I should be practicing for my pitch, writing e-mails, improving my treatments, turning those treatments into scripts, or editing Dave's stuff.
Instead, I'm watching Family Guy and updating this POS. But I did edit one script, fix a little of one treatment, obtain one internship and one interview, and receive a couple of awesome e-mails/messages today (and this week), so I feel like I've earned a breather. It's not like I have a boss yet.
Today, Zack Snyder, Michael Bay, and Kathryn Bigelow were in the Hollywood Reporter for their ShoWest film awards. I love it. Even their publicity photos are more epic than anyone else's. Bay, in particular, stands head and shoulders above the rest--literally, actually. As much as I want to write for young audiences, I would love to do something completely ridiculous and action-packed as Transformers or Watchmen. More than anything in the film world, it irks me when people insult his movies. He obviously has something right. $2.5 billion in worldwide gross for just seven films--Bay kicks ass. While he may not be as high brow as the Coen Brothers, he never screws with his audience (a la Burn After Reading). He just gives everyone what they want: the chance to experience explosions and fights and alien robots without any of the danger. I'll gladly suspend my disbelief that a tourist-town gets destroyed and no one notices the giant machines who did it for Mr. Bay. I think most of us would. And do. So for those puzzled by my love of Bay, there it is. He's awesome, he blows things up, and his audience (his "four quadrant" audience) loves it.
Colin gave me Zooey Deschanel's album "She & Him." Amazing, cute, and all-around lovely. Probably one of my new favorites. Zooey D. (I'm not about to try and spell her name again) kicks about as much ass as Michael Bay. Can she do no wrong?
My teen-drama show that I have in development is growing into something I really love. Niche-market writing might be my thing. I like and understand children's stories--kids' books are some of my favorites--better than anything else, and I'd be happy making a name for myself with them. If I make movies for no one over the age of 20, I would most definitely be okay with that. Perhaps I could create a show as good as iCarly. If you haven't seen it, turn on Nickelodeon and get on that. Totally great.
Alas, the work calls. More later, probably. Until then, watch Transformers or Nickelodeon.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
From Puppies to Bitches and Other Stories of Growing Up
Thank goodness it is the last week of class. Most of my classmates have become utterly unbearable. The passive aggressive, snide remarks are disgusting. Get back to high school if that is how you wish to behave.
It pleases me to know end to know that I have an internship, an interview, and a "consider" on my show bible. My contacts are viable, despite my not being allowed into this "in crowd" they have formed. And I am going to see Terry Gilliam by myself tomorrow. I don't really care to join the crowd. Making that decision today was refreshing.
On the home front, I am tired of passive aggression as well. I have had almost no part in the decision for the new roommate. Never once did I receive an e-mail request from a potential craigslist inquiry, never once did I have a part scheduling showings. It only worked out that I was home every time because of a number of cancellations. This is ridiculous. I live here as well.
That's the thing. I live here. I attend class at Raleigh. I exist. I have value and feelings--as much as anyone else. Possibly more than some. After all, I have never so rudely disrespected another person's socioeconomic background, worked to exclude anyone, or disregarded advice from those more experienced like some of the people in my life at the moment.
But I suppose anyone you have to deal with creates a new lesson, a new experience. These puppies and bitches and tricky human beings are not the last I will meet. And when I come across others in the future, my skin will be thicker and my heart will be more compassionate and my world will be a little lighter in the dark.
It pleases me to know end to know that I have an internship, an interview, and a "consider" on my show bible. My contacts are viable, despite my not being allowed into this "in crowd" they have formed. And I am going to see Terry Gilliam by myself tomorrow. I don't really care to join the crowd. Making that decision today was refreshing.
On the home front, I am tired of passive aggression as well. I have had almost no part in the decision for the new roommate. Never once did I receive an e-mail request from a potential craigslist inquiry, never once did I have a part scheduling showings. It only worked out that I was home every time because of a number of cancellations. This is ridiculous. I live here as well.
That's the thing. I live here. I attend class at Raleigh. I exist. I have value and feelings--as much as anyone else. Possibly more than some. After all, I have never so rudely disrespected another person's socioeconomic background, worked to exclude anyone, or disregarded advice from those more experienced like some of the people in my life at the moment.
