Day 26

by agoodnow

I saw a 70 year old man on a Razor Scooter this morning.  Going up 3rd Ave.  In the middle of the street.  I put his life expectancy at around 70.1 years of age.

I have been working on a screenplay for the last 5 months.  I recently put it down and decided that I should give it a rest and come back to it in a month.  Last night I collected my hundreds of pages of notes  and began putting it into a final format.  Of course there are some variations from what I had originally written, but overall I liked what I had on the page.  With one exception.  I wrote a scene that I loved.   It was perfect.  It is graphic, funny, and discretely vulgar.  Now, I can not find it.  Anywhere.  Not in my notes, not in my stacks of paper, not in my apartment.   Last night I got three pages down and then spent the rest of the night looking for 2 pieces of paper with this scene.  

I wrote the entire screenplay, but it is not in a continuous format.  It is a number of scenes written individually.  Now I am trying to put them together.  Much more difficult than I thought it would be.

I’m glad to be writing again.  I enjoy it and hopefully the story will come together the way I envision. 

How I Met Your Mother was a repeat last night.  That pissed me off.

24 was on last night.  Hey, how about 7 minutes of TV and then 4 minutes of commercials.  That’s fun to watch.  I think I’ll wait for DVD.  Also, fun drinking game for the future.  Every time Jack Bauer says “Damnit” or “Chloe” you drink.  If someone loses a limb you take a shot.  If Jack kills a terrorist you kill your drink.  (I’m sure someone out there has already come up with something similar.  It’s just too easy)

I was reading The New Yorker this morning and came across this cartoon.  Hysterical: