Daily Archives: September 22, 2006

What I’m counting as book #21:
Two versions of the American Psycho script.  I got into a conversation a while back on whether this movie was good or absolute crap.  I was about the only person who liked it.  Go figure.  So, when I saw there was an unproduced draft up at Drew’s Script-O-Rama, I figured I’d give it, and the shooting script, a look.  I like reading scripts, and seeing what a director decided would work is interesting.  There were many scenes in common, and as many that were cut from that earlier draft.  For example, scenes that gave some explanation to Bateman’s psychosis were cut.  Big 80s montages were cut, in favor for a more 80s-steeped setting.  Despite voice overs in both, direct hallucinations by Bateman were left out.  Less, in other words, was more in the director’s opinion.  At least in terms of the non-violent scenes.  Mary Harron goes all out during the kills.  That’s also different from the book which left it all very vague as to whether it was in Bateman’s head until the end.  I was amused by the direct Hitchcock Psycho references in the unproduced script.  At one point, Bateman recites Norman Bates’ monologue about traps to Jean…while on a date.  All in all, Matthew Markwalder’s script is an interesting take on the material, but I can see it’s flaws.  Not that the film shot was perfect…

Working…  600 words this morning.  Working my way through other rewrites now.

(Links from the past to days that I’ve had in a saved post but have not posted…)

“It’s quite hard to destroy the Earth.”  Good to know.

I wonder if The Meaning of Night is as good as USA Today says it is.  It sounds interesting, though the ‘chilling’ first line doesn’t strike me as such.  Maybe I’m just jaded after reading Highsmith’s Ripley books and Easton Ellison’s American Psycho.

(And a meme while I drink my coffee…)

Look at your LJ userpics list. If you have fewer than 50 icons, pick every fifth one. If you have between fifty and seventy-five icons, pick every seventh one. If you have over seventy-five icons, pick every tenth one. If you have fewer than ten, pick all of ’em. List them on your LJ, and tell everyone exactly why you have it, why it’s interesting to you, what significance does it have.

(I cheated a little, I’ll admit it, and chose some that were more interesting than others.)

I’m a minor X-men fan, more so a Jean Grey fan.  She’s a nicely flawed character.  And what can I say, I wanna be a superhero.  That is, I want to get it right, easily, the first time.  It just never happens that way.  It’s the default on my journal, but I don’t use it on many entries.

Ichabod wants to be serious.   He wants to be taken seriously.  He know he looks like a dork.  I figure he might as well just go with it and be insane.  It’s generally my “I’m being silly or at least self-deprecating.  Don’t take me too seriously” icon.

Okay, way back when I played a MUD called Arrant Destiny, my character had a turtle named Herman.  I don’t remember how it got started now.  Eric might recall.  In real life, Heman became my mascot.  I like turtles.  They have the slow and steady thing down.  When life gets to be too much, they tuck their head in and decide to come back in twenty.  (Maybe not the best of coping skills, but it’s too much me to be denied.)  Turtles and hermits go together, as I see it.  I’m a hermit, ask anyone.   So Herman = Hermit = Me.  Now, the most social thing I do it play Ultimate Disc.  How could I resist a turtle playing disc?  And the ‘Original’ part comes from someone on one of the frisbee groups that asked if she could steal my icon…after stealing my icon.

For a long time all my icons were me.  Red-heads.  And therefore the art of Stephanie Pui-Mun Law was used a great deal.  The quote is from the Seals & Croft song “Summer Breeze”.  I prefer the cover by Type O Negative.  It’s my summer icon, my musing icon.

The photo is by Tom Polakis, a guy Eric and I know through frisbee.  The quote…I have completely forgotten who the quote is by.  I want to say Harlan Ellison.  That sounds right.  When it comes down to it, what I really love is night, not darkness.  Night, however beautiful (or bleak), implies that morning will follow.  Darkness on the other hand is featureless and seemingly endless.  In the land of a depressive, you have to believe that it’s only night.

Freshman year in college, I made a laminated collage folder to put writing stuff in.  This is a scan of part of that collage.  My intention is to use it for writing practice posts.

I used to watch Doctor Who with my mom.  Every night at 6 on PBS followed by Star Hustler.  It’s good being a second generation sci-fi fan.  Over the past summer, I’ve come back to that fandom and am enjoying it quite a bit.  I have several Who icons, though I don’t use them much.

There are not enough Roy Batty icons in existence.  Now, my questionable things are more on a writer level than a replicant level.  Like spending this much time of a meme when my writing output has sucked this week…  I think Eric will be on his own going to ASU’s libraries tomorrow.  I need to stay home and pretend to write more.