But I suppose anyone you have to deal with creates a new lesson, a new experience. These puppies and bitches and tricky human beings are not the last I will meet. And when I come across others in the future, my skin will be thicker and my heart will be more compassionate and my world will be a little lighter in the dark.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Breakfast on the Front Porch--Finally, a Happy Rant
Learning to live with a mohawk hasn't been as difficult as I thought. In fact, it's growing on me. Pun intended.
Yesterday, I found out that I have a development internship with Beacon Pictures doing coverage. I love writing coverage, and Beacon has an amazing filmography, so I'm really excited. Once again, though, the recurring theme in my life seems to be "reach a goal; thank the person that pushed you toward it." This time it's my instructor, Van. So this week's thank you goes to you, sir. My prediction next week is that it will go to my "big brother" Dave. I have an interview that he helped me to set up. I don't think I will ever be able to express enough gratitude to the people in my life. Funny thing, though, is that I've spent most of my life feeling in debt to the world. However, the more I actually fall into help-debt with those I respect in my life, the less I feel indebted and more the more I just feel love. Someday, through these people's help, I will be able to help them in return. And I cannot wait for that day. It will be, to quote Bill and Ted, MOST TRIUMPHANT.
Also yesterday, I learned that not everyone in my producing class is a disrespectful soulless lump. There are two, probably three, and maybe four good folks in the class. Too bad I find this out a week before it's over. Regardless, one of them took my motorcycle shopping (for him, not for me--come on now), and we had a fun time. I feel like I've also connected well with the writers, so perhaps this semester was not a total networking flop.
To My River: Keep a low profile; have my beach ready. Soon I will get to see the sunrise and sunset on either side of the bend!
To the Redline: I miss you, you mechanical aorta to the angry city. Even if you do smell funny. Say hi to Addison for me.
***
I am updating at 10:45 p.m. Not so much updating, but adding.
Today, I spent about half my day in Santa Monica with a group of writers. I actually watched the sun set over the ocean and behind a mountain.
Then I came home to an empty house with a broken door jamb. Earlier, I had locked myself out and the neighbor and I did a number before I decided to climb through a window. Point is, I came home and watched Punk Drunk Love. Paul Thomas Anderson is amazing. The thing is, though, I have to watch his films alone, but I cannot watch his films alone. This one in particular. Something about the way I fall into the film... It happens with There Will Be Blood as well. Amazing. Beautiful.
My favorite Lays commerical just came on, with the song called Thinking, Drinking, Sinking Feeling. Beautiful. Who knew a potato chip could do that? Hah!
I'm going to go find that song
Good night!
Yesterday, I found out that I have a development internship with Beacon Pictures doing coverage. I love writing coverage, and Beacon has an amazing filmography, so I'm really excited. Once again, though, the recurring theme in my life seems to be "reach a goal; thank the person that pushed you toward it." This time it's my instructor, Van. So this week's thank you goes to you, sir. My prediction next week is that it will go to my "big brother" Dave. I have an interview that he helped me to set up. I don't think I will ever be able to express enough gratitude to the people in my life. Funny thing, though, is that I've spent most of my life feeling in debt to the world. However, the more I actually fall into help-debt with those I respect in my life, the less I feel indebted and more the more I just feel love. Someday, through these people's help, I will be able to help them in return. And I cannot wait for that day. It will be, to quote Bill and Ted, MOST TRIUMPHANT.
Also yesterday, I learned that not everyone in my producing class is a disrespectful soulless lump. There are two, probably three, and maybe four good folks in the class. Too bad I find this out a week before it's over. Regardless, one of them took my motorcycle shopping (for him, not for me--come on now), and we had a fun time. I feel like I've also connected well with the writers, so perhaps this semester was not a total networking flop.
To My River: Keep a low profile; have my beach ready. Soon I will get to see the sunrise and sunset on either side of the bend!
To the Redline: I miss you, you mechanical aorta to the angry city. Even if you do smell funny. Say hi to Addison for me.
***
I am updating at 10:45 p.m. Not so much updating, but adding.
Today, I spent about half my day in Santa Monica with a group of writers. I actually watched the sun set over the ocean and behind a mountain.
