Yeah, so, anyway, that was a sorry way to start off a new year, wasn't it? Hateration thinly veiled as constructive criticism. When all it was was Hate- straight up, no chaser. But, that's okay. God don't like ugly, so you can be sure that no amount of makeup can save her trifling ass. But I digress.
So far, the year has been fabulous! I'm still working from home, doing my government contracting thing as well as working in a clothing store at the mall (yech!) about twice a week. This government contracting thing has gotten me down as of late. See, it's a small company (I'm used to either working for the military or Fortune 500) which allows me to work from home, but many times it just seems like a huge ball of clusterf*ck that I spend a lot of time trying to unravel. Today, after speaking with Sgt. "Duh? I dunno?" at the Pentagon for about 20 minutes, I decided to call it a day. I mean, how am I supposed to get stuff poppin' if I don't have any backup? Work with me, people!
This morning, I received this in my inbox:
Dear Fantastika,
Just a quick note to thank you for letting me take a look at THE BEST SCRIPT EVER which I read over the holiday.
Unfortunately, this project is not going to be for us. I just didn't have a strong enough affinity for this particular plot to develop the project further here.
I do appreciate your giving me the opportunity to see your work and I wish you the best of luck with the project elsewhere.
Best wishes,
Professional Ball Licker Jones
Okay, so he may not be a quote-unquote "professional" ball licker, but sending out bunk, dream-crushing messages like them marks him as maybe an quote-unquote "apprentice" ball licker. Maybe a ball tickler...It's neither here nor there. Why? Because 2009 is my year, baby! It's all about getting my movie made this year! You know I'm gonna let ya'll know how it turns out, right?
Of course, dahling. Of course.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
first haterism of 2009
All kinds of hateration and holleration in this dancery! :-)
Okay now I kind of feel like the bad friend. When I saw forward I didn't open this immediately because I just thought it was some type of joke or something. I didn't know that it was one of your shorts. I get so many emails that I filter based on the subject line. Thanks for sharing this with me. The dialog was not bad, the kids spoke like kids. Not a critisim of you, but the girls over acted. I liked the Jordan character, especially at the end, I also liked his friend, the other little boy. Was the lisp your idea or just what happened at casting...the lisp is a great effect.
The part about the little boy stealing the collection pot didn't seem to add to the story line, nor did it have a resolution or outcome, so it didn't really work for me.
I liked that Jordan spoke or expressed his feeling through Stillo, that is very realistic and enhances Jordan as a character.
My guess is that part of the plot was trying to speak to the current economic situation as an explanation for the minimal gifts under the tree, but when Jordan awoke the following morning, there seemed to be quite a few gifts under the tree, so this wasn't developed either. But I did like that Santa explained about parents possibly losing their jobs and the kids' response was real kid logic and then Jordan asking about the possible loss of a jobs over dinner really worked. I also like when his friend (boy) mentioned about using "a well place baby monitor" that makes how kids might find gifts more contemporary.
All in all, I watched it all the way through because I was interested in how it ended, so it kept my interest. I also think you ended it well with Jordan's best gift being a baby brother and the fact that his mom being pregnant that close to Christmas made him kind of oblivious to what pregnance actually meant. He didn't understand, but his dad showing him the pictures on Christmas morning helped him to understand.
Okay now I kind of feel like the bad friend. When I saw forward I didn't open this immediately because I just thought it was some type of joke or something. I didn't know that it was one of your shorts. I get so many emails that I filter based on the subject line. Thanks for sharing this with me. The dialog was not bad, the kids spoke like kids. Not a critisim of you, but the girls over acted. I liked the Jordan character, especially at the end, I also liked his friend, the other little boy. Was the lisp your idea or just what happened at casting...the lisp is a great effect.
The part about the little boy stealing the collection pot didn't seem to add to the story line, nor did it have a resolution or outcome, so it didn't really work for me.
I liked that Jordan spoke or expressed his feeling through Stillo, that is very realistic and enhances Jordan as a character.
