The 4th Draft

Today I finished the 4th draft of "Nine Miles Beautiful". The script has come a long way so hopefully those concerned will like it. Sometimes just one word will make all the difference to a scene.

Anyway, that stage of it is now done; time to ponder some new projects. I've got a feature idea brewing....

Napoleon Dynamite...so cool!

Napoleon Dynamite: This is pretty much the worst video ever made.
Kip: Napoleon, like anyone can even know that.
Uncle Rico: You know what Napoleon? You can leave.
Napoleon Dynamite: You guys are retarded!


Napoleon Dynamite: Stay home and eat all the freakin' chips, Kip.
Kip: Napoleon, don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day. Besides, we both know that I'm training to be a cage fighter.
Napoleon Dynamite: Since when Kip? You have the worst reflexes of all time.
Kip: Try and hit me, Napoleon.
Napoleon Dynamite: What?
Kip: I said come down here and see what happens if you try and hit me.


Napoleon Dynamite: Deb just called me. She pretty much hates me by now.
Pedro: Why?
Napoleon Dynamite: Because my Uncle Rico's an IDIOT!
Pedro: Do you have anything to give her?
Napoleon Dynamite: No, not unless she likes fish.

A poem about ACCEPTANCE (for those who got it wrong)

Those lips that loves own handed make,
Breath forth the sound that said I hate.
To me that languished for her sake,
But when she saw my woeful state.
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet was used in giving gentle doom.
And taught thus a new greet,
I hate she altered with an end that followed it as gentle day doth follow night.
Who like a fiend from heaven to hell is flown away.
I hate from hate away she threw,
And saved my life saying...
Not you.


(Four vodkas with a twist of citrus...according to the label).

Writer's meeting

I got all excited about a meeting this evening at the Caxton Hotel for film writers. I got all dressed up, a friend of mine made the trip over here from the eastern suburbs...and then we found that the evening was cancelled.

Oh well, instead we bought beers and went home to my place and got drunk.

Trying to understand women...

What do women really want? What an age old question that is. What do they look for in a partner? Is it looks, kindness, humour, intelligence, a perfect body, sensitivity, drive, ambition, emotional support? Does a man have to possess all of those qualities to stand a chance?

So often I hear women talking about ‘bad boys’. Who are these boys? Are the ‘bad boys’ the most popular? If so, what happens to the ‘nice guys’? Is it really true that nice guys come last? If the ‘bad boys’ are what women look for, then how ‘bad’ does the ‘boy’ have to be? Maybe that’s my problem, am I too nice? Maybe I should be nastier towards women…Is that what it takes? Why do women keep going back to guys who treat them badly?

Why did Lois Lane fall for Superman and not Clark Kent? Weren’t both the same man? Wasn’t Clark kind, caring, smart and supportive? Ok, maybe he was a bit bumbling, he wasn’t perfect, but then who is? Well, Superman was perfect. So do only ‘super-men’ have a chance?

Is all a man needs great looks and a perfect body? Can he get by on just those things? Maybe, maybe not.

Ultimately, my history of relationships is no different from anybody else’s. I’ve been dumped, and I’ve been the one to dump. (Dumping someone is a very unpleasant feeling). However, I have had a number of women who seem so keen and honest about their feelings towards me, and then all of a sudden they end the relationship. One minute they are full of “I love you, I want to be with you forever…” And then the next minute, they end our relationship. I don’t understand that. How can you so abruptly end our relationship after saying “I love you”?? Does it mean that you didn’t really love me? I guess it does. Is the term “I love you” just a catch phrase with some women? Maybe that’s something I’ll never understand.

Have I ever been in love? I mean really really in love, the truly madly deeply kind. Yes, once. Do I believe in love? Yes, very much. I’m 34, and to be honest I thought by now I would have met that special someone. So why haven’t I?? Well, I thought I had, at least she said she loved me, but I guess she didn’t. Am I too much of a Clark Kent?

Movies

I saw 'Robots' and 'Be Cool' today. The first was pretty good, I quite enjoyed it. The second though was just plain aweful. At 7:30pm I watched 'Insight', which this week looked at the state of the Australian film industry.

