January 21st, 2009
I couldn’t track down a clip of this scene, so I’m trusting Dr. Google to have the dialogue (somewhat) correct. This is from Family Guy:
(After Meg finishes typing on laptop.)
Chris: Meg, you are so full of crap. You’re like those people who sit in Starbucks and publicly write on their laptops. (Scene with two guys typing on their laptops in Starbucks.)
Guy #2: Hey, getting some writing done there buddy?
Guy #1: Yeah, setting up in public so everybody can watch me type my big screenplay.
Guy #2: Me too. All real writers need to be seen writing otherwise what’s the point, right?
Guy #1: You should totally write that down!
Guy #2: Okay, will you watch me? (more…)
August 26th, 2008
Four years ago I was struck with an idea so hard that it caused brain damage and made me think I wanted to be a writer. I think there is some internal bleeding or something, because I still think that’s a good idea, and I’d still like to “do it professionally,” if that even means anything. (more…)
July 15th, 2008
Let’s have a show of hands: How many of you tend to be paranoid and pessimistic? Be honest now.
I listened to the latest Webcomics Weekly and found a great deal of comfort in Kris Straub and Dave Kellett bouncing worst-case scenarios off each other. Turns out if I’m crazy, it’s at least a manageable kind of crazy.
For example, I’ll paraphrase a brief exchange I had with my wife:
Wife: Hey, you know that doll I set out on the shelf yesterday?
Me: Yeah?
Wife: I looked it up online, and it turns out its actually worth something.
Me: OH MAN I thought you were going to say the cat broke it.
And that’s pretty standard fare. In fact, today I had to call the management company that owns our former apartment complex to find out why our security deposit hasn’t been returned yet. I’ve been dreading the call for weeks, each day imagining one more way in which they would get angry and want more money and yell at me and send me to jail and send collections after me and not want to be friends… when, in actuality, I spent a grand total of about ten minutes on the phone with a very nice woman who wanted to make absolutely sure I was taken care of. Weird.
Speaking of Dave Kellett, the man is brilliant.
So…what flavor of neurotic are you?
Like