Then I came home to an empty house with a broken door jamb. Earlier, I had locked myself out and the neighbor and I did a number before I decided to climb through a window. Point is, I came home and watched Punk Drunk Love. Paul Thomas Anderson is amazing. The thing is, though, I have to watch his films alone, but I cannot watch his films alone. This one in particular. Something about the way I fall into the film... It happens with There Will Be Blood as well. Amazing. Beautiful.
My favorite Lays commerical just came on, with the song called Thinking, Drinking, Sinking Feeling. Beautiful. Who knew a potato chip could do that? Hah!
I'm going to go find that song
Good night!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
From Fraggle Rock to Spain
I look like one of Henson's Fraggles. I went in to get a hair cut last night, hoping for a fauxhawk like the one I had last spring. I came out with a real mohawk. Not sure how I feel about it yet.
This morning, I get to class and get a phone call from my mom saying that my debit card had some suspicious transactions on it. When I called the company, I learned that someone charged $430 to my card from a company in Spain. Got that taken care of. Weird.
During class, I made a remark about how I learned my lesson--until I have money, I'm going to back to Aveda Institutes. I dig student salons, especially because I know how valuable it is to people going through those programs. But honestly, that's beside the point. One of my lovely classmates then remarks that she doesn't go to the student salons as though she is too good--she doesn't need to. Her tone of voice made me want to vomit. I don't know as there is anything that offends me more than snot-nosed rich kids flaunting their ignorance and lack of real-world experience. Sure, I don't have a ton of money, but damn it, I work hard, I look decent (minus the fraggle-do) and I have just as much chance out here as they do.
To be quite frank (and aren't I always?), I am tired of being made to feel less for being a lower middle class kid daring to challenge the class system that we pretend does not exist in our culture. Every day of college was hard-earned. Yes, I had help from my parents, but damn it, they've worked hard too. My father has put his life on the line to give me this education. My mother tried to stay at home for me and my siblings and now works a part-time job in a sad, low-income grade school. I have worked since I was 16 years old, and I have busted my ass to make sure my grades could get me scholarships and that my performance in college could get me a job since nothing else will. I had a dream, and I did not keep my place. Honestly, that is part of my problem with my producing class. Most of that class--probably a good 80%, have no idea what it is like like to be made to feel so low. Most don't know what it's like to go without, to have to substitute real-world travels for books, to have to balance work and school and a perfect list of outside activities because advancing your place in society depends upon it; to have to make a $20 outfit look like $200 in order to land a job or a place among one's peers. It requires a certain amount of imagination, to be sure, and the lack of compassion and imagination in this class is astounding. As is the lack of tact, apparently.
Sure, I may be nothing like the studio execs I'm working for someday. I may not be what LA wants me to be, but damn it, I'm something just as good, if not better. As it is, the middle class is disappearing. And some of us are moving up. I plan to be one of them.
Wow... a complaint about class turned into a socio-political half-assed rant.
I would apologize, but I don't really feel that bad about it. In fact, I'm glad I said it.
In other news, I have at least one interview for an internship next week. It should be fun. I'm getting more confident in my cold-calling; hopefully that will lead somewhere as well.
This morning, I get to class and get a phone call from my mom saying that my debit card had some suspicious transactions on it. When I called the company, I learned that someone charged $430 to my card from a company in Spain. Got that taken care of. Weird.
During class, I made a remark about how I learned my lesson--until I have money, I'm going to back to Aveda Institutes. I dig student salons, especially because I know how valuable it is to people going through those programs. But honestly, that's beside the point. One of my lovely classmates then remarks that she doesn't go to the student salons as though she is too good--she doesn't need to. Her tone of voice made me want to vomit. I don't know as there is anything that offends me more than snot-nosed rich kids flaunting their ignorance and lack of real-world experience. Sure, I don't have a ton of money, but damn it, I work hard, I look decent (minus the fraggle-do) and I have just as much chance out here as they do.
