Future Essay Topics
- White People
- What is the point of going to strip clubs/Why can’t I stop going to strip clubs
- Why Doritos are more appealing to young people than Lay’s
- An expose on a person who flosses daily
Paul T. Bradley for L.A. Weekly
I don’t read this magazine but the article “The 20 Worst Hipster Bands,” caught my eye. I’m not going to harp on some I CAN”T BELIEVE THIS PASSES FOR JOURNALISM shit but this is so blatantly trolling that it disappoints me. Like, what is this article even for? Who is it for? It can’t be for the people who hate “hipster bands” because they don’t know their Decemberists from their Arcade Fire. It can’t be for the people who might like this music (unless it’s to troll) because the entries are this stupid.
I barely understand most of Bon Iver’s lyrics but Justin Vernon doesn’t come across as whiny, especially in his post-For Emmawork. Like, has this dude heard any of his Kanye collabs? His shit with Colin Stetson? Fuck this kind of writing for being so available for me to read while people who give the world some insight can’t get noticed.
I’ve been trying to prune some pages out. It’s currently at 131. I’ve kinda come to terms with the fact that I won’t be able to cut enough of it to make it the kind of thing I give to people to read (since apparently they like 120 tops) but I’m gonna put it on the back burner and work on something else.
I’ll probably still shape it up but it’s about done. I’m gonna have a friend of mine read it and see what he thinks when I’m done doing minor corrections. Feeling pretty good, even if it all is just for fun.
I’m trying to write a scene where my main character is listening to a voicemail from his mother and overhearing two guys near him talking about something else.
The idea is that he (and the audience) is just barely picking up on what the voicemail is saying while he becomes distracted by the other conversation but what’s being said is still important.
I need examples of things like this happening in other movies so I can look at the screenplays and see how other writers handled it. I know I’ve seen something like it before but of course I can’t think of any examples.
I’ve just become aware of something called “dual dialogue” which seems like it’s pretty much made for this problem but I’d just like to see it used somewhere professionally, not just examples that exist just for the sake of being examples.
Short Version: Does anyone know of any movies where multiple characters are speaking at the exact same time?
Reading over a part of my screenplay where these two drunk girls randomly start kissing in the dorm room of some guys. I’m looking at it like, what the fuck was I thinking? This doesn’t happen in real life.
Then I remember where I got the inspiration. That happened. Two years ago. Almost exactly how I wrote it.
Not sure why this was post worthy but there it goes. College.
I’m shaking but I’m not sure if I should blame the
Mtn. Dew Mello Yello or the subject matter of this essay. It’s an “occasional essay” and a lot of the ones we read in class were about death and stuff so I figured I’d write about something serious. Vulnerability is one of the requirements of this paper and I’m kinda putting myself out there. I’m not really used to it. I’ve never had so much trouble writing anything based on my emotional response. I should have picked something else but it’s gonna be a good paper and at 4:30 in the morning, I don’t really have the time to go switching up the subject.
I’m having a problem. I was into this girl, then she became unavailable. Not just regular unavailable but like, dating my best friend unavailable. This was helping me a lot with a script I was writing. I mean, I felt like shit about it but the story was coming together quite nicely. However, this weekend kinda changed everything. She and I became closer as friends, I guess. Basically, the nature of our relationship has changed significantly. I like where we’re at now buuuut I can’t write the movie anymore.
Unrequited romantic interest is like a mixture of anger, obsession, confusion, and depression. There’s a lot of longing and self-hatred and frustration involved. Too much of that is missing now. I’ve got no more passion for the project. Feels like a waste of time to just stop now but working on it feels like writing a research paper. A research paper assigned by the professor. The ecology professor. And it’s on pond scum or earthworm reproduction. Yeah. Don’t know what do.