My guess is that part of the plot was trying to speak to the current economic situation as an explanation for the minimal gifts under the tree, but when Jordan awoke the following morning, there seemed to be quite a few gifts under the tree, so this wasn't developed either. But I did like that Santa explained about parents possibly losing their jobs and the kids' response was real kid logic and then Jordan asking about the possible loss of a jobs over dinner really worked. I also like when his friend (boy) mentioned about using "a well place baby monitor" that makes how kids might find gifts more contemporary.
All in all, I watched it all the way through because I was interested in how it ended, so it kept my interest. I also think you ended it well with Jordan's best gift being a baby brother and the fact that his mom being pregnant that close to Christmas made him kind of oblivious to what pregnance actually meant. He didn't understand, but his dad showing him the pictures on Christmas morning helped him to understand.
Friday, December 19, 2008
effects of marination
After I've had time to marinate on what the agent said, I've decided that he is full of shit. If he was so keen to work with me and my project, then last week I would've been signing contracts and toasting bubbly instead of taking more useless notes. That being said, I've decided to continue marketing "Mixtape" as I had in the past. Don't get me wrong- I'm still massaging that new draft but not specifically for that prodco. Cards on the table: I'm gonna be thirty-three next year, so I don't have time to sit around and play "who dat say who dat when I say who dat" with some gaggle of third tier wannabes.
notes from an L.A. producer's waiting room part deux
10 Dec 2008- Later.
Okay, so it's after the meeting and the agent guy said that he's keen to work with me, but that I should do another draft of the script and hopefully, it'll be (A-list actress) ready. This draft has to be perfect, man! totally perfect. I really want a movie theatre premiere. Even what's-his-nuts talked about how he could totally see my movie in the theaters. I can't start thinking about long red carpets and little gold statues. Gotta churn out that draft.
Okay, so it's after the meeting and the agent guy said that he's keen to work with me, but that I should do another draft of the script and hopefully, it'll be (A-list actress) ready. This draft has to be perfect, man! totally perfect. I really want a movie theatre premiere. Even what's-his-nuts talked about how he could totally see my movie in the theaters. I can't start thinking about long red carpets and little gold statues. Gotta churn out that draft.
notes from an L.A. producer's waiting room
10 Dec. 2008 (written while in the waiting room)
Wow! I cannot believe this dude is yelling at his secretary in front of me! How unprofessional. Plus, their offices are in the freaking barrio. Hey, I dunno how to even spell "barrio", but hopefully I won't have to spell it again.
There's one guy that seems like he's pretty cool. He's brown, sort of a Ramses-type, but nice enough. But that other joker? Sheesh almighty! Never wanna run into him on a bad day.
What's-his-nuts is running late, so I'm cold chillin' in their waiting room. A REAL LIVE MOVIE PRODUCER'S waiting room!!! I know I'm sounding mad goober, but it's just too exciting for words. Hopefully, this'll all be over soon and I can get back to the business at hand- writing.
Side note: I bought this notebook because I didn't bring a small, purse-sized one for the meeting. I dunno if I'm supposed to be taking notes or not but I figure showing up with pen and paper is always a plus.
Okay, so home skillet is now a good twenty minutes late. I'm starting to have my doubts. I mean, really? With the barrio digs and the angry "bosses" running around? You'd think with all the loot they made from (really popular movie franchise), they'd have a clock up in this piece. Still, I am digging the exposed brick, Ikea furniture of it all.
Ramses just poked his head out and offered me water, Oreo snacks and/or trail mix. What a considerate pharaoh! I took the water (just like the "taking a meeting" chapter of the book said to), but truth be told, I'm not all that thirsty.
Dude is SO not respecting my time. Katmandu has somewhere to go- I can't be sitting here jacking around. This just shows me that there's probably no money for me today *sigh*. Twenty more minutes and then my chocolate ass is bouncing.
