Wherein I hope you guess my name

I was hoping this blog would delete itself in my absence.¹ Sadly, that apparently was not the case. So I suppose that paper bag isn't going to write it's own way our of itself.²

This week I read the Chris Farley biopic, at the urging of Sam. After careful consideration, I do have to agree that there is a biopic to be made in there.³ I'm still a bit unsure of how to tackle it without my comfort zone of turning points and strict 3 act structure. People's lives have a Hell of a time sticking to convenient plot developments.⁴ Still it passes the "having a scene at the end that I want to write" test to motivate me to work on it. Now Sam's boundless optimism just needs to pay off on getting those life rights.

There are plenty of contests on Poptent right now, but none of them really worked for Sam's or my humor. Unless we could find a family of four with a pants suit for the Mom, a spacesuit for the dad, ninja costume for the son, and pirate costume for the daughter. Also still no word if our nickel fight was worth it.⁵ Hopefully we'll here soon. I could use me some money.⁶

Tonight Clayton and I are getting together to work on a draft of Sympathy we can be proud of. The submission deadline for the Nichol's fellowship is May 1st, so hopefully we'll finish by then. Winner gets $30,000 and if you make it towards the finals of the contest, it's a lot easier to get an agent and spec work. So yeah, that's happening.

Over the past couple weeks I've gotten to catch up with some good friends, both in person and over the phone, and that's been a lot of fun. Helped me get out of the weird funk of inadequacy that I hit recently. So onwards and upwards.

Also I'm moving next week. Same apartment complex. Different apartment address.⁷


Now here's my random thoughts from the afternoon:
--My little brother was just shy of 8 months old when Chris Farley died. And he loves Tommy Boy. That's kind of awesome.⁸
--John Goodman needs to be in more. Movies. TV shows. Full length dresses. Anything really.
--Grilled cheese sandwiches are secretly the best food in the universe. Everyone's just too ashamed to admit it.
--In the future analog to ham-radio clubs, in 2090 nerds will secret away to their mom's basements to make a call to the other members of their i-phone club.


¹Like I hoped every summer break of Heroes.
²No footnote. Just wanted to piss Sam off by making him scroll down.
³See, Sam? I'm making amends for making you scroll down before. Damn it, just did it again.
⁴Except maybe Clayton. Definitely Clayton.
⁵Well it was obviously worth it, but no word if we'll be getting money for it.
⁶Unlike most people.
⁷You should have read that like the Batman announcer.
⁸The part about Chris Farley's legacy lasting, not the him dying part.