in which resa and i are bored at work

 me:  hey shawty

it's yuh birthday

 Theresa:  we gonna party like its my birthday?

 me:  gonna sip bacardi like it's your birthday

 Theresa:  oh

those are the words?

 me:  no you had yours right

that's the line that follows

i think

me:  oh here we are

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

Theresa:  i know that song!

 me:  glad we figured that out. i don't know what i would have done with my life otherwise

it's FIDDY!

Theresa:  MISTER FIDDY!

 me:  yup, it is most definitely the wednesday before break

 

 

 

2009

In 2009 I:

Went to Lollapalooza for the second time (again with Jess, even though we now only get to see each other about once a year), went to Vegas for the first time, saw Justin Timberlake minus Nsync in concert for the first time, wrote a lot but finished little, stayed in the same apartment, got two lovely new roommates, celebrated my birthday twice in the span of a week, became an aunt, actually went OUT in Atlanta while visiting the 'rents for the first time, re-read Other Voices, Other Rooms, made fantastic use of my Netflix account, became addicted to SVU, got in the habit of taking vitamins and drinking tea, went to Florida for the first time (tomorrow!)

In 2009 I did not:

Quit smoking, finish a screenplay, sleep enough, see enough of my favorite people, buy a single pair of shoes (PROGRESS FUCKERS), save near enough money (or maybe not), make enough use of my guitar, travel outside the country.

Resolutions: Save money for Scotland, finish the romantic comedy script by April, sleep more and get sick less

Charade: Part One

And the opening scene for "Charade" cause it's my absolute favorite. I wish I'd written it. Excuse the crappy youtube quality. You can watch the whole thing on Hulu if you feel so inclined. Which you should.

the 40s did it better

After much careful deliberation (read: upon making some wise-ass remark that prompted Larke to ask what movie it was from only to find I made it up) I've decided (read: Larke said I should and I agreed) that I'm going to write a 40s style romantic comedy.

You know, the kind where both people are charming. After watching about 15 or so romantic comedies and outlining all of them, some of them great (Say Anything is a classic) some of them so bad I'm still not sure what the fuck they were intended to be (looking at you, Elizabethtown) I've come to the conclusion that according to modern-day romantic comedy rules, only one lead is allowed to be funny and charming. The other fulfills the uptight asshole who just needs to let loose role. And the charming one is generally free-spirited to the point of irresponsible.

I miss the days when romantic comedies had two leads who were both incredibly charming and fun and maybe irresponsible in doses, but as a whole fully-formed adults. They could keep up with each other without resorting to cheap slapstick jokes or degradation on someone's part. Plus, quick, fast-paced dialogue is my favorite kind to write and who was better at that than Cary Grant, Katharine or Audrey Hepburn, Rosalind Russell and basically everything Billy Wilder ever wrote even when it wasn't a romantic comedy?

So that's what I'm gonna do. A modern day 40s style romantic comedy. Now I just need to come up with a plot.

In the meantime, a few clips from one of my favorites:

New year, less procrastination...well, that's the idea anyway.

Because in 2010 I plan to be productive or something. So, a few less whistling puppies and more writing-centric posts.

...

Oh who am I kidding? There will be puppies. There'll just be more writing, too.