The Plan!
We will stay on in LPL and USAir until March, unless the office will have been closed down before that date.
Meanwhile: 2 trips, I guess. Next week via DXB and the 7's to BKK for a week and suffer Christmas Callcentre Blues thereafter. In Jan, with Grace and Vale to Mexico, unless these plans get cancelled as usual.
Gives me a bit of time to study Japanese and prepare my new short plan! I'm about to make a "pilot" of my full movie, rewriting the story to be filmable from LPL only (i.e.w/o nn for tvl), warping about even worse than Almódovar between here there then and now. 1 problem... tvlwise: need an airport and busier than LPL, even MAN might not do... LHR best, but workaround exists... msging about conx into north.
First and bare backbone draft:
Actors needed: Son, Girl, Daddy, Mother, a flash of wife, Stunner.
Timeframe... 10' max... stories to be told: daddy meets mommy in pictures, boy meets girl in pub, daddy in midlife crisis (after the whole world turned against him) tries to re-live the past, girl tries to find father, boy trying to shake off family ties.
Scene 1: Beautiful young Girl waiting at busstation, bus to pull in at apt with Daddy getting off, and returning to origin with Girl. Will cross and nearly bump into one another, nobody knows nada. Stunner around.
Scene 2: Girl checks in at LPL hostel.
Scene 3: Daddy shows pictures from gap-year to Son via chat/FB/whatever, already far away.
Scene 4: Son having a lonely pint in dark alternative pub. Stunner around.
Scene 5: Daddy and wife big fight, harsh final words, slamming doors, suitcase out of the window.
Scene 6: Mother talks to Girl on FB/whatever, begging her to come back home untill shouting "Es el!"
Scene 7: Daddy gets made redundant in company closure: letter, newsflashes, newspaper, crisis, DOOOOM.
Scene 8: Dark alternative pub, Girl asks lonely Son why he is alone. Stunner around. We explain the whole story: parents seperated, still very fresh, dad fucked off. Girl says he should be happy to know his dad, she's looking for hers. DOOOOOM!!! A question, a smile, a drink, a blush, an email and a phone number. Mainly though just dark music, staring at a pint and sighs. Friday
Scene 9: Mother talks to Girl on FB/whatever
Scene 10: Daddy talks to Son on FB/whatever
Scene 11: Son in front of tvl agcy window. Stunner around. Saturday
Scene 12: Son having breakfast in kitchen with wife, Sunday, phone rings, Girl calling, wife slamming Daddy (just like your father), Son pushing/spilling cereals all over and slamming door before answering.
Scene 13: Son and Girl in park Stunner around.
Scene 14: Son and Girl in pub, Stunner around.
Scene 15: Son and Girl in bedroom, FB, "Es El!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
FIN
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
And again, we need a restart.
Time for hibernation now, maybe that revives the need for introspection a bit more.
Frustration is all I'm getting lately. Unsettled with the contradictions I'm supposed to live up to at the office, there are signs I might still have a brain after all. It's difficult doing a brainless job, I mean a job in which not thinking is requirement, a rule. Having lived a life full of colours, albeit hidden in grey folds, it's turning impossible to believe there's only black and white. No light, or too much light, either way, you don't see anything. A black and white world.
If there is no maybe, there's no might. If there is no promise, there is no flight.
Chuck it out!!!! Or wait, still having plans, still thinking of doing something. I've been told I shouldn't think and especially I shouldn't be doing things, not on my own initiative.
The future is getting dark, they're going to need me, but I can do without them better than ever before. They're going to chuck me out. Jealousy is what I'm waiting for, I won't get it though. Smalltime fry, can't blame them for having been produced purposefully shortsighted...
If there is a past, there is a future and as such the present is futile. I need to rethink when to use my brain, when to lock it away and when to let it run free. How long should the leash be?
Moving to the desert might be a bit hard. A mountaintop or a tree seem better to me, especially the latter. A tree gives shelter with it's leaves and branches, A tree is strong, a tree gives life. The internet, the exact medium I'm using now, doesn't do any of those.
Time for hibernation now, maybe that revives the need for introspection a bit more.
Frustration is all I'm getting lately. Unsettled with the contradictions I'm supposed to live up to at the office, there are signs I might still have a brain after all. It's difficult doing a brainless job, I mean a job in which not thinking is requirement, a rule. Having lived a life full of colours, albeit hidden in grey folds, it's turning impossible to believe there's only black and white. No light, or too much light, either way, you don't see anything. A black and white world.
If there is no maybe, there's no might. If there is no promise, there is no flight.
Chuck it out!!!! Or wait, still having plans, still thinking of doing something. I've been told I shouldn't think and especially I shouldn't be doing things, not on my own initiative.
The future is getting dark, they're going to need me, but I can do without them better than ever before. They're going to chuck me out. Jealousy is what I'm waiting for, I won't get it though. Smalltime fry, can't blame them for having been produced purposefully shortsighted...
If there is a past, there is a future and as such the present is futile. I need to rethink when to use my brain, when to lock it away and when to let it run free. How long should the leash be?
Moving to the desert might be a bit hard. A mountaintop or a tree seem better to me, especially the latter. A tree gives shelter with it's leaves and branches, A tree is strong, a tree gives life. The internet, the exact medium I'm using now, doesn't do any of those.
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