The white cop from Dawn of the Dead looks like Alan Sparhawk from Low.
It's late, it's late, and I've been up reading old entries and realizing the fool that I've been, and how I'm probably still a complete social/emotional/relational dunce even though it has appeared that I've changed. When I get angry I get quiet and nothing can make me speak. Juli helps alot.
I need mystery. I need forces to fear and worries to break my back. I need shadow and light dualistically opposed. I need strain and stress. I need to argue and to hate, to be despised. I need others to sense I'm frustrated. I need to be underappreciated. I need a good sense of foreboding. I need taste and touch. Right and wrong. I need to feel something.
I'm so damn apathetic about everything.
I've been thinking about the epidemic of vultures that Leesburg had when I lived there--can't get it out of my head. Not in a death-sense, but because of how odd the whole ordeal was. Hundreds of vultures perched outside the courthouse in a row of trees, crapping on everything. Needs to be in a story.
I want to do a film adaptation of 'Young Goodman Brown' by Hawthorne.
So the application for England goes in this week. Keep fingers crossed. I'm tongue tied.
There's a film festival on campus this semester. The theme, and this really limits things, is children's stories. Does anyone know of any that would do for a good, dark retelling? I was thinking The Three Billygoats Gruff or Little Red Riding Hood, although I'm on a quest for obscure ethnic tales so that I can bypass the normal rules and make whatever I want. I'm thinking zombies. Give these Nortwest College kids a scare.
I've earned my Canadian Club.
I need mystery. I need forces to fear and worries to break my back. I need shadow and light dualistically opposed. I need strain and stress. I need to argue and to hate, to be despised. I need others to sense I'm frustrated. I need to be underappreciated. I need a good sense of foreboding. I need taste and touch. Right and wrong. I need to feel something.
I'm so damn apathetic about everything.
I've been thinking about the epidemic of vultures that Leesburg had when I lived there--can't get it out of my head. Not in a death-sense, but because of how odd the whole ordeal was. Hundreds of vultures perched outside the courthouse in a row of trees, crapping on everything. Needs to be in a story.
I want to do a film adaptation of 'Young Goodman Brown' by Hawthorne.
So the application for England goes in this week. Keep fingers crossed. I'm tongue tied.
There's a film festival on campus this semester. The theme, and this really limits things, is children's stories. Does anyone know of any that would do for a good, dark retelling? I was thinking The Three Billygoats Gruff or Little Red Riding Hood, although I'm on a quest for obscure ethnic tales so that I can bypass the normal rules and make whatever I want. I'm thinking zombies. Give these Nortwest College kids a scare.
I've earned my Canadian Club.