To be quite frank (and aren't I always?), I am tired of being made to feel less for being a lower middle class kid daring to challenge the class system that we pretend does not exist in our culture. Every day of college was hard-earned. Yes, I had help from my parents, but damn it, they've worked hard too. My father has put his life on the line to give me this education. My mother tried to stay at home for me and my siblings and now works a part-time job in a sad, low-income grade school. I have worked since I was 16 years old, and I have busted my ass to make sure my grades could get me scholarships and that my performance in college could get me a job since nothing else will. I had a dream, and I did not keep my place. Honestly, that is part of my problem with my producing class. Most of that class--probably a good 80%, have no idea what it is like like to be made to feel so low. Most don't know what it's like to go without, to have to substitute real-world travels for books, to have to balance work and school and a perfect list of outside activities because advancing your place in society depends upon it; to have to make a $20 outfit look like $200 in order to land a job or a place among one's peers. It requires a certain amount of imagination, to be sure, and the lack of compassion and imagination in this class is astounding. As is the lack of tact, apparently.
Sure, I may be nothing like the studio execs I'm working for someday. I may not be what LA wants me to be, but damn it, I'm something just as good, if not better. As it is, the middle class is disappearing. And some of us are moving up. I plan to be one of them.
Wow... a complaint about class turned into a socio-political half-assed rant.
I would apologize, but I don't really feel that bad about it. In fact, I'm glad I said it.
In other news, I have at least one interview for an internship next week. It should be fun. I'm getting more confident in my cold-calling; hopefully that will lead somewhere as well.
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Week in Review
This weekend, we finished filming a web series, "Blue Movies" (www.watchbluemovies.com--the site is still under construction, so don't go yet). Quite the success for my first LA project. The cast and crew were great, and Scott, the writer/director, is quite talented. It has proven a pleasant relief from class. The contrast of people is remarkable.
My show bible is coming along quite nicely. I feel like I've got five characters who are both realistic and positive. The premise of the show is simple, and I would love to see this go into production for an 11-15-year-old audience. More and more, I feel I'm finding my niche writing for younger crowds. Perhaps because my own junior high and early high school years were so bizarre and mostly lonely. Excuse that slightly moody remark--I'm not angry. In fact, I think most people would say the same thing about their own lives. It's just true, and I think it was all for the best. I am the Samantha of today because of all those yesterdays.
This week, I learned that I will get to spend Easter with a family member. I might have mentioned this already, but I'm so excited that it's hard to contain. Okay, not too hard--it's contained very well in this little space, but in reality, and definitely internally, I am reacting, to quote Danny Boyle, "in the spirit of Tigger."
Right now, though, I desperately need sleep.
To my cast and crew reading this: bang-up job. I loved this weekend, and I love this project, and it was evident that all of you did as well!
My show bible is coming along quite nicely. I feel like I've got five characters who are both realistic and positive. The premise of the show is simple, and I would love to see this go into production for an 11-15-year-old audience. More and more, I feel I'm finding my niche writing for younger crowds. Perhaps because my own junior high and early high school years were so bizarre and mostly lonely. Excuse that slightly moody remark--I'm not angry. In fact, I think most people would say the same thing about their own lives. It's just true, and I think it was all for the best. I am the Samantha of today because of all those yesterdays.
This week, I learned that I will get to spend Easter with a family member. I might have mentioned this already, but I'm so excited that it's hard to contain. Okay, not too hard--it's contained very well in this little space, but in reality, and definitely internally, I am reacting, to quote Danny Boyle, "in the spirit of Tigger."
Right now, though, I desperately need sleep.
To my cast and crew reading this: bang-up job. I loved this weekend, and I love this project, and it was evident that all of you did as well!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The Puppies Aren't Aging...
The current litter of puppies that I belong to in the pet store known as Raleigh Studios refuses to grow. Although I have come to better understand and appreciate nearly every person in my current program, I am still shocked by the amount of bizarre behavior. For instance, yesterday, the room turned into a free-for-all when Jon came in to speak to us about the Warner Bros. 100 Points of Development. This speech really helps to understand what sort of projects can go into development and which might be considered potentially successful. However, sitting right next to Jon, I could often barely hear him over the inane chatter in the background. These chatty kathies the give rapt attention to any agent that walks into the room.
Right now, I am about to type words that I will probably have to eat in a few months: I never EVER want to work in an agency. I will do my very best to avoid it. An agency is no place for me; it would be this puppy environment constantly, and if there's one thing I cannot stand in this life, it is puppies. Even my own dogs at home, Jack and Lola, were barely tolerable before their 8 month birthdays. In fact, Lola has not reached her 8 month yet, and I cannot stand the cute little bundle of evil. But metaphorical puppies are even worse. Scrambling over one another hoping to make an impression on the corporate soulless devils that control the business. I can't. I won't.
