The truth about me is pretty sad: I’m practically an anti-reader. It’s true for a lot of people I know, they have a hard time picking up a book. I don’t have a hard time picking one up, I just have difficulties opening it. Then, the chances that I do open it, it’s finishing it. That’s why I think it was such a big deal that I finished reading Watchmen. But I can hear critics saying now that that isn’t considered a real book. Well, I beg to differ. It made it on the top 100 novels and it’s the only graphic novel on there. Sure, it’s mostly pictures, but you really can’t figure out what’s going on without reading it.
Anyway, you know you are a sad reader when your friends have to mail you books to read. Peopel can suggest books to you all day, but when it’s hand delivered to you by your local postman, then perhaps it’s time to read the words cover to cover.
Granted, I still haven’t finished Our Uncle Sam by Erik Greene… but I say that’s a wee bit different. I started reading that because our cable went out before I decided to pop in a DVD. Again, I know… I’m a sad reader. I’ve been tryin’ to told ya!
So my friend, whom I dub as my “cinematic soul mate” (and I could write an entire post about, but I’m not going to but will thank her for this book and a birthday card she stuck in it), sent me Viki King’s How to Write a Movie in 21 Days. Hopefully I can read it in at least 7. If I’m not mistaken, I think she wants this book back, so I will get my reading on so I can ship it back to her ASAP whilst I look into buying my own copy. Or buy her a brand new one since I’m too lazy to ship anything myself that can’t fit into a envelope. I have no shame.
By receiving this book, I think it means it’s time for me to head back to the “studio” to start penning a script. February just began. In my dream world, perhaps I’ll wriet a script every month. Hey, I’m a firm believer in making my dreams come true, so if I could write a script every month… Good googamooga! Of course I’d come back to them a month later to tweak and tweak until I see no more need for tweaking until others say so. I haven’t forgotten my mentors Mrs. Rogers and Jaden, plus countless tips I pick up from various trusted sources.
But first, I must read. That’s one piece of advice I haven’t followed that even my idol, Sam Cooke, said to do: read as much as you can. I seriously doubt I can count Wikipedia.
February 4, 2009
ready to read about writing right: "how to write a movie in 21 days"
January 29, 2009
how i spent my 23rd
Thanks to a heavy dose of my favorite alcoholic beverage, NyQuil, I arose bright and early and well rested at exactly 5:50 AM. Not by my own sheer will, of course. This is due to my cell phone’s Monday thru Friday alarm set that remarkable sounds different each time I hit snooze. I think there’s a conspiracy behind that.
Compared to the past 48 hours up to that point, I have no choice but to agree that I was feeling 90% better. Now the only health issues I had no choice but to deal with was the remnants of either a cold or what might have been the flu, or [shudders] a fever. I don’t even know what the symptoms of a fever are, but all the while as I rested in bed, I began to ponder if I was supposed to sweat out the flu or feed a cold. Then I considered how some of those old time remedies have since been disproved. Example, candy and sweets won’t necessarily make your children more overactive than they already are. I’d cite the source… but I assume we are all connected to the Internet one way or another.
I make my way down to my desk to start what hopefully turns out to be a full and productive day, despite it being a day most people take off from work to celebrate by doing who knows what. Technically, I’m behind a day and half. But I think all will be worked out. In my half the day the night before, I would equate my productivity to that of a Grand Slam… twice… with the Denny’s meal afterwards. It certainly wasn’t my intention to be ill. Who ever wants to be? Oh wait! I know! Test subjects who get paid at universities to take on bacterias and viruses for the sake of science and hopefully a decent check. I’d almost ask to sign me up. But I’ve never enjoyed feeling extremely frigid body chills, then feeling extreme heat all over sweating in places I never knew possible, a blazing flaming throat, a non-stop leaky nose, delusional and completely weirded out dreams (while sometimes still awake), no interest in food (with my stomach later agreed with the disinterested by violently repelling soon after), and of course… just all around miserableness. That was mostly Tuesday, and I didn’t want to give in to too many graphic details, but it just wasn’t pleasant.
My guess is I may have caught whatever yuckiness my parents (specifically my mother) had, or someone I gave a ride home from church. Or [gasp] both!
Whatever the case, I think my body is now immune to whatever it was that attacked me. It still hurts when I sneeze, but it’s much better than before. During my lunch, I journey out of the house for the first time since Sunday to greet my best friend. All I desired was hot lemon tea. I took a trip to the Mart to pick up some much needed supplies. Tissues and toilet tissues. I guess there’s a first time to be out of all of that stuff at once, right? I’m not a fan of public bathrooms either, so it was a dire need and couldn’t wait to get home to clear out my system and all it’s ailments.
