Keepin it movin

DRONE is out to 9 managers. Holding my breath, crossing my fingers.

The other top secret project is coming along slowly but surely. If it works, it may turn quite a few heads.

GAL number 3

Great Action Lines is back.
This one from Bourne Identity.



BOURNE crossing the street. Shit, there's A COP on the
corner -- turn -- change pace -- make it look natural --

His thoughts. Love it.

I am the maniac

Another four seconds since my last post...
That's what it feels like.

Enter the Void changed my life. Allowed me to see what I hadn't before.
So now I'm in the lab working on something new and experimental.
Something that's going to change the game...

If it works.

Drone is nearly done. Truly a fun write. 1st draft going out next week to the respective people.

Freed Men is making progress slowly. Just gotta make fans out of the masses.

And I'm attempting to get the pH level of my body to a more alkaline state. More veges, more fruit, no soda, no fast food.
We'll see how that goes : p

Little realizations.

A painting entitled 'Extasy'

Wow. Just staged a power writing session. 10 hours straight. 16 pages done of my new script and i'm pleased with them.

Something I realized that good movies are mostly about:

A constant stream of realizations and understandings from the characters.

Bit by bit, characters have realizations and slowly change for the better (or worse). That's it. Pretty simple.

Listening to Royksopp: Silver cruiser

/Revival/

Been off this thing for a while. Life got pretty hectic (relatively speaking).
So Freed Men is done and some cool people have read it and really liked it. Waiting for one more to read it before my next move.

I've started heavily outlining and researching my next feature project. It's a thriller and it's awesome. High concept. Gonna be tough but gonna be fun and hopefully make me some $$$$$$. Really? Does that really even happen in real life? We'll see.

Listening to: The Inception Soundtrack.
Hanssssssssss

What I remember

I remember a hospital.
I remember the fires in san francisco at my aunt's wedding.
I remember holding the snake on my birthday.
I remember the box of cheerios that sat on my neighbors window sill when I was seven.
I remember the avacados falling from our tree in the backyard.
I remember playing pitfall with zach on his computer in the garage.
I remember learning to blow a buble with gum at his house. And all his cats.
I remember swining on the branches outside the house on crest drive.
I remember the basketball hoop in my garage coming loose and falling on my friend.
I remember riding in the ambulance to the hospital with my mom.
I remember subway rides home from work in philadelphia late at night.
I remember my first kiss under the moonlight and how nervous I was.
I remember getting my sega saturn and playing Nights on it. And Radiant Silvergun. And Burning Rangers.
I remember trips to the pool at the jewish center off of san vicente.
I remember the day I got in an accident. And sitting on a trampoline that night, staring out at the ocean.
I remember creepy crawlers in the oven. And picking fruit of my tree in mar vista.
I remember pissing on the handball court at westwood and my dad getting mad at me for it.
I remember walking the goats my teacher had outside our classroom across the blacktop.
I remember playing that game with the pool sticks and the pieces that went around the board after school.
I remember learning about the jungle and being fascinated in 2nd grade.
I remember my teacher writing on my report card- has a hard time separating reality from fantasy. And being so greatful for that now.
I remember sledding down hills in the park in mission viejo. And skateboarding with tesoro every freakin day.
I remember listening to rap songs in his mom's car. And playing San Francisco rush on his N64.
I remember playing game gear with michael at my house the first time he came over. Mortal Kombat.
I remember MK gold at Justin's house. And hurting my back on his parent's exercise ball.
I remember waking up early everyday for zero period. Trecking through the greenbelt to get to marching band practice and always being late. And getting punched by the trumpet kid in the face.
And punched by Michael at Del Taco then going back and sitting down at our table like nothing happened.
I remember rubbing tree cones on the ground real fast and my dad telling me that the warmth was called friction.
I remember shooting off rockets with those little engines inside that exploded.
I remember boy scout meetings at that kids house with the huge backyard off of wilshire.
I remember running around temple isiah and having a blast. I remember learning songs in the basement.
I remember being the plant in little shop of horrors and how hot it got under that costume. I remember seeing that hot girl also in the musical undressing on the other side of the curtain.
I remember playing Magic the Gathering a million times. I remember hating poker.
I remember the garden at castle heights. I remember attatching bottle caps with strings to plastic bags and watching them fly up then come back down. I remember making little boats out of leafs and pushing them into the running water on the asphault.
I remember trading x men cards. and playing that skateboarding game on nintendo after school.
I remember eating pizza at the place on robertson then playing centipede on the arcade games.
I remember palace park before it was boomers.
I remember thinking there was a shark in the pool at La Meridian in newport beach.
I remember smoking up on that hill in turtle rock. I remember the first time smoking in the back of a car by blue lake south.
I remember filming recollection.
I remember the cold nights in philly on the way to parties. And trying to psyche myself and evan into thinking it was actually warm.
I remember kids jacking the guy jogging next to me at the track.
I remember wearing bugle boy all the time and drawing a picture of the dinosaur on one of the shirts one night.
I remember parachute men. I remember playing the first prince of persia on my little mac back in like 96'. And Spectre Challenge.
I remember playing catch with my mom.
And sucking at baseball. And my coach saying the best thing about me being on the team was 'that one time i hit a triple.'
I remember walking home after 6th grade class. And playing when you wish upon a star at the graduation ceremony.
I remember telling little kids in the jacuzzi how intense 9th grade was.
And battle rapping against danny there.
I remember epic look out points at night.
And all the lights going out in the neighborhood and byron saying it's an EMP grenade.
I remember seeing fifth element in the theatre. And toy story. And lion king. And species.
I remember hail coming down in LA on the day i bought the toy car.
I remember Walter's old volvo and old house and talking to him about ww2.
I remember asking Doug about motorcycles.
I remember lying the first time and my mom finding out after camp.
I remember sleeping under the stars at Jameson Ranch. And the huge boulder we climbed.
I remember getting scared by my friends in the middle of the night on my birthday.
I remember wandering around irvine on foot before i had a license.
I remember driving all the way to Brea with Charley just to buy Hollister clothes.
I remember losing my virginity after that house party in philly.
I remember being Freud at the state championships.
I remember the haunted house in santa monica freaking the shit out of me.
I remember not knowing a thing about screenwriting.
I remember practicing piano. And my ten million different teachers. Like Svetlana.
I remember learning how to type on a keyboard in 1st grade.
I remember using 5 floppy disks to install a game.
I remember shooting the girl with my airsoft gun on 4th of july.
I remember the huge nerf gun fights. And dressing up like a homeless man at the elementary school.
I vaguely remember the walk in closet being my bedroom.
I remember that weird cop/skeleton toy I had.
I remember going to ambrosia and that other comic store.
I remember going to the mission.
I remember my bar mitzvah party above the WVA.
I remember going down the hill on my 3 wheeler. And in Pan Pacific park.
I remember learning figure eights in the parking garage on my bike. And hitting my chin.
I remember dressing up as cookie monster.
I remember walking under the street in westwood.
And exploring the depths of the hole by the river. That was brave.
I remember having a crush on jenni and getting mad when she didn't get me a birthday present.
I remember getting caught in bed with emily when I was nine.
I remember that other emily...she was kinda weird.
I remember getting woken up at the crack of dawn at jew camp.
And crying when I recited my speech at the end of talit.
I remember the pre school and how huge the jungle gym looked. and nap time. and this kids gay fathers.
I remember seeing Requiem for a Dream for the first time and it haunting me.

These are some of the things I remember for now.

4th draft is DONE.
Brain is MUSH.