Wow! I cannot believe this dude is yelling at his secretary in front of me! How unprofessional. Plus, their offices are in the freaking barrio. Hey, I dunno how to even spell "barrio", but hopefully I won't have to spell it again.
There's one guy that seems like he's pretty cool. He's brown, sort of a Ramses-type, but nice enough. But that other joker? Sheesh almighty! Never wanna run into him on a bad day.
What's-his-nuts is running late, so I'm cold chillin' in their waiting room. A REAL LIVE MOVIE PRODUCER'S waiting room!!! I know I'm sounding mad goober, but it's just too exciting for words. Hopefully, this'll all be over soon and I can get back to the business at hand- writing.
Side note: I bought this notebook because I didn't bring a small, purse-sized one for the meeting. I dunno if I'm supposed to be taking notes or not but I figure showing up with pen and paper is always a plus.
Okay, so home skillet is now a good twenty minutes late. I'm starting to have my doubts. I mean, really? With the barrio digs and the angry "bosses" running around? You'd think with all the loot they made from (really popular movie franchise), they'd have a clock up in this piece. Still, I am digging the exposed brick, Ikea furniture of it all.
Ramses just poked his head out and offered me water, Oreo snacks and/or trail mix. What a considerate pharaoh! I took the water (just like the "taking a meeting" chapter of the book said to), but truth be told, I'm not all that thirsty.
Dude is SO not respecting my time. Katmandu has somewhere to go- I can't be sitting here jacking around. This just shows me that there's probably no money for me today *sigh*. Twenty more minutes and then my chocolate ass is bouncing.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
hotel california
Fast forward a few days (and more than a few missing blogs): I'm writing this from my hotel room in Los Angeles waiting for Katmandu to finish with school so she can drive my nervous ass down to give my spiel. I wonder what's gonna happen? I have a sneaking suspicion that they're not going to just buy the script, but it'll be awesome practice for me to pitch. I wonder how many people will be in the room? There's no point thinking about those things, though. I mean, I can't very well call ahead and be like "Yeah, you better not have a whole lot of punk suckers in the room trying to intimidate me and shit. Mama don't play that", can I? There's not much else for me to do but finish this blog and dance along to the "Thriller" video. Do you know how hard it is to pull off a zombie-shuffle/ overhead-combo while typing?
Anyway, I've gotta go to Ralphs for some foodstuffs. Catch you on the flip side.
Anyway, I've gotta go to Ralphs for some foodstuffs. Catch you on the flip side.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
full steam ahead
I received an email from the production company- they're all for meeting on 10 December at 1:00pm. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it, but I've got to try. I mean, this could be my first and last chance to make that impression! Gotta get to practicing my pitch, man. It's all about the pitch.
Unfortunately, all is not as it seems. I've fallen off the wagon and am now 112 pounds and swelling. I need a new fat blocker, but I'm so over the whole "better living through Hydroxycut", you know? I'm 32 years old and in need of measures more drastic. For instance, I was looking in the mirror today before my shower and noticed that my tuchas has taken to sliding down the backs of my thighs. That's right- deflated, pancake booty and trust me when I say that it is not cute. I asked my husband if he could see what was happening and he was all "Yeah. Do you want a gym membership"? What??? That's the last time I ask his yellow ass anything. Resolved: when I start making serious writing money, it's all about the butt lift. And a boob job. And maybe a nose job...
Unfortunately, all is not as it seems. I've fallen off the wagon and am now 112 pounds and swelling. I need a new fat blocker, but I'm so over the whole "better living through Hydroxycut", you know? I'm 32 years old and in need of measures more drastic. For instance, I was looking in the mirror today before my shower and noticed that my tuchas has taken to sliding down the backs of my thighs. That's right- deflated, pancake booty and trust me when I say that it is not cute. I asked my husband if he could see what was happening and he was all "Yeah. Do you want a gym membership"? What??? That's the last time I ask his yellow ass anything. Resolved: when I start making serious writing money, it's all about the butt lift. And a boob job. And maybe a nose job...
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