duly noted
I’m putting off putting together this writing assignment I’m giving My Philly Kids tomorrow. I’m actually making a handout! Who ever thought they’d see the day? I should mention how much I’m enjoying my time in Philly and how much I like the students I’m working with. I feel silly for being paranoid that they’d hate me…but then I guess I have to remind myself that I’m not working with Bajans. Still, it’s really nice to localize the women who hate you into one exact location. It’ll make future travel plans that much easier.
I’m also putting off the finishing touches to one of my episode scripts. Last night just before I lost consciousness, I came up with the idea to combine the first two episodes into one measly pilot. First of all, I need to start coming up with these life changing plans during the daytime or while I’m awake, and secondly, putting those two episodes in one is both stupid and brilliant at the same time. Kind of like everything I do.
For the past week my sister and I have been spending all of our free time making Simpsons avatars of people. It’s seriously addictive. Of course, I made avatars of My Kids (not the Philly ones…the phictional ones) and I am way so obsessed with the Simpsonized Keegan that I don’t even know what to do with myself.
I’m tempted to download a demo of Final Draft because I’m becoming insanely paranoid that my scripts are about 33% longer than they should be. I’ve also decided that I will gladly go into any medium that will take my show and me. For the past few weeks, my sister and I have been watching Arrested Development, which is really the best show of the decade. Sadly, however, it was canceled, and it’s because the people who run the networks are kind of morons. And I’ve never been terribly good at compromise, you know what I mean? The reason why I chickened out of my communications major back in freshman year (5 years ago? Holy shit!) was because I didn’t think I could deal with the television industry. I don’t think I can handle worrying about stupid shit like ratings, pleasing the Suits, offending Middle America, or any other dumb shit like that. I don’t really care about stuffing the pockets of old white men or compromising myself as an artist to please others. That’s just never been my bag. And apparently, that’s just the attitude you shouldn’t have if you’re trying to get into television. Although, truthfully? I’m not trying to break into television. I just have a groovy story to tell and I think TV is the easiest way to do it. Here’s another odd fact about me: I’m one of the five or six people in the world who isn’t into making movies or watching them.
Sometimes I wonder if I should bother trying to get into this friggin’ industry at all.
So needless to say, I’m still pulling my hair out over this matter.