Dix-Huit: Broken Teeth

Some assorted thoughts today:

I should write more plays. Making this movie has soured me a bit on the idea of screenwriting, but I do like the theatre. The audience that goes to the theatre might more readily understand the tone of irony I like to use in my writing... on film it just feels like a dialogue-heavy festival of the cliché. A story on the screen is about where the characters are going, on the stage it's about where they are. It's more about the moment than the action or the anticipation. When you get an audience, it's easy to keep them, but a film audience is more easily lost... and that's how I feel the movie might turn out.

T-minus 3 hours until I start training for work at the bowling alley. That'll be weird. I'll finally know exactly what I'm supposed to be doing, instead of just providing a vague description.

We're out of dishwashing soap. That's something, in all the time since we've had a dishwasher (about a year, +/- a few weeks) we've never been without soap, and now here we are, fresh out of soap and just petering around thinking "hm, when should we get the soap?" Man, I dunno, how about now? We've got a ton of dirty dishes.

Yeah, all right.

Keep on rockin'
-Scotto