It was a very illuminating show to watch, with the opinions given all showing just how fragile, yet exciting, the Australian film industry is.

Another dream and theatre

This mornng, before the alarm again interrupted, I had a vivid dream. This time, I was in Liverpool (my home town) and for some reason I was carrying a brief case and walking arund and through a warren of businesses, buildings and alleys. Eventually, I came to a large grassy area that had a high wire fence around it. I jumped up and could fly. I used to dream about flying a lot when I was a kid, but as I get older I seem to do it less and less.

I was flying over hills, forests, ravines, all so spectacular. At one point I was heading for some very tall trees and, once I passed over them, there was before me a perfect vibrant piece of grassy land extending down to the ocean. In all my flying dreams I have never dreamt about flying out over the ocean, but this time I did. The sky was a dark grey, like right before a storm, and the ocean was a deep blue, and quite choppy. The whole scene looked like a painting by Constable.

I flew on for a bit and then returned to the fenced area. Upon landing I went into a room and spoke to someone there, telling her (it was a she) that I could fly. When I attempted a demonstration... I couldn't fly anymore. Then the alarm went off.

This evening, I went to the Brisbane Arts Theatre to see "Amadeus". It was pretty good actually, better than some of the stuff I have seen there this year. It was a bit long though; it didn't finish until 10:40pm. I walked home.

Strange dream

I had a strange dream this morning, in fact the alarm woke me up in mid-dream. I dreamt that Jessica Simpson had become part of some cult and was living in a remote area with other followers. It was up to me to go out and rescue her from it. I arrived and secretly found my way around the house until I located her. After much discussion she decided it was best to leave, but then she thought she should wait for the boss (whoever he was) to arrive to make sure he knew about it. I convinced her that she didn't need to wait and we made plans to escape in my car...then the alarm went off.

Maybe I've been watching to much "Newlyweds".

The decision part 2

Alright, I've made the decision. It is an affirmative. It was a long thought out process, and a decision not taken lightly. I think I made up my mind about it this evening. (By the way, I had a nice dinner at Veronica's and met her new flatmate).

I wonder what will happen...if it will happen the way it should?

Publicans

I don't like publicans very much. The first man to hit me with a plate of peas was a publican.

Gardens - Channel 7

Should you be home on Saturday 10th of September, you can see me (briefly) in a TV show called 'The People's Garden', which is about the Botanical Gardens in the city. I'm only in one shot, but it looks like an interesting show.

Today at work

About 11:15am a fellow came in demanding to be given a whole bunch of change. We don't keep much change in the till, and what with it being a quiet Saturday there wasn't much money there. I said I couldn't give him any, but that the Bendigo Bank was right next door and they could give him whatever he wanted. He then threatened to stab me in the throat if I didn't give him the change.

Now, I suppose I should have just handed over whatever was available, but I don't like being threatened, at all. I told him to get out of the store. He started to yell and became even more abusive. He then left and I called the police...who took an hour to arrive. (Mt.Gravatt District Police Head Quarters is only 400 metres away)... A report was made, and other units were notified to be on the look out for him.

Maybe it's just that Liverpool attitude of, fuck you, don't threaten me. Anyway, he was probably just some hot-head who was in a bad mood. If he comes back though I will dial 000 straight away.

Abused Child Trust

Friday I went to the luncheon for the Abused Child Trust, held every year at the Carlton Crest Hotel. It's all designed to raise money for abused children, but I was there because I was in the television commercial that will launch the new campaign. There were a couple of hundred people there, perhaps a lot more, including some new Miss Australia girl, Grant Hackett, and a few other "celebrities".

The food was great, Kay McGrath told some jokes about erections, and they played the commercial. It came together well, looks very moody. I'm in one shot which is a close up, before I turn into a monster.

Eventually the auction started, but the first bid on the first item was $1000, so I thought this is way out of my league and then headed off. I went home for a while then drove into the city to pick Veronica up. We went to Rosalie for a while for coffee and a good chat. Drove her home about 7:30pm, then went to Tim's for a nice long chat, before arriving home about 12:30am. Such a social day!