April 24, 1997

Needed: 1 Stunt Double

Also, I photograph much better from the left than the right.

I know I'm not supposed to take it personally when someone tries to kill me but dammit, I still do. Driving home just now a stupid old man in a stupid car moved out of the lane, then moved back into it -- when I was already there. I damn near went off the road and my heart is still pounding.

This after the first nervous scare of the day: we watched the movie we have to analyse for Script Analysis class. The Americanization of Emily...brrrrr. Script by Paddy Chayefsky. Just as there is no word in any language that means "the subtlety of Sam Raimi", there is no word for "the terseness of Paddy Chayefsky." Why show something when you can say it, preferably in speeches a page long?

Every goddam scene there's another speech. Oy.

I made a list of everything I have to get done over the coming week, most particularly this weekend. A final, a couple of papers, two project shoots (Friday night and Saturday day), plus, you know, that script thingie-majig.

Well, nothing to it but to do it, I guess. Just don't be surprised if I'm not posting very often over the next couple of days. Actually, I'll probably post more, because I'll be at my computer every second.

Last night Darin and I went out for Thai food at Lanna-Thai, which was pretty good. We've been finding some good restaurants, which is important for our psychic well-being (snarf).

Tonight is the first new Babylon 5 in a while, but I've decided I can't go. Next week I'll watch. I promise. I really really will. Probably because Darin wants to have the party at our place. Wheee!

I've seen this episode already, albeit without music or sound effects or visual effects.

...Phew. Just found the storyboards for The End of her Rope, which means I don't have to go over the whole damn thing again and do new ones for a project that has already been shot and edited. That's one major thing off this weekend's agenda.

Darin asked me when the next time we can work on the house is. I said, "Next week." He thought I was kidding -- I wasn't, and by next week my parents will be here. ("Just ignore the boxes, Mom.") I have to buckle down and roll with the punches this weekend, because it's going to be tough, and when the going gets tough, I tend to take a lot more naps.