right, so on the day of Halloween, a time for Hocus Pocus, Nightmare before Christmas, Coraline and the like, my mother decides that the film that should be played is Beauty and the Beasts Enchanted friggin Christmas....ever had to try to turn yourself into a zombie with elle singing 'as long as theres Christmas' in the backround??
Anyway, this got me thinkin about Beauty and the Beast, in the film the Beast is a proper bastard, dont care for nothin or no-one and has always been this way, however he became the Beast cos some manky old lady offered him a rose for shelter an he said no...this is not the act of bastardness in my eyes, think about it, your indoors on a horrible night, you hear a hammering on your door, you open it to find a haggard nasty grizzled old gypsy hag on your doorstep sayin 'lemme in an i'll give you a flower' who in there right minds would accept that offer...yeah yeah yeah, that might sound harsh, but would you?
I think not, i mean sure, i'd prolly give her directions to the nearest bed and breakfast, but lettin a absolute stranger into my house jus cos it was rainin? hell no, especially if all they offered in return was a bloody flower...and theres another thing, why would you offer a dude a flower, yeah sure there are some guys who would gladly welcome the gift of a rose, but you wouldn't offer it to any random guy! so.....in conclusion, the Beast was just some regular guy, who was prolly just having a bad day (as we all do once in a while) who didnt let some scabby old hag into his house, and cos she was a absolute bitch, she fucked him right up.
Who does things like that, does she just go from house to house expecting people to let her in? if she's that desperate for lodgings she should go to a motel, she's a bloody enchantress, she could magic up her own one!
so second conclusion, she's a bitch, the Beast was just a normal guy drove to depression!
rant over
01/11/2009
30/10/2009
All Hallows Ween
the night is once again upon us, finally i can walk around in a costume an not get 'looks' of people, i feel as tho we should have more costume lead holidays, sure you can dress up like santa or an elf at the celebration of a dude who dabbled in witch-craft, cannibalism an blood letting (think about it, its true) an maybe a giant a bunny (celebrating....erm, how bunny's soothed JC's hunger with...chocolate when, erm, he was...fuck it WHY CHOCOLATE EGG LADEN RABBITS PEOPLE, IT MAKES NO SENSE) an you can always celebrate your own day in your very own birthday suit, but thats it. Think i may start my very own campaign to start a Simpsonsesque 'Do As You Feel Day', seriously, how cool would it be to stroll down the shops dressed like a pirate an get served by a big chili. Costumes make the world a happier place, now i have to finish my noose, scrawl reasons why i killed myself on a shirt an hope that no one at the party knew someone who hung themselves!
It has now been a week since i did a Work Trial at a shop in Bexleyheath....for those who dont know, a work trial means i work somewhere for a week without gettin paid to let the company know what i'm like and if they should hire me, i got my travel paid for (an expansive 12 whole pounds) and a lunch allowance (living like a lunchtime King on £3 a shift). They kind of flippantly said that i'd find out this week if i have a position over Chrimbo, it is now the end of the week, and i've heard nothing...altho that may be cos i didnt jump into their little clique they had there, it seemed as tho if you talk bollocks with the supervisor an laugh at his loud voice neighing, abrasive and sliiiiightly offensive statements about his sex life he didnt like you, an me being me, i sat in the staff room an read during my breaks (which seemed to put them on edge), when on the shop floor i kept myself busy an helped customers (which i received no kind of training for...lucky i knew a bit about what i was selling!) i would like a job for christmas, but i'm kinda secretly hopin i didnt get this one, purely so i dont ever have to talk to them again!
It has now been a week since i did a Work Trial at a shop in Bexleyheath....for those who dont know, a work trial means i work somewhere for a week without gettin paid to let the company know what i'm like and if they should hire me, i got my travel paid for (an expansive 12 whole pounds) and a lunch allowance (living like a lunchtime King on £3 a shift). They kind of flippantly said that i'd find out this week if i have a position over Chrimbo, it is now the end of the week, and i've heard nothing...altho that may be cos i didnt jump into their little clique they had there, it seemed as tho if you talk bollocks with the supervisor an laugh at his loud voice neighing, abrasive and sliiiiightly offensive statements about his sex life he didnt like you, an me being me, i sat in the staff room an read during my breaks (which seemed to put them on edge), when on the shop floor i kept myself busy an helped customers (which i received no kind of training for...lucky i knew a bit about what i was selling!) i would like a job for christmas, but i'm kinda secretly hopin i didnt get this one, purely so i dont ever have to talk to them again!
29/10/2009
Writers Block > Writers Boredom
so
my first screenplay is 7 pages in....and i'm stumped, i know the story, i know the characters, i jus dont know how to put it down on a page in script form.
Having asked advice from fellow writers the suggestions where 'just finish it' 'i've read what you have already, send me the finished one by Friday' (cos apparently deadlines help...i think not) and my personal favorite 'Drink + Think'.
so know i'm sitting at my 'puter, albeit about to leave to deliver a console drumkit to a friend an attend the last class of a course i'm on) with a bottle of cider, an all i can think is...i prefer magers to bulmers!
for now i shall leave with this, not knowing whether or not it shall even be read, believe me i could go on about children chasing pigeons with plastic axes, annoying supervisors at (potentially) new jobs and a bunch of Halloween brew ha-ha, but i must flee for quick alcohol, learnings and more alcohol.
take care internets
x
my first screenplay is 7 pages in....and i'm stumped, i know the story, i know the characters, i jus dont know how to put it down on a page in script form.
Having asked advice from fellow writers the suggestions where 'just finish it' 'i've read what you have already, send me the finished one by Friday' (cos apparently deadlines help...i think not) and my personal favorite 'Drink + Think'.
so know i'm sitting at my 'puter, albeit about to leave to deliver a console drumkit to a friend an attend the last class of a course i'm on) with a bottle of cider, an all i can think is...i prefer magers to bulmers!
for now i shall leave with this, not knowing whether or not it shall even be read, believe me i could go on about children chasing pigeons with plastic axes, annoying supervisors at (potentially) new jobs and a bunch of Halloween brew ha-ha, but i must flee for quick alcohol, learnings and more alcohol.
take care internets
x
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