If in six months I am at an agency, someone please smack me in the face.
Last night, I had a mini-breakdown trying to write a treatment. I called my mom. I have an idea that I know should work somehow. Mom made it work by combining it with a few other good ideas floating around in my existence. Some things will never change. I hope frantic phone calls to Mom who fixes everything is one of them.
In news outside of film...
Damn it. Hollywood has swallowed me whole.
When you get the chance, Mike has a new vlog post at mikeandcheese.com. Check it out. He raps about ninjas. Connor Price guest stars. Guest raps, rather.
Enjoy.
Right now, I am about to type words that I will probably have to eat in a few months: I never EVER want to work in an agency. I will do my very best to avoid it. An agency is no place for me; it would be this puppy environment constantly, and if there's one thing I cannot stand in this life, it is puppies. Even my own dogs at home, Jack and Lola, were barely tolerable before their 8 month birthdays. In fact, Lola has not reached her 8 month yet, and I cannot stand the cute little bundle of evil. But metaphorical puppies are even worse. Scrambling over one another hoping to make an impression on the corporate soulless devils that control the business. I can't. I won't.
If in six months I am at an agency, someone please smack me in the face.
Last night, I had a mini-breakdown trying to write a treatment. I called my mom. I have an idea that I know should work somehow. Mom made it work by combining it with a few other good ideas floating around in my existence. Some things will never change. I hope frantic phone calls to Mom who fixes everything is one of them.
In news outside of film...
Damn it. Hollywood has swallowed me whole.
When you get the chance, Mike has a new vlog post at mikeandcheese.com. Check it out. He raps about ninjas. Connor Price guest stars. Guest raps, rather.
Enjoy.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
And we're back
After spending a weekend in a porn studio, going to Century City, smoking again (I KNOW IT'S BAD... but you didn't have my week), video chatting and talking for two hours with my mom, and meeting probably 50 new people, I finally have time to sit and relax. And when I say relax I mean that I have no coverage for class, my treatment is in working condition, my HR article is read, and the screening tonight is over so I can breathe.
Still, I am not sure what I want to do in film or in The Industry (I feel like ominous music should play here). I met a man named Jeff who had a great time with production design and art department on my shoot. He made it fun. I have been toying with the idea of line producing, since that was my primary function on this web series (I will post more as it nears completion). However, I don't know if any sort of producing is for me. Socializing, even if it is something I am adept with, is exhausting. I do not want to spend my whole life uncomfortable. Not when I could work with a crew that I love on a regular basis and live in my head when I'm not on set and write. That is my goal. And I want to make a TV show like iCarly, I think. Or like The Muppet show. Something that is an escape.
Yesterday was a day of really stimulating conversation. As mentioned before, my mother and I talked for nearly two and a half hours. I love my family, and I miss them so much. I don't care where I see them, because I really love LA and I really don't like Rock Island, but I want and need to see them soon. I had an idea for a romantic comedy, and as I hashed that out, I started toying with the TV show I have to write as well. It is a terrible idea and Nick told me so. Nick told me a lot of things--he's like a bag of Lays. You cannot get just one thought out of Nick. You get the whole story of life, the universe, and everything, only from an angry German-American sort of person and not the jovial Brit Douglas Adams. As always, it was fun, though.
Then I talked to Cody--always a good time. I have a collection of older brothers whom I love very much. On a funny note, when I posted earlier this week on facebook asking if I should go to San Francisco or San Diego, my brother figures and my actual brother all picked the shorter, safer drive. Everyone else picked San Francisco. Good to know I've got a group who has my back somewhere in this world.
So I learned a lot from three people who are in Illinois right now. I feel like, at some point in my existence, there needs to be a tangible, reachable place where I can have The River, public transit, and everyone I love in one place. It's never going to happen, but this place is wonderful and it's the capital of Samland. I call it Home. It's sort of like the end of Big Fish when Edward goes to his river at the end. But less sad and more full of life.
This probably doesn't make any sense. I am going to go to sleep now. Hopefully, I remember to post more than once every two weeks. Here's to another adventure!
