A Stream-of-Consciousness Muddled Ramble

Batteries getting low, time running out, I must type like the wind or the empire may fall. The Huns are at the gate, driving their chevys, waving their pants as banners, lighting them en fuego as they say in hunnish. Novels unwrit, pirates unfilmed, agents unbooked. Bladder filling. What am I doing about it?

Seriously, I was hoping you knew. ‘Cause I sure don’t.

As I typed that I heard that tomorrow we’ll see if we made the cut at Duke City Shootout. They’re running a bit behind over there, so (as I understand it) they’ve added a round of judging so the real judges aren’t burdened with reading scripts that are hopeless. I’m not sure, really, what to expect. Our production is far more ambitious than any that were made last year, and they may decide it’s just too much to shoot in such a short time. Haven’t thought of the right way to drop in, “Oh, and we have the storyboards and shot list ready to go.” Maybe if we make the first cut we’ll have a chance to drop that little nugget, plus the fact we plan to bring along our own second unit, or even remind them that fuego has been in the biz for a long time, and his whole job is making sure things get done.

So here’s hoping, anyway, but if some putative expert decides it’s not makable, we probably won’t even reach the next round. So it goes.

Slaughterhouse Five! That’s my fifth book! Ha! And you guys thought I wasn’t going to fulfill my promise. It’s just that I don’t remember stuff so well. I know things, but I can’t remember them. Dang, that’s a good book.

Today in czech school I learned a very important word, prdle. It’s the impolite way to say ass, and it is tremendously useful. There are literally dozens of ass-related phrases in regular use in the czech language. I will be devoting an episode to it soon. But not now.

Speaking of ass, it is a warm, sunny day here.

When I got home last night, there was still light in the sky, but the late-night store was closed. Welcome to the northern latitudes. There should be some rule, though, that while it is still light, you should be able to pick up a couple of beers at the local store.

Speaking of beer, reading this you’d think I’d had a bunch of it. Not the case, sorry to say. Just imagine what it would have been like then.

9 thoughts on “A Stream-of-Consciousness Muddled Ramble

  1. This just in: We are in the final four scripts in the category for residents of a foreign country. I’m not sure how meaningful that is – I think there were only four submissions. But still it’s exciting; at the last moment there was some ambiguity about whether we were even eligible.

    The judge is a biker, so the script may appeal to him.

  2. Under some circumstances, people in the other 49 are likely to consider me a resident of a foreign country. But since the contest is held here in Nuevo Mexico, presumably the judges do know that this is actually part of the United States.

    It is interesting that the category is defined as “residents of a foreign country.” Not citizens of, or emigres from, or anything like that. I’m guessing that the people who put on the contest have some sort of definition of “resident” that pL at least qualifies for.

    Meanwhile, you’re dealing with a biker who’s also a gourmet chef, who came from a family that has long been associated with Hollywood, but who has been a black sheep within that family, even without changing his name. The guy’s difficult to pin down.

  3. And it seems I was mistaken about the judge – it is a Coppola from a previous generation, if I remember pL’s explanation at Roma correctly. Had that whole time warp thing again last night.

    August looks like a pretty interesting guy, but I’m not sure he’s going to go for a desert pirate romp. We’ll have to see. He might be Nicholas Cage’s dad. I’m a little confused about how all these people connect together, but that’s natural for me.

    Hmmm… Nick as a Pirate. I can see that, but there are others I’d take first. Should we win, our mentor will be the guy who directed Shadow of the Vampire.

  4. Speaking of movies, let’s raise a toast to the 25 year anniversary of the nationwide release (in more ways than one) of “The Blues Brothers”.

    It is probably too late to make it an official MR&HBI holiday this year, but I definitely proposed adding to next year’s calendar.

    I’m surprised Dr. Pants didn’t comment on the occasion given that his web site name is borrowed from such a great movie.

    Toast! (hefti)

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