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: http://www.newyorker.com/humor/issuecartoons/2010/02/01/cartoons_20100125?slide=6#slide=6