Still, I am not sure what I want to do in film or in The Industry (I feel like ominous music should play here). I met a man named Jeff who had a great time with production design and art department on my shoot. He made it fun. I have been toying with the idea of line producing, since that was my primary function on this web series (I will post more as it nears completion). However, I don't know if any sort of producing is for me. Socializing, even if it is something I am adept with, is exhausting. I do not want to spend my whole life uncomfortable. Not when I could work with a crew that I love on a regular basis and live in my head when I'm not on set and write. That is my goal. And I want to make a TV show like iCarly, I think. Or like The Muppet show. Something that is an escape.
Yesterday was a day of really stimulating conversation. As mentioned before, my mother and I talked for nearly two and a half hours. I love my family, and I miss them so much. I don't care where I see them, because I really love LA and I really don't like Rock Island, but I want and need to see them soon. I had an idea for a romantic comedy, and as I hashed that out, I started toying with the TV show I have to write as well. It is a terrible idea and Nick told me so. Nick told me a lot of things--he's like a bag of Lays. You cannot get just one thought out of Nick. You get the whole story of life, the universe, and everything, only from an angry German-American sort of person and not the jovial Brit Douglas Adams. As always, it was fun, though.
Then I talked to Cody--always a good time. I have a collection of older brothers whom I love very much. On a funny note, when I posted earlier this week on facebook asking if I should go to San Francisco or San Diego, my brother figures and my actual brother all picked the shorter, safer drive. Everyone else picked San Francisco. Good to know I've got a group who has my back somewhere in this world.
So I learned a lot from three people who are in Illinois right now. I feel like, at some point in my existence, there needs to be a tangible, reachable place where I can have The River, public transit, and everyone I love in one place. It's never going to happen, but this place is wonderful and it's the capital of Samland. I call it Home. It's sort of like the end of Big Fish when Edward goes to his river at the end. But less sad and more full of life.
This probably doesn't make any sense. I am going to go to sleep now. Hopefully, I remember to post more than once every two weeks. Here's to another adventure!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Los Angeles is getting to me. I noticed it when I walked into my new class and had stuff to say. I wasn't shy and awkward. And I didn't laugh too much.
The thing with a new class is that I notice how I've changed since the first one. The whole Raleigh Studios thing is still new to them, and people say things like "What have they done besides The Closer?" And I ask myself, "What sort of question is that? The Closer is kind of a big deal. And if that's not, then what is?"
My opinions are quieter, unless I'm with friends or talking on the phone with folks from Chicago. Quieter, though, does not mean that I'm at the ideal stage of "like-land" in which anything, it seems, is worthwhile.
It's also weird to see the "puppy" effect again. Our first week of drama writing, any time an instructor or speaker asked a question, we practically bit one-another's heads off to answer--like puppies biting each other's ears to be the one to go to a new home. It all starts again--people competing rather than helping. It's more about notice and knowledge. Thing is, everyone expects you to fight your way to the top. It's like a quest, I suppose.
Most days, I feel like I'm learning a lot. I still have my moments where I just get frustrated and lonely, but, for the most part, I feel like I can see some measurable difference in my ability to handle H-town.
I guess that's it for tonight. This was a weird day. And a weird post. I need a hike.
The thing with a new class is that I notice how I've changed since the first one. The whole Raleigh Studios thing is still new to them, and people say things like "What have they done besides The Closer?" And I ask myself, "What sort of question is that? The Closer is kind of a big deal. And if that's not, then what is?"
My opinions are quieter, unless I'm with friends or talking on the phone with folks from Chicago. Quieter, though, does not mean that I'm at the ideal stage of "like-land" in which anything, it seems, is worthwhile.
It's also weird to see the "puppy" effect again. Our first week of drama writing, any time an instructor or speaker asked a question, we practically bit one-another's heads off to answer--like puppies biting each other's ears to be the one to go to a new home. It all starts again--people competing rather than helping. It's more about notice and knowledge. Thing is, everyone expects you to fight your way to the top. It's like a quest, I suppose.
Most days, I feel like I'm learning a lot. I still have my moments where I just get frustrated and lonely, but, for the most part, I feel like I can see some measurable difference in my ability to handle H-town.