Considering the quarantine had been lifted from the house, some family members stopped by to give gifts. I was allowed to miss choir rehearsal even though I would’ve went. There was talk of cancelling due to weather problems. The weather wreaked havoc yesterday and the city has remained a skating rink. Unfortunately, skating isn’t one of my many talents, so this gives me another reason to stay indoors, especially at night. When it’s disgustingly colder. At least it’s not as bad as the week before, or whenever it hit “BONE CHILLING” on the thermometer.
Anyway, there are plans to probably go out to dinner at a nice eatery like IHOP or Red Lobster or Custy’s or IHOP. Bowling has also been discussed. A past time I do indoob enjoy. I also enjoy mini golf, but it’s winter and 95% of the places I know are currently closed. There is an indoor mini golf, but I don’t feel like making the drive or remembering how to get there. Shame on me for denying myself a good time.
Overall, I can’t complain. It’s been fun. I’m horrendously behind on many other blog posts I love reading, but I’ll catch up soon enough. It’s not a landmark year, but I’m hoping one of these days, Oprah and I can party together.
September 11, 2008
pajama meetings and break-ins
I truly must admit, it’s a wonderful thing to “go” to a meeting in your pajamas. I really thought about going into the office today for this mandatory meeting… but then it dawned upon me–why would I waste such precious gas for a 30 minute chat when we are living in 2008 and I can utilize telephone conferencing options that have been offered to me? Is this not the more simpler action? Could it get any easier? Probably… But I can’t afford to use my precious brain energy to think of it right now. Instead, I am yet again more concerned about nursing my tree back to optimum health. A new branch has sprouted over the week. I’m so excited! I never thought I’d be so happy about a plant. My, my, the times are changing.
This be the day that the nation remembers what every fire engine has plastered on their rears telling us to “never forget” with a sillouette of the late Twin Towers. Honestly, it’s hard to forget when I’m reminded every other time something political comes on TV regarding terrorism. It’s too bad. Oh, and every other show featuring NY and the infamous skyline. Don’t get me wrong, I feel as bad as the next guy… but I don’t want to stay in depression. I’ve got things to do and most of those activities require me to be happy. One such thing is celebrating my sister’s birthday. We actually talked about how our birthdays seem to be on or around some tragedy. Granted, her birthday came first, but still. As for my birthday? The space shuttle Challenger exploded. As I like to tell it, after that tragic event happen, the world cried. But then I was born and everyone got happy again. Unfortunately for my sis, once people learn that her life anniversary shares the same never-forget date, people tend to react the same way. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay with that?” Like she has a choice.
But we all take it in stride. Sure, her tragedy was bigger than mine, but I remind people. I wanna get a little sympathy too. Is that so wrong? Does that make me a bad person? If it does, I don’t mind. I don’t always wanna seem like the perfect kid, ya know? I don’t wanna be labelled “the bad boy” either… which I doubt would ever happen unless I played a character so well that I get type casted. I think if I had a choice of what to be type casted as, it’d be a sarcastic, witty, semi-slacker genius comic relief type.
In other news, the crime wave continues and is too close for comfort. By “too close”, I mean a couple houses down. And by “crime”, I mean someone broke into their house and stole stuff. I dunno what stuff or how much, but it happened during the sunshine part of the day. I will continue to be honest here and say that this news has me a tiny bit on edge for the current time. Besides the fact it took place less than a few yards from my home, I am home alone until Sunday. So, God forbid, if anyone tries to illegally enter my house, I’m not sure what I’ll do. Considering my office is literally next to the front door, I have an advantage. Plus I rarely leave the house. However, should they enter the back door and I’m in my room, I have more time to prepare… say… grab a long and/or pointed stick and go to battle, essentially living out my dream of beating someone up in the name of goodness, justice, and the right to bare arms. And yes, I’d have something sleeveless on just to overstate the “bare arms” part. Overall, it’ll mark another victory in life. Another statement as to say “t. sterling is not a guy who you can crank call or steal and plunder from because he’ll make you feel bad that you lost. And he’ll beat you with a stick if necessary. It might be pointed. Or he’ll throw a water balloon at you and belt 9V batteries at you before just sticking two on you on a damp spot.”
Okay… I’m not sure what one would say. Just know that I’m not afraid to stand my ground if I have to. I’ll be some kinda mixed breed of Jackie Chan and MacGuyver if I must get physical. I much prefer sticking to battles of wit. Like Bugs Bunny, Yakko Warner or Shawn Spencer. I have a decent track record. Not that I want to engage in anything, I’m a pacifist at heart. A sadistic pacifist, but I love peace all the same.
Wow… I need to get out of my house for a little while… Seriously.
