Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Scripted

Alright, so my new passion in life is writing.

Not blogs mind you. Public journals only get you so far in life.

No, I've decided to try my hand at writing for television. You may wonder why I took a sudden swerve in the job department (after all, my last big occupation was stilt walking, but we'll get to that later). You may question my ability to write a half-hour show when my posts have been getting considerably smaller and spaced out as the months go by. You may also wonder why the title of my blog is Paste Cut Copy.

The answer to the last one is that I was having an off-day in the creative names department. Also I think Surf Ninja Delivers was already taken. Probably by some sort of Hawaii-based Asian food place. Coincidentally, if that name is not taken yet then I call dibs.

As for the other two questions I feel that I have a great and amazing original series idea (like so many other writers out there) that will make me rich and famous. Or at least get me my WGA standard 60K for idea rights. So, win-win situation I guess (if I can figure out the correct series bible format). Besides, when they okay crap like this for a whole season then I think pretty much anything can slip on by investors.

Seriously, have you watched the first episode? It's like they tried to mash up 'How I Met Your Mother' with 'Friends' after stuffing in as many unfunny lines of dialogue they could.

The writers come off as hackier than a machete wielding Jason on crack at a college orgy.

Besides the crappy script, the decision to remove the sitcom staples of a three camera studio set-up and a laugh track are just ludicrous. I'll be honest, this isn't the worst show I've ever seen, but it's up there. At least with canned responses someone can pretend the show is funny.

 So stilt walking!

My buddy calls me up the other day to ask if I can stilt walk. The answer I give him is a simple and eloquent, "No."

He says they'll train me. I ask if it pays. He says it does. I ask when I start. He asks if I can get down to the beach that afternoon. I say sure.

The event they've got going is Beach Street USA. So for all you stalkers of mine out there (you creepy bastards) you now have some idea of my geographic location.

After two unsteady hours of standing between a wall and a van on drywall stilts I decide that my knees have never done me any favors and that they are a bunch of freeloading joints. Screw 'em. I wade out into the unknown with only my wits and functional inner ear to guide me. If I fall I am determined to land on one of the fatter tourists.

I survived without a single fall. I'm also a pro stilt walker now I guess.

Sadly the stilt walking season (and Beach Street USA) has ended and I find myself again gainfully unemployed. I have made the decision never to drywall though.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Long way to the top.

So I've had this idea gestating for a while about making movie trailers for old video games. Ones where the licensing may or may not be an issue (just in case). I'm still, unfortunately, using my crappy old JVC mini-DV cam until I can get some paying work. Then I'll upgrade to a fancy HD cam. Hopefully that happens soon so I can quit looking at grainy, distorted bullshit in my Adobe programs.

Right off the bat I'm putting together a fake trailer for this old game called Deja Vu. Don't ever play this game by the way. It's terrible. But it's a noir-detective thing and I can pull that off without a lot of fancy hoo-hah and special effects. A little syrup, red food dye, creative lighting and fake guns and bam! We're in business.

Still trying to get work at some of the large studios out there. Actually finished my reel finally. It's... Passable, but I feel like B-roll and a few generic effects just aren't going to cut it. I'm still planning on shopping it around until I can get some higher quality equipment to use. Until then I'll just curse the college I went to for having a vastly underfunded Film & Video department.

And they still haven't sent me my diploma. Yes. I graduated. They just happen to be assholes I guess.

I think I just need to get the hell out of where I am right now in life. It's a small comfort that there are millions of others across the country thinking the same thing. I just feel like hitting something, but I like all of my stuff.

Maybe I'll just head out to a dump with a baseball bat and see what they'll let me wail on.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

A long time coming

Alright true believers, I know it's been a while since my last blog but hey, that's life.

Now where to start...

I've just recently walked back into the job market (HIRE ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD), but it isn't like I'm desperate or anything. What's a huge bummer is that the last job I had I really liked and everyone was pretty cool but, for personal reasons, I quit.

So without getting into any details let's move on to something more cheery. I noticed that ever since I graduated college I've been trying to limit my job search to places where I have family. That really hasn't worked out that great so far so I'm broadening my horizons quite literally.

But to whence doth I search? To what ends shall I send my resume? From the Atlantic to the Pacific, across the grand expanse of plains, mountains, swamps, and other Magic the Gathering mana cards! There but by the grace of the Internet do they fly across to thine hands 'o employers and Human Resource Managers!

Yeah. So I should probably get back to updating that Word document with my job history on it. Then I'll either shotgun to everyone I can possibly find or maybe I'll just make myself Recession Proof!

You know what? Let's talk about Regular Show for a little bit.

It is a cartoon that gets away with so much crap I can't believe it's not on Adult Swim. It feels like two dudes just made a hilarious cartoon that references the 80s all the time for themselves and that they totally did not have kids in mind as the target audience. THAT is why the show is so awesome.