I guess that's it for tonight. This was a weird day. And a weird post. I need a hike.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Nouning: SiLA Drama Writing
This one, too, will receive positive and negative feedback because there is just too much to be said both ways.
All I know is that I'm glad it's over.
Positive (SiLA Drama) People:
1. Rachel: Awesome (outspoken) Friend
2. Eric: Awesome (Morgan Freeman-loving) Friend
3. Jack: Awesome (non-Charles) Instructor
4. Astride: Awesome (full-bellied) laughter
5. Rebecca: Awesome (Jim) facial expressions
6. Diablo Cody: Awesome (crazy) WGA Speaker
7. Raleigh Studios Parking Facility Guys: Awesome (Funny) Start to my morning
Positive (SiLA Drama) Places:
1. WGA West Building: Awesome (Free!) Lecture Facility
2. AstroBurger: Awesome (Post-class) Hangout
3. Raleigh Studios: Awesome (Classroom) Facility
Positive (SiLA Drama) Things:
1. Without a Trace Spec: Awesome (not-so-awesome) first attempt at a first draft of a TV spec
2. Feedback: Awesome (20-scripts worth) notes on the spec
3. Connections: Awesome (friends and lecturers) expansion of my people-base out here
Negative (SiLA Drama) People:
1. C.M.: Ookie (Creepy and arrogant) classmate
2. C.H.: Ookie (Disrespectful and tardy) instructor
3. T.S.: Ookie (obnoxious lump) classmate
4. L.D.: Ookie (worthless) showrunner giving me "feedback"
Negative (SiLA Drama) Places:
1. Hollywood: Ookie (dirty) town
2. Raleigh's Bathrooms: Ookie (small and cramped) potties
3. Palms Thai: Ookie (bad pad thai with tofu) class dinner
Negative (SiLA Drama) Things:
1. 3-hour days: Ookie (short and worthless) class times
2. One week off: Ookie (lack of learning) break in our $10,000 schedule
3. Communication breakdown: Ookie (typical of Columbia) bane of this program's existence
4. Copier: Ookie (Murphey's Law Loving) Breakdown Beast
So there it is. In all, I met good people, but the lack of classtime and respect from one of the instructors was very disappointing. Here's to producing next week!
All I know is that I'm glad it's over.
Positive (SiLA Drama) People:
1. Rachel: Awesome (outspoken) Friend
2. Eric: Awesome (Morgan Freeman-loving) Friend
3. Jack: Awesome (non-Charles) Instructor
4. Astride: Awesome (full-bellied) laughter
5. Rebecca: Awesome (Jim) facial expressions
6. Diablo Cody: Awesome (crazy) WGA Speaker
7. Raleigh Studios Parking Facility Guys: Awesome (Funny) Start to my morning
Positive (SiLA Drama) Places:
1. WGA West Building: Awesome (Free!) Lecture Facility
2. AstroBurger: Awesome (Post-class) Hangout
3. Raleigh Studios: Awesome (Classroom) Facility
Positive (SiLA Drama) Things:
1. Without a Trace Spec: Awesome (not-so-awesome) first attempt at a first draft of a TV spec
2. Feedback: Awesome (20-scripts worth) notes on the spec
3. Connections: Awesome (friends and lecturers) expansion of my people-base out here
Negative (SiLA Drama) People:
1. C.M.: Ookie (Creepy and arrogant) classmate
2. C.H.: Ookie (Disrespectful and tardy) instructor
3. T.S.: Ookie (obnoxious lump) classmate
4. L.D.: Ookie (worthless) showrunner giving me "feedback"
Negative (SiLA Drama) Places:
1. Hollywood: Ookie (dirty) town
2. Raleigh's Bathrooms: Ookie (small and cramped) potties
3. Palms Thai: Ookie (bad pad thai with tofu) class dinner
Negative (SiLA Drama) Things:
1. 3-hour days: Ookie (short and worthless) class times
2. One week off: Ookie (lack of learning) break in our $10,000 schedule
3. Communication breakdown: Ookie (typical of Columbia) bane of this program's existence
4. Copier: Ookie (Murphey's Law Loving) Breakdown Beast
So there it is. In all, I met good people, but the lack of classtime and respect from one of the instructors was very disappointing. Here's to producing next week!
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