Behold! The Liebster!



Thanks to the venerable Ann Koplow I have been nominated and have received the Liebster blog award, the one award I have coveted the most due to it’s german name.  Liebster apparently means “sweetheart.”  I have many “sweet hearts”, harvested from inattentive sweethearts whom I lured into my alley, so I fully understand why I was deigned to receive this award, though I’m surprised Ann found out about my heart collection…

Anyway, I’d like to take a moment to muse over blog awards.  What a great idea.  I think blog awards are great, because they give the common man an opportunity to understand how celebrities feel when they win awards, and to understand the very nature of almost every award ever.

They’re worthless.  Utterly, utterly worthless.  They have no material value whatsoever.  You can’t sell one.  You might be able to buy one, but they probably wont generate any sort of income, alcohol or ice cream ,useful things all, but that’s not the point.  The point is that someone liked you enough to give you one, and that’s why I like awards.  They didn’t need to give you one (except in the case of blog awards where they have to give several somebodies the same award lest theirs becomes invalidated), but they did anyway.

Awards are valueless, but within this valuelessness we find their value, and so I would like to say thank you.

Thanks, you.

Thanks, you.

Anyway, as with every blog award, I gotta answer some questions now.

  1. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? Pistachio, especially when it’s gelatto.  My favorite used to be orphan tears, but they’ve run out of stock at the grocers of late.
  2. If you were to write the story of your life, what might be the title? Explosions and Dinosaurs.
  3. What’s a nickname you’ve had or one that you would give yourself? Skeeter.
  4. What was your favorite book, when you were a kid? Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
  5. If they made a movie of your life, what actor would you choose to play you? Zach Galifinakis or Simon Pegg.
  6. What’s your fantasy job? Being a Wizard.  Dream Job?  Screenwriter/book writer.
  7. Who is your favorite musician? Iron maiden.
  8. Who is somebody you admire? Rob McElhenney and Glenn Howerton, for making it’s always sunny in Philadelphia.
  9. What’s your favorite movie? Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
  10. What’s a song you’d choose for your “theme song”? Bark at the Moon – Ozzy Osbourne
  11. If you could be any animal for a day, what would you be (and why)? An alpacapillar, for obvious reasons.


Bother.  I guess I have to list 11 facts now about myself.

  1. My teeth have been hurting.  I guess I have to go to a dentist here in London.  Should be exciting.  And expensive.  Le sigh.
  2. I’m 1/6th done with my first screenplay ever.  I should have it finished in a few weeks.  It’s about aliens.
  3. I enjoy the cold, but I do miss the oppressive heat of florida
  4. I much prefer walking to driving, and walking will probably be one of the things I miss the most about London.
  5. I quite like Regina Spektor.  She’s definitely worth a listen if you havent already given her one.
  6. I love toast with butter and jam.
  7. I have a trench coat, but I’m sometimes afraid I look like a flasher when I wear it.
  8. I have retractable fangs.  It’s weird.
  9. Once I battled a robot for 3 days and 3 nights.  We ended up becoming friends at the end.  I guess that just goes to show you something, I’m just not sure what.
  10. I hadn’t properly watched all of Psycho until last weekend.
  11. I have a Gandalf pipe.

So now I have to come up with 11 questions for my nominees…

Choose your answers wisely…

  1. Coffee or Tea?
  2. Book or Movie?
  3. Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter?
  4. Which disney movie villain are you?
  5. What’s your favorite Candy?
  6. Best book you’ve recently read?
  7. What’s something that you’ve learned recently?
  8. How did you get interested in writing?
  9. What music do you like?
  10. Are you an introvert or an extrovert or a bothvert or a neithervert?
  11. Would you consider yourself weird?

So now here are my nominees, who have to answer the above questions:

  1. Creative Writing with the Crimson League
  2. brian
  4. kerry’s organized chaos

I’ll add more as I come across them.

Dear god, another one!

Well, dear and gentle readers, I must, first and foremost, apologize for not having posted anything in the past 3 or so months.  I was going to apologize for not having written anything, but as the most devout of you are surely aware, I am in a graduate screenwriting program, and have therefore written quite a few things, just not blog things.

