So I did the big cattle call thing. The mailing of a hundred plus agencies trying to get representation. My first reply was a request for material, which is good (and actually, not to be expected). I also received a rejection. They say rejection is going to be an ongoing piece of this business. My skin is thin, though. I don't know if I'm man ( Read more... )

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Pitchfest (n): a USC sponsored event where recent MFA's pitch their screenplays to producers, agents, and other industry professionals.

The story of me getting into Pitchfest is a long one, but if my dellusions of grandeur lead somehow to a memoir (I'm not holding my breath... but in other ways I kind of am), I'm going to want to have this post to ( Read more... )

Okay. It has been no secret that Lost has left me a little wanting this season, but I must admit... now that everyone is all back on the island, things have started to improve a bit.  The cliff hanger of Wednesday's episode was easily the best of the season, but the surprise and mind fuckery of what it could all mean in a time-distorted lineage was ( Read more... )

which, if you were wondering comes from South Park ( Read more... )

Today I did fucking errands.
Ejercicio.
Submitted my resume to C2
Made an income plan for the month of December
Applied to another tutoring gig.
Arranged the pimping of my camera - $35, baby.

Tomorrow...
Shoot, edit and upload Powell's thing.
Buy a cord to import footage.
Words on the page.

I'm gong to start recording my progress on things. It won't be particularly interesting for anyone, but I need to start cataloging and discovering how much progress I'm making.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,766 words. I worked on and off from 2pm to 1am.

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I've been going on many tirades about Prop 8 over at Notecarder, but in truth, the revolutionary tone I've taken on over there doesn't really echo how I feel. I don't feel enraged or empowered or ready to take to the streets. All I feel is blue.

LA is a hard city. They say if you can live in NY, you can live anywhere, and I often feel the same way ( Read more... )

 To the Jesus-freak at the Puyallup Fair who tried to recruit me by citing Gay Marriage in California and the Housing Crisis as signs of the apocalypse:

Fuck you!

Who gets married to whom in California is none of your goddamn business. If you wanna spread Jesus' message, spread one of love and peace, not homophobia and intolerance, you piece of shit.
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