Sunday, February 6th, 2011

Zombie Attack

Sunday, February 6th, 2011 09:40 am
radiumgirl: (kobra kid)
Yesterday ended up being surprisingly productive. I mean, I have a pile of dishes to do and the laundry pile is eating my hallway, but those are minor details. Really. And let's face it, at three in the afternoon yesterday, I was taking a nap/bubble bath and the odds of me being motivated to sort through the monster laundry pile and carry the legitimately dirty things down to the basement were pretty slim.

Luckily, I was saved from this manual labor when Arlo called and asked what I was doing.

"Right now? I'm contemplating getting out of the bathtub because the actual bath part of this mission is over. But my apartment is cold, so I think I'd rather just sit here and keep turning on the hot water. Except I'm pruning and it's gross."

"Ok. But do you have any actual plans?"

"Fuck no."

So, once upon a time, our mutual friend, Jason, graduated from IUP with a BA in English and ended up getting a job selling ad space for a teeny tiny radio station in Punxsutawney, PA. Yes, he hates his life too. But in his spare time, he, like every other English BA ever, writes stories and scripts and shit and tries to make a buck. Like me, he's sold enough to have hope, but not