November 11, 2015
To post about the owls and, Whoah! Tower of Mordor stats!
I’m pretty sure this is about the “it’s tough to be a girl on the internet” post.
Back in the old days when I was posting pretty consistently the blog used to get some heavy traffic. Now I am a dilettante blogger who shows up inconsistently and pops off about whatever strikes me at the moment and blog traffic is gentle.
Until that post.
It would be way cooler if people showed up to see posts about stuff like, Oh, shoes, or the book, instead of just showing up to see me getting kicked in the head by some Twitter follower who is mad I would not give him my phone number. Oh well.
November 9, 2015
So I’m traipsing around the internet catching up on posts and whatnot and I find two posts under my IMDB profile. Which is surprising since it’s hard to find my IMDB profile in the first place unless you are seriously looking. [Dear IMDB, I’m sorry I won’t pay you money for a pro membership, but really, I should actually show up in a search since I am a produced screenwriter. Sigh.]
One of the posts is really nice about the book and I’d respond to Glen if I didn’t have to give IMDB my phone number or a credit card number to do it. Which I won’t do but, Glen, thanks, that was really nice, if you are out there. Write an Amazon review!
The other post says my picture should be next to “bitch” in the dictionary.
Also there’s a post above that was deleted so apparently was so nasty even the IMDB people pulled it.
Here’s the screenshot:
I was talking to a guy I know at Austin Film Festival and he was saying there’s a Facebook group that is all cool and whatnot and he’d invite me and then I heard the names of the guys running the show. And just said, No, that’s a boy’s club, if I go in there I’ll just get attacked every time I talk.
This is an ongoing thing on the internet. If I talk, my picture should go under “bitch” in the dictionary. If I write a book, my name should go under “bitch” in the dictionary. If I have a website, my picture should go under “bitch” in the dictionary. If I share information, my picture should go under “bitch” in the dictionary…
It’s an ongoing thing. It’s exhausting. And if I try to defend myself? Wholly fucking cats, then my picture should really go next to “bitch” in the dictionary. Because well how dare I, someone with a vagina, even try to defend myself?
July 5, 2015
You knew it would not end with SeeMaxRun, right? Of course not. The real goal was to vevamp the AFW site I just got sidetracked along the way. So now AFW is revamped. It is a work in progress but it is coming together. Stop by and tell me what you think.
So for no reason other than sometime around 2 AM the other night I didn’t feel like reading one more script I went on a rampage and took apart seemaxrun and rebuilt it. I think it’s pretty — of course I like lots of white. It’s not done yet, either, but the bones are there. What do you think? http://seemaxrun.com
June 17, 2015
I am always seeing these crazy story boards posted online by writers. They are very ordered and very detailed and very complex and to me look like time outlines for a NASA space mission or a chores list put up for a military camp.
Here is one of those crazy story boards:
Here is my story board:
I guess my story board should be embarrassed by the bigger more glamorous story boards but it isn’t. My story board says, Fuck off, it doesn’t do manual labor.
April 7, 2015
Clear is so not working out at the new place. I talked to a nice customer support rep online today who changed my account address and copied and pasted the site’s online trouble shooting advice into our chat window.
Thanks, Nomine M.
That didn’t fix a bad internet Clear signal I’ve been fighting since December that keeps getting worse. And that is with an extra boost from an Apple wireless base station I dug out that is the ONLY tenuous reason Clear is working intermittently at all now.
So, Clear’s out.
Clear being out means my internet options are —
Buy a new modem that works with an antennae and hope that will fix the Clear problem.
[I am skeptical. Clear recently got bought out by Sprint which was the beginning of the end for things Clear working. Also I hate Sprint they overcharged my elderly mother in nefarious ways once and wouldn’t fix it and made her cry.]
Pick between Grande, AT&T Uverse, or Time Warner Cable.
Time Warner Cable will never collect another dime from me. I hate Time Warner Cable like Billy Graham hates Satan.
That leaves, unless there is some godsend service I don’t know about, AT&T Uverse, or Grande.
Online reviews for Grande are wildly divergent. Some reviews are shaking tambourines shouting, Grande! Grande! Grande! Others are shouting, Burn in Hell, Grande! Grande! Grande!
The thing I keep reading in negative reviews that is consistent though is dead internet reception.
I can’t do that.
The building uses Uverse, which appears to always work and is my backup when Clear goes so toes up I can’t work in the apartment and have to hit the building’s lounge for a working signal.
AT&T also though wants long term contracts and hundreds of bucks in installation and other fees and every time I look at all the stuff AT&T wants I feel like I’m a Native American standing on New York shores and some oily European just off a wooden ship is handing me glass beads.
I just keep staring at it all thinking, Seriously?
A guy in 1969 could dial home from the moon, but in 2015 Clear can’t keep an internet signal up a few blocks from my apartment and it takes $300 bucks and a commitment longer than a Baptist wedding to get an AT&T signal?
March 1, 2015
January 30, 2015
I’m always seeing posts online places like FaceBook along the lines of, “If you could give your younger self one piece of advice, what would it be?”
People give deep insightful emotional words of encouragement.
People give little warnings about the future.
How come no one ever says something REALLY useful like, you know, “BUY STOCK IN MICROSOFT!”?
*I stand corrected, one other person did, yay, Sparkle!
January 26, 2015
Yeah yeah yeah, I know, usually I have duckface and am eating a hotdog in shots of me.
But she does look like me.
Damn you, @Variety, there can be only one!
[Unless she has a really spectacular expense account, that might be useful.]
[Also I really need to up my game and start looking all sultry instead of hungry for hot dogs in photos.]
[The above hotdog photo was taken by Chesh.]
December 17, 2014
I have boxes of documents. I mean, boxes. And more boxes. And more boxes. I have been paying storage or making storage everywhere I go, for years, to accommodate these boxes.
The documents are important. Contracts, quotes, tax records, clips — they are important. But —
I keep carrying these damn boxes of records around and I. Just. Don’t. Want. All. These. Boxes.
A friend of mind, a lawyer, spent a year using all his spare time to scan documents. I know why he did it. He was clearing the boxes.
I think, Oh sure, that’s a good idea, but can I really face scanning —
ALL. THESE. DOCUMENTS?
[Oh fuck no.]
Then I remind myself I am just one small enterprise and he had an entire legal practice he was scanning, maybe I shouldn’t be such a baby.
Then I remind myself, one big hard drive mix up and they’d all go poof – or, you know, one EMP?
[Wait, an EMP might take the IRS out too though, making tax docs an unnecessary thing of the past ooh la la. Oops. Sorry, IRS, I am just not your biggest fan.]