I decided to make a feature last night. And, being both slow and organized, I outlined a five year plan for it.
Put aside $5,000 of your own money every 6 months for five years.- live more frugally to make this work.
Write the script in a year. take another year to revise it, stage readings, perfect feature arc.
Get the cast and the crew over 6 months of preproduction and shoot it in three months (okay, I guess more than three months, if there's time and there's money.) One year of 6 months pre production and 6 months shooting.
Edit in another year, have your friends write your music over that year.
Color and sound when more money comes in- 3 months or less.
Festivals and shit.
Wild success. Allegedly.
Applause.
Iris out.
Now all I need is a plot and we're good to go. Clyde's going to hold me to this- so if I don't have a feature by the time I'm thirty, there will apparently be CONSEQUENCES.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Monday, December 21, 2009
see this as a placeholder:
-news-
i have work in 2010 (yay) and advancement (tentative yay, nailbiting, etc.)
i went to a party with the red bucket films crowd and ladies at jessica oreck's house, (a veritable wunderkammer- photographic evidence here) who may be my new fantastic obsession of 2009. she's the very coolest lady. i was a little starfuckery but it was cool to see these people who have attained unbelievable success in my industry in no time at all (jealous.)
clyde and i are talking about the phenomenon amongst his friends (read: former employees of kim's music and video) to "live off their girlfriends' money" and whether or not this is feminist/emasculating or just a quirk in this particular social group permitted by artistic, creative men attracted to similarly creative, driven women.
More on all this later. the cat's knocking ornaments off the christmas tree.
-news-
i have work in 2010 (yay) and advancement (tentative yay, nailbiting, etc.)
i went to a party with the red bucket films crowd and ladies at jessica oreck's house, (a veritable wunderkammer- photographic evidence here) who may be my new fantastic obsession of 2009. she's the very coolest lady. i was a little starfuckery but it was cool to see these people who have attained unbelievable success in my industry in no time at all (jealous.)
clyde and i are talking about the phenomenon amongst his friends (read: former employees of kim's music and video) to "live off their girlfriends' money" and whether or not this is feminist/emasculating or just a quirk in this particular social group permitted by artistic, creative men attracted to similarly creative, driven women.
More on all this later. the cat's knocking ornaments off the christmas tree.
Friday, November 13, 2009
They're not a real pet. They don't know how to love.
in the style of ss specifically this & this.
H: i am thinking "oh that sucks, i hope she's alright. (insert excuse to not hang out after work). Let's just hang out another time."
me: the excuse has to bear all of the clever and cool?
Excuses for H. to avoid meeting with an unsavory fella after work:
1. after work's not going to pan out.
let's just hang out another time
Hannah: ooh thats good
i am too busy skindiving with nurse sharks
i am too busy completing my online course in open heart surgery
i am too busy calculating the angle of incidence it will take to launch a rocket off my roof
I am too busy saving a whale. not all of them, just one.
tonight's not going to pan out. my living room is full of wet cement, and, you know, time is of the essence
me: I'd love to see you after work, but I have to walk my sea monkeys. they get ornery.
H: hahahaha and no one wants that
me: no. especially if their habitat is encased in slow drying wet cement
H: life is hard for those little sea monkeys
me: they're not a real pet
they don't know how to love
contribute if you please.
H: i am thinking "oh that sucks, i hope she's alright. (insert excuse to not hang out after work). Let's just hang out another time."
me: the excuse has to bear all of the clever and cool?
Excuses for H. to avoid meeting with an unsavory fella after work:
1. after work's not going to pan out.
let's just hang out another time
Hannah: ooh thats good
i am too busy skindiving with nurse sharks
i am too busy completing my online course in open heart surgery
i am too busy calculating the angle of incidence it will take to launch a rocket off my roof
I am too busy saving a whale. not all of them, just one.
tonight's not going to pan out. my living room is full of wet cement, and, you know, time is of the essence
me: I'd love to see you after work, but I have to walk my sea monkeys. they get ornery.
H: hahahaha and no one wants that
me: no. especially if their habitat is encased in slow drying wet cement
H: life is hard for those little sea monkeys
me: they're not a real pet
they don't know how to love
contribute if you please.
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