21 October 2012
Earlier this year, I participated in the 72 Hour Script Fest. I had to write a seven-page screenplay for a short film in 72 hours. I had three criteria:
- Setting – the forest
- Genre – Sci-fi
- Central thematic element – spilling coffee on oneself
In a basement in Ogden, UT, in the house of The Hippo’s parents, I brought forth The Pariah of Aquimon.
I submitted my script and ended up one of the 30 finalists. This meant, a team (or teams) would pick my script as their criteria for the 72 Hour Film Fest.
I learned during the competition that a group of three 17-year-olds and two 19-year-olds had picked my script and were filming their adaptation.
You can see the film, by Ashley Ellis Productions, here.
10 October 2011
Good evening beautiful friends and sexy loves.
The smell of family recipe cookies wafts (or way-fts for our Swedish readers) through our apartment as I sit almost too tired to move from the couch. I’m paralyzed by early mornings and late nights and a perpetual motion of mental activity.
I am listening to “Graceland” and thinking life is the best thing since sliced bread and one day we all “will be received down in Graceland.” I’m taken by simply knowing “losing love is like a window in your heart. Everybody sees you’re blown apart. Everybody sees the wind blow.”
Today I walked through the park on the way home and stood with the occupants of Occupy DC and realized that life is changing. Old fucks and their ways will die and be washed away and will only be stories nostalgic parents tell their incredulous children.
When dancing at bars and clubs, does anyone go to just dance or must one be on display, dancing to lure and gyrating to capture the attention of “crashing bores”?
Thanks to a friend who is incredibly talented, I had the opportunity to be in a short film that was beautifully shot and ended up winning two awards at the 72 Hour Film Fest.
Life is what it is and it is mine.
As they say, “What a fine day for a parade.”