This Is A Job For...: 2012

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

trees on cliffs, China

trees on cliffs, China, a photo by Jerrold on Flickr.

This may or may not be an inspiration for something that I write at some point in the future.

Who's to say? Let me know what you think when you think it in the comments section below.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Enjoying the Sunset

Enjoying the Sunset, a photo by laverrue on Flickr.

Consider this the pages of the morning, as this is going to go all over the place. Where is here? The Place.

Didn't realize we were playing Jeopardy, did you? Indeed. Oh, in case it comes up, or goes down, I'm attempting to hit an artificial word count by 7a PST. Probably won't happen, but hey, what do I know?

Nobody knows anything, as we've previously discussed, probably elsewhere, as I don't think I've put any screenwriting related material here. Well, it all is, actually.

I've been once again told to have a super sparkly day. I would consent to do that, however, I'm not truly sure I know what that is.

If you, or anyone you know, can adequately describe a super sparkly day in let's say, 140 characters or less, mention it to me on Twitter. You may win something. The usual prize, if you know what that is. I'll upgrade you to VIP status for 2013 ;)

Also unclear on the concept of 2nd Breakfast. I mean, I know it's the most important meal of the day, but do you seriously need to eat it twice? What's next, 3rd lunch?

24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week, approximately. This may be why the TARDIS is constantly going to nowhere in particular. There has to be a fixed point in space/time that it holds to, in order to figure out where to go, and how to get there.

Speaking of which, how far is infinity, anyways? I read an article in a photo magazine when I was a young lad, not to be confused with being Young Lad(more on him, later), that stated different cameras have a different definition of how far infinity is. Of course, this was the analog age, and as with all things digital, your vanishing point may go away entirely ;)

I just heard the famous Jean-Luc Godard quote. Famous French director of the infamous French. So good, that they'd take his direction. Sometimes, they'd even give it back. I'm just writing words in random order now, they just happen to make sense.

All the works of Shakespeare? That's easy. I follow two 'bots on Twitter that tweet them out. Great stuff, if you enjoy reading Sir William 140 at a time....

There may be a conclusion to be had here, however, you may have just been had yourself.

Leave a comment below if you so desire, and I may even reply. Thanks for your time.

72 and sunny in Redondo Beach, as always. Adjust your expectations accordingly.

Via Flickr:
Canal Street, Manhattan, NYC

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Captain Kirk!!!

A picture of the plaque at Riverside, Iowa, reading "Future Birthplace of Captain James T. Kirk March 22, 2228". (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was speaking with my daughter recently, as I get to do, as, I'm her dad, and I came to the conclusion that improv is everything. And the ultimate example of it comes to me in the form of, Captain Kirk.

I do understand that he's a character from a fictional TV show that aired first in the 60's, however, it follows that his method for original thinking in pressure situations is what made him unique.

I'm always reminded of the scene from A Piece of the Action when he becomes a mobster, in order to undo the violation of the Prime Directive that was made when a previous starship visited the planet what was it, a hundred years ago?

The best illustration of Kirk's improv ability comes from his creation of the game of Fizzbin. A mythical card game he makes up on the spot, and he even has Spock to back him up, and fill in the details. "Each player gets six cards. Except for the dealer, and the guy on the dealer's right, who get seven, except on Tuesday," is how he starts out. The henchmen guarding Kirk and Spock are immediately sucked into the game, and distracted to the point wherein Kirk 'accidentally' drops a card on the floor, and everyone looks at it. Kirk flips the table, Spock takes out another with a Vulcan nerve pinch, and they make their escape.

I've spoken several times before, or at least once, about that you don't wake up with a script on your nightstand, telling you what to do, where to go, and what to say. We are not robots, we have free will to do as we want, and we are accountable to whomever you hold in high regard. You may have a plan as to what you're going to do today, but you truly don't know how that's going to turn out.

You may have to improvise. Thinking on your feet is a valuable skill, that can be cultivated, and learned. You probably won't have to escape from henchmen that are holding you prisoner, however, there may be a situation in your life where you find yourself unexpectedly.

At which point, you might have to play Fizzbin.

72 and sunny in Redondo Beach.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Shazam! - Series 1 ( DC Direct )

Shazam! - Series 1 ( DC Direct ), a photo by Leandro [ Egon ] on Flickr.

Looks like the lightning fired too hot, and turned her costume white ;)

Monday, January 23, 2012

Cheerleaders!!!

Image via WikipediaI saw a tweet, from my good friend @JessicaNorthey that simply read, "How do you feel today?" And I was reminded of a cheer from my high school days. The yell leader (male version of cheerleader, remember I went to high school in the 70's) would shout, "Hey cheerleaders, how do you feel?" to which they'd reply via dance that twirled their skirts up while they squated down, "We feel good. A do it, do it, do it, umph!"

This cheer usually opened the second half, depending on how the North Hollywood Huskies were doing at the same time, simply to bring up the crowd. After the cheerleaders' initial response, he'd again shout, "How do you really feel???" This is where the fun begins....

They'd dance and swing their hips to to tune of, "My back is breakin' my fingers ache, my hips are shakin' to the left, right left..." and then they'd collapse. The weird part comes from my perspective up in the announcer's box, with my binoculars in hand. And before you jump to conclusions, yes, I was asked to help the announcer with play calling. Staring at cheerleaders in between plays was how you say, a perk. It also helped that I had a crush on one of them, but that's another post for another time, at quite possibly a website that I'll never write for. Or to.

Anyways, as an audience member, when they said left, their hips went right, and vice versa. Now, being classically trained in stage, I knew they were performing for the audience, however, to a crazy mixed up kid like myself, it could be construed as confusing as well.

How can we apply this to today? I don't know, I'm just a reporter. Of course, Clark Kent used that excuse a few times, so, maybe I'm in good company.

Currently, it's raining in Redondo, but it must be 72 and sunny somewhere....