l can’t believe how terribly sullen I look in this photo, like the person taking it has literally just said something real mean. I thought I was giving off more of a Presidential vibe.
Here’s a picture of me “directing” at the cast read-through.
This morning around 2 a.m. I embarrassed myself by sending an incredibly long email about myself to the producers cause I thought it was kind of funny but that sort of thing just looks incredibly self involved and stupid in the harsh light of day, especially when they have so much work to do. Hard to believe it’s only three days from now. Apparently we have a 42’ production trailer! We are like a real movie!
Well, just about two and a half days to go, and Destruction Party is really close to our goal of eight grand. I can’t believe this is real in many ways, the number of people from my childhood who have happily pitched in, people I haven’t seen in years, people I never thought would support me. It all started with a text message to Trenton, six months ago. And now I’m pouring over On Film-making by Alexander MacKendrick and working my way through tedious shot lists, two weeks away from directing my first film. Here’s to many more.
“If two new women’s websites are to be believed, women want to read about boys, cute animals, their periods, and they want to read it in a Valley Girl accent.”—Tricia Romano, on why new women’s sites (xoJane; that one by Zooey Deschanel) need to drop the pink perkiness and grow up (via newsweek)
We were standing in the living room and I made a lame joke calling him gay, in front of someone else. It wasn’t very funny and as soon as I said it I had no idea why I’d ever decided it would be a funny thing to say. I don’t usually make disparaging jokes about homosexuality, in fact I can’t remember ever doing it before. He looked at me like a stranger and I felt the moment separate like egg whites and yolk. I wanted to say I was sorry right away, I didn’t want to be mean and I was mean for no reason at all but the other person’s presence kept me quiet. I obviously don’t think being gay is a bad thing, and I know that he isn’t gay, and yet I got myself stuck saying something hateful. We do what we do not wish to do.