here’s a brief scene from my new screenplay. The set-up is a guy, probably Canadian, sitting in a chair, and Samuel Jackson aiming a large gun at his head:
SJ: “Say it again! Say ‘orientated’ one more time, motha fucka! I dare you, say it one more time!”
and… scene.
I left work early on Friday and had a glorious afternoon in the sun.
nee-ner nee-ner nee-ner.
I’ve got 2 things - do you ever wish an old rock star could be young again? I was just thinking that Perry Farrell from Janes Addiction and the remnants of Rage Against The Machine would have made a great band too.
had a pretty dull weekend except that T was sick and wanted to be near me the whole time. She said something to me that I thought I’d never hear:
“please step away from the doughnuts.”
first time in my life i ever felt like Homer Simpson.
I was reminded of the above Dorothy Parker quote this morning when T said, “I had such a bad headache last night that I dreamt that I was at work with a bad headache.”
she also said “holy icky” a couple days ago. I love hearing people try to find words and succeeding in an unusual way.