Big Black Bugs Bleed Blue Blood

So, this weekend will be the first time I've read thru the script with anyone. Good old Gib is coming home for the weekend for his sister Lydia's birthday. We're going to sneak off somewhere between cake and ice cream to come over and sit down for a few hours and we're going to start cutting and rewriting and reworking and rethinking plot points and what not. Then, we're going to sneak back and say "The cake was awesome" and hope that no one noticed we were gone. That should work. I mean, I did just make it up, so it can't fail.

This little short film of mine might break the all time record for using the word "fuck." I think in fifty pages, I used it about two hundred times. That's way more than the South Park movie and a bit more than Scarface, which I guess had 182 fucks. But, I'm doing it in what will end up being thirty minutes. Church groups everywhere will be begging for a copy of this movie.

I just bought the Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou last night. They recorded the commentary for it in the bar where Wes Anderson and his writing partner wrote the script. That's a pretty rad idea. I think I'm going to do a commentary to my movie even if I never let anyone see it. I'll just watch it and talk about it and then lock it up in a vault. That sounds like a lame idea. It's soooo me.

Well, I'm lame and it's getting pretty early in the evening. You know what that means! Yup, time to go be boring somewhere other than in front of this computer.

Fuck you dyke....