Errant Thoughts, Nov. 23, 2020
It’s Monday. Again. I’ve had two days of eating more than a single meal a day (including a Swerve cake which is… well, when you don’t eat any real carbs or sugar, it’s [chef’s kiss]) and staying up too late. This weekend it was raining, so I didn’t exercise much. Normally I walk 3-4 miles a day. And M-W-F I do some weight lifting - a dumb bell routine.
I can’t say I’m glad to be back at work (still working from home) but I am glad the sun is shining and I’ll be back to the the straight and narrow.
And to think I used to be a smoker and drinker.
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Also, for some dumbass reason, I usually don’t drink coffee on weekends. Feel free to ask me why and I’ll bullshit you an answer. But I just had the first cup in two days and meine Gott in Himmel, coffee is good.
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All water runs to the sea. All book review averages run to 3.7 stars.
At least my books. So, I guess I’m a B student.
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Our cats are fookin’ crazy. That is all.
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Watched Slither on Friday Night and Grabbers on Saturday night with the boy and we both agreed that Grabbers, in the end, was the better movie. They are, in many ways, very similar in plot and construction. Both begin with a meteor. Both involve an alien lifeform. Both have great dialogue.
We watched Nightbreed earlier in the week (I realize people love that movie and it does have some high points) but it really is a mess.
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The pandemic is a terrible thing. If there’s one personal good thing I’ve taken from it is that at least I don’t have to have Thanksgiving with certain parties this year. And that is deriving a blessing from a curse.
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No one finds my humor amusing at work.
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The last episode of The Mandalorian was directed by Carl Weathers. I don’t know why, but that makes me so happy, honestly. Weathers looks great, his acting is really very good, and for a guy that got his start in a movie glistening with sweat opposite Sylvester Stallone and who is now directing episodes of the current most popular television show for the current largest intellectual property in the world… well, goddamn. Good on you, Carl. Good on you.
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Film agent is excited about a script I wrote with my writing partner. That’s fun and exciting.
I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating: normally when I write for publishing, there’s a strong chance it will see print. It’s weird doing anything for film and television because the odds are reversed. Most likely, what I write for the screen, big or small, will most likely not reach it. Thems the odds and thems the breaks.
The only thing that has ever really reached the screen that I’ve written (other than commericals) I didn’t actually realize I was writing for television and did not get compensated for … cough cough Constantine cough …. that ripped off Southern Gods. That’s a long story but it involves a D list actor from Battlestar Galactica I hung out and partied with at a convention and Constantine’s showrunner. I don’t know the showrunner but the BSG fella… well that guy has some karma awaiting him.
