars. We would randomly just stumble in and out of each other’s lives—for late night outfit checks, bottles of wine on balmy summer nights, unemployment swims and late night check ins. We would touch base at the most random times-for things like packages or apartment problems but we also would use each other as outside confidants.
This is something I am severely lacking. This is something kind of nice about having people outside of your social day to day to help give perspective and clarity on what is going on. There’s no fear of things being repeated or other agendas being pushed because the only person that either one of us was invested in was in each other.
So we could talk about all the little things you have to let slide when you run in a group—there’s no self censoring and no feeling of obligations. When Jaq and I spent time together it was unexpected and novel and just easy—I felt like I didn’t have to worry.
(This is not to say that I worry all the time with my other friends but sometimes-as with working out, dating, sex, drinking and other odd and ends—you just need a detox for a bit)
And without her (And Naomi. And Ruby. And Chloe) being so close and just a knock away—I can’t help but feel a bit sad. I’ll miss out on having that sounding board. I could use it right now
But I won’t miss out on her cats. Those things were vicious.
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