I was doing pretty well with blog posts until we hit the production cycle last semester, which is when in a few short weeks every student directs his or her own movie, and also does every other film set position on other people’s movies.  It’s sort of like undercover bosses, except that all the people you may have pissed off while you were the boss know exactly who you are, and their turn is coming up soon.

The most exciting thing that happened to me during this whole period happened on the first day, when, in a dusty and dank warehouse, I dropped a $60,000 lens onto the cold, hard floor.  The concrete welcomed it greedily, and everyone else, the whole film crew and actors, watched it in slow motion as it tumbled from my clumsy paws.  There was really nothing I could do; my arms wouldn’t react fast enough.  It’s ironic, I thought, that the thing you are most often warned about not dropping is more often than not the thing that you drop.

And warned we had been.  Every class, every day, to hold the lens securely, and cradle it, much like one would baby Jesus, unless you were a Satanist or something, and make sure the party you are passing it too has secure hold of it before you release your grip.  This point was stressed again and again.

I honestly have no clue how I dropped it, I just sort of fumbled it.  One moment it was in my hands, and the next moment I was curly from the three stooges, clawing desperately at a 35mm lens that had seemed to have turned into a Mexican jumping bean, and refused to stay locked in my grasp.

As fate would have it, the trajectory at which I had launched my expensive missile led it to strike my friend Joel’s hip, and somehow, magically somehow, roll down his leg, like a wheel going down a hill, have a soft landing on his shoe, and then roll across the floor, where my friend John snatched it up before it could crash into a wall and shatter completely.

The room was dead silent.

“Gosh” was all I could manage to say.  The director nodded in agreement.  Gosh indeed.  As it turns out, the lens was somehow completely fine, a godsend, and I was merely charged a fee for having someone look at it, which I’m not entirely sure I ever actually got charged.

I was so warn out come winter break that writing was the farthest thing from my mind, and then, in Januare, I loaded up on an airplane and flew across the northern Atlantic to make my new home, at least for the next three months, in old London town.

It’s part of the writing program.  We get sent over here to work with British playwrights and other British people.  It’s supposed to help our writing, but it’s really been is an absolutely lovely way to write one’s first complete screen play, in a fabulous city, steeped in history and time, and rich in culture.

London, I’ve come to find, is nearly the antithesis of Tallahassee.  It feels safe where Tallahassee feel like there is death lurking around every corner.  It is clean, where Tallahassee is covered in litter.   It is classy, where as Tallahassee is full of bros.  Not that I don’t like Tallahassee.  Quite the contrary, it’s a fun place.  I just wouldn’t want to live there after I finished the program, but I wouldn’t mind living in London, even during the bitterly cold winter.

What’s gotten me back into blogging, you ask?  Well, the answer is twofold.  To put it simply, the first reason is that I’m supposed to be doing something else right now, yet another outline for my screenplay, but I’m meeting with my professor later to work out some kinks.  The kinks are only at the end, but it’s still an excellent excuse to not work on it.

The second reason is that the estimable Reverend Mother has nominated me for the Versatile blogger award, my third award if were counting, and we are, and I couldn’t bring myself to not write a lovely thank you.

So, thanks for the award.

Ok, so I’m reading this list of things I need to do in order to receive this award.  15 people.  I need to nominate 15 other people for the award…
















Dear me that took a long time.  Now I have to write 7 facts about myself.

1. One time, upon leaving my house, I witnessed a possum eating another possum; on my very doorstep no less!  It’s one of those images you can’t ever unsee, and it haunts my dreams to this day.

2. I’m living in london right now.  The weathers been quite bad the past week, but it seems to be getting better.  I might even go to the farmer’s market!

3.I quite enjoy tea and coffee, but here in englan i’ve somehow been drinking more tea than coffee, I guess because it’s cheaper and easier.  It’ll be nice to get back to florida where coffee is a plentiful as fire ants and the rain.

4. I had never seen Tarentino’s from dusk till dawn until this weekend.  It’s quite good.  You should wach it.

5. I’m an aspiring screenwriter and I care more about sports than the academy awards.  Is that bad?

6. I fought a grizzly bear to the death one time.  With a knife.  I won’t say it was easy, but I’m still here.

7.I know how to sail a sailboat.

Cool, there we go! Thanks gain, for the award!

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