solo1y:

pretentious-writer-type:

A comedy convention I don’t find funny is when a character pretends not to like something or be a fan of something just because the other characters will judge him or her for it. It’s not that I get all judgmental about it when it’s used…it’s just not funny. I never do that. Haha.

Well, it might not be funny, but it’s something that people can identify with, and sometimes you have to throw the audience something to identify with if you’re going for a more human sort of comedy. If you look at the differences between the English and American versions of The Office, one of the main ones is the softening of the boss character, which apparently is more suitable for the American market. They did this by adding a lot more stuff that helps you identify more with Michael Scott than you ever could with David Brent.

In other news, it’s possible to make a joke out of anything. I have yet to see something that I couldn’t write a joke around. So, pretentious-writer-type, that’s your homework. Take a situation where someone pretends not to like something because the other characters will judge him for it, and make it funny.

I like the homework. always love a challenge.

I wasn’t saying that it’s a convention that shouldn’t ever be used, just that I don’t find it funny. and it seems to be used a lot, for the very reason you stated. which makes me sad. the whole concept of changing pretty core things about yourself just to impress others - while the subject of many a trite Tumblr “hipster photo” - is one that people so often say not to do but do anyway, much to their own detriment. I don’t, and it’s only ever lost me a few (very surface) friends, so it makes me sad when others put themselves down just to be accepted.

anyway, all that rant to say: I’ll do the homework. eventually. when I’m not making a zombie webseries. >.> it’s eating my life.

A comedy convention I don’t find funny is when a character pretends not to like something or be a fan of something just because the other characters will judge him or her for it. It’s not that I get all judgmental about it when it’s used…it’s just not funny. I never do that. Haha.

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The bartender walked in first, still dressed in his black work slacks and ambiguous black collared shirt. He gave me the up-nod, which I did not return.

“So what’s up?  This is a little conspiracy-theory, even for the muttering man in the corner.”

I rubbed my stubbly chin with my thumb.  It was scratchy and raw; definitely not kissable.  ”Wait until everyone gets here.”

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all day
the crows have come
to my window
to twitch and flutter
as they watch through
the dirty glass
and see me trapped
in a house full
of testosterone

 rakuli replied to your post: I’m an actual scriptwriter.

Sounds good. I hope you can get through the edits without a breakdown and that it turns out as you hope “-)

Thanks! =) we’ll see what happens. it’s a little ambitious, but I’m hoping that if it turns out well I could even shop it around amongst my filmmaking friends…

Doing Is Being
by Ray Bradbury

Doing is being.
To have done’s not enough.
To stuff yourself with doing — that’s the game.
To name yourself each hour by what’s done,
To tabulate your time at sunset’s gun
And find yourself in acts
You could not know before the facts
You wooed from secret self, which much needs wooing,
So doing brings it out.
Kills doubt by simply jumping, rushing, running
Forth to be
The new-discovered me.
To not do is to die,
Or lie about the things
You just might do some day.
Away with that!
Tomorrow empty stays
If no man plays it into being
With his motioned way of seeing.
Let your body lead your mind —
Blood the guide dog to the blind;
So then practice and rehearse
To find heart-soul’s universe,
Knowing that by moving/seeing
Proves for all time: Doing’s being!

Finished my first screenplay tonight - a 23-page short about a man who encounters his past self when he tries to forgive his father for a terrible, abusive childhood.

It’s just a draft, but I was getting lost in it as I was writing it, despite distractions. I got so lost that I wrote one of the most emotional parts to some of the silliest Star Wars soundtrack music without even noticing.

I think it has potential.

At any rate, I’m learning the form and the nitpicky formatting conventions. Also, I have a scriptwriting accountability partner to give me feedback.

This is the first time in forever that I picked an idea off my list and actually followed it through.

Hopefully I can carry that through the editing process as well.

Signing out; I’m exhausted.

haha, wonderful. my 200th post is an intentionally bad poem. ohhhh well.

the feathers from my broken wings
can’t stop the blood from bleeding heart
thought you were serious about things
when you said they’d not tear us apart

leave me here to dry and burn
while the happier world turns

oh God I can’t do this anymore. XD