THATWEIRDGIRL

i was checking the latest icons on firefly journal and i found this

QUICKSAND

Just an odd week. First Alan Tudyk replies to my last blog, and then ... well, that will make anyone's week weird enough. In one of my replies though, I wrote about how the Director is really the person who makes (or breaks) the film... SO many people make a film come together, from the writer to the producer to the costumer, make-up, lighting, sound, catering guys/girls/men/women. But as a Huge Film Geek (HFG?), I stick by my guns that the Director is who makes the film great. Or bad. Or average. Most of us know Steven Spielberg or James Cameron or Quentin Tarantino........ but I also wanted to add: --Alex Proyas ("The Crow," "Dark City") --Gore Verbinski (The Ring, Pirates of the Caribbean) --The Coen Brothers (I can't endorse anything after The Man Who Wasn't There) --Spike Jonze (hell yeah) --Stanley Kubrick ("Open the pod bay doors, Hal") --Terry Gilliam ("Jesus, God!") --The Wachowski Brothers (see 'Bound.' now.) I'm sure there are more, and as I put in my bio, I'm a big fan of great writing too, in the film medium as well as in theatre and literature. I left out TV directors, too... I LOVE Joss Whedon's writing, and his direction as well, and I can't WAIT to see how he handles the Wider Screen... many TV directors have tried and failed, but I have ultimate faith in Joss.... and the clock keeps on ticking, to that so-so-sweet day in April...... (Qs)

ASTRIANA

Found on the floor near the desk of one "Astriana," who hasn't been seen in weeks: [i]Now Hiring: Personal Assistant whose sole function will be to make lists of everything that needs done on a daily, weekly, monthly, semi-annual, and annual basis for: Day Job (multiple projects), Real Estate Business (multiple properties, tenants, buyers, sellers, and other real estate professionals), Home Care, Pet Care (multiple pets), Personal Projects, and Transportation Assistance. Additional duties include scheduling, time management, dealing with difficult people (includes managers, pets, and other random dolts), generally being on call to do anything and everything I don't want to do, and doing it to my specifications. The ideal candidate will possess a positive attitude and initiative. Must be detail-oriented and yet able to strategize, plan, and organize with overall objectives in mind. Must also be a gargantuan glutton for punishment. Only serious nutjobs need apply.[/i] (I need a vacation!!!!)

OOG

We can't hear the doorbell from inside our bedroom and was expecting someone early, so I got up and crashed on the couch - had myself a FF dream! Where ever we were, it wasn't Serenity. All the rooms were bright and made from "house" materials. Some rooms you could see through "windows" in the walls to other rooms. To start off, I was a person physically there. I can remember glancing through one of the "windows" and seeing Inara. Wearing cat ears (like from a costume) LOL. I was trying to rally the crew to put together a western skit or show of some kind. Jayne was all for it. Mal was starting to get on board with it. But then some woman pulled me aside and said that Inara couldn't do it. She had this bag with "marbles" in it. They were something that came off of her, after being intimate. "Even with herself" the person told me. She had to have some private time to deal with whatever this was, to keep the "marbles" from multiplying. I became a "third person" at this point. This other person, Inara and another female, bunked together in the same bed. Inara had her "marble bag". She was remembering about a lesbian encounter. Apparently whoever this other gal was, she was interested in. They went to sleep, but Inara woke her up later, kissing her. The gal turned her down. Inara dumped a couple marbles into the bag, and back to sleep. Her marbles began multiplying like crazy, until by morning, the whole room was filled with them, several inches thick. The crew came in and helped clean, with Jayne making comments of course. That's when the doorbell rang and I woke up.

FLETCHER

Her name was Drew. I was sitting on my porch, looking out over my land, watching the sun melt into twilight. As I plucked away at my grandfather’s guqin, I was thinking about nothing much at all . Maybe I was dwelling on my misfortune, that sounds about right, but I don’t remember. The sky was an amber color, not a dirty brown, but a harvest hue. My eyes were unfocused and dry. The twang of the instrument was calling out to nobody in particular. Drew. And then she appeared. I didn’t recognize her, at first, without her browncoat and floppy hat. But then I focused on the freckles and the red hair and my mind scrambled back to a week earlier and the re-enactment of the Battle of Bil by those silly browncoat want-to-be’s. What did they call themselves? “Hardcores,” she said with a familiar grin. Right. Hardcores. But aside from a dream, I hadn’t thought about her at all. But there she was, on my porch, talking about coming out to the house next week and making me supper. Apparently, she found all sorts of interesting things in those ol’ caves and she wanted to discuss our future business. “What business?” Next week, she told me. It’s a date. And with a knowing nod and that infuriating grin, she was walking off my porch and back into the distance. Thinking back on it now, she didn’t really give me a chance to say no. Didn’t give me much time to say anything. I stared out across my fields for some time even after she was out of sight. My mind now racing with thoughts. Her name was Drew. And next week, we have a date. Whatever that means.

THEGREYJEDI

Be afraid mortals, for I have a dangerous thing. Capital. Funding for my mad empire. Seriously. I just secured the capital I need to start my computer business. Didn't need all that much, but I got it. Simple prospect too. Performace machines at budget prices, and budget machines for dirt cheap. Completely tailored to each person's needs and wants, only the software you want, none that you don't. Soon, the world shall be using MY computers, and JedSoft will rule the world!!!

STLOUISPHILE

Hello, So this is my first blog. I feel all shiny trying to come up with something interesting to say. OK - have you checked out the thread with the Graphics from Serenity? Pretty cool stuff. It's been commented that this has a spoiler on it but I don't think it's that big of a spoiler (if any). Wish I lived in California I would have loved to see the actors from the movie "live and in person." Living in the midwest sucks sometimes, especially during our brand new gorram heatwave. I'm off work in two minutes! Yah!! Going to see a sneak of De-Lovely this evening. Kevin Kline is a fellow Missourian I believe he grew up in Maplewood. stlouisphile

HASLINGER

I hate to sound like a real jerk, but I am so tired of "film." I am tired of the mentality that is often associated with its presence. I enjoy this business but I absolutely hate the ego. I know it exists in any workplace, including shrimping or whatever other random job I've had, but GOOD God I am just tired of having to live my life balancing others egos. I wonder if this is how it feels as a mainstream director. Are larger sets filled with more or less ego? Do people still complain about the living conditions, per diem, and workload, or do the 5 day weeks and 10-12 hour days (indies seem to work 16-20) and substantially better pay help to alleviate the whining. Does crafty complain about everything, or do you even see crafty? Do AD's yell? Ramble on.... Anything to get her out of my head. I already have a broken heart and I am not even in love. I'm just waiting. Biding in my time. I am gonna get hurt.

ZIL

new glasses! a little exciting but mostly not. I lead a boring life. I have vacation coming up in a few weeks... I was going to be going to the falcon ridge folk festival like I do every year BUT... I'm too sick this year and cash is very low. *shrug* but I stil have a week+ off... so what to do? I'm going to paint like never has been seen before. it will blow your mind. you will become off kilter. you will wear your shoes on your hands! muahahahaaa.a.a.... riiight. anyhoo. I'll post pics. maybe. if I can manage to not be paranoid.