also: mike is moving WHERE?
Most troublesome of all, however, is the film's love of technology in its rich display of digital and special effects, even while serving up a "Frankenstein"-like message that science and technology are bad, bad, bad. It's a contradiction that has bedeviled Hollywood for years, but seldom so glaringly.
Since I'm in a Canadian kind of mood: name the provinces and territories of Canada.
Bonus points: name their capitals.
(Don't send me your answers. This is just a little way to expand your horizons. Honest.)
I made the quarterfinals of the Nicholl Fellowship competition!
I realize that saying this forces me to admit in the future when I get dinked, but I'm pretty happy right now! This marks the first time I've advanced in a competition, so I'm ecstatic.
The Irish script, by the way, is the one that advanced. Greg Beal, who runs the competition, put a note on the dink letter for the high school script, saying that it just missed the cut--it was in the next 100 scripts. (And I talked to Len a few weeks ago about the script--he really liked it, and he suggested a way better ending for it, so next year...)
I felt so validated I immediately took a nap.
Mike, of the Guys, moved to Phoenix, Arizona today. I did my best, honest--"Why? Why would you want to move there??"--but he moved anyhow.
Last night we had a party for him--Darin, me, Brent, Therese, Harry, and Al. We went to Buca di Beppo in Encino. Buca di Beppo is an Italian restaurant that serves huge portions. As I said to Darin, "Lessee...seven hungry adults....that's one entree?"
Turns out Encino's a good place to scope for stars. Well, TV stars. (Movie stars live on the West side, TV stars live in the Valley.) As we waited out on the front patio, Sammo Hung came out and smoked. He looked very...pensive. Darin thought he looked unhappy, and I said he always looks like that on the TV show. Then, when we were seated out on the back patio, Mike looked up and said, "Hey, that's Captain Kirk!" I was cool, I did not swivel around to look at him, and so I missed seeing him altogether. But everyone else at the table confirmed that it was indeed William Shatner.
Mike said, "Leave it until the last day I'm here."
After dinner we all came back to our house, where we served cake.
Brent and Therese gave Mike a bag of gifts to get through life: a canteen, a compass, and a few other camping-type things...but no food, "so that you'll always stay hungry." I thought it was a great gesture.
He decided to move anyhow.
The other two Guys, Al and Harry, are moving out of their house next month and getting apartments in different communities. So there will be no more "Darin went over to the Guys'" stories.
Mike (with Harry in the background)
Al
Brent
Therese
(Therese saw me taking pictures and did her best Kate Winslet impression. I said, Oh, that's good--wait, you forgot to take your clothes off.)
Harry
Mike again
Darin talks to the masses
Me and Darin
The answer to yesterday's question: Jean Chrétien is the Prime Minister of Canada.
I am so embarrassed. I didn't know the answer. The only name I could think of was Brian Mulroney, for crying out loud--I knew he wasn't the Prime Minister; I just couldn't think of who was.
(Hey--I'm secure enough in what I do know to admit what I don't. Now you know why I'm doing this quiz.)
This is the kind of thing that's going to start war between our two nations, I just know it. And I think Canada's too polite to let us know they've got the Bomb. Is that Scott Anderson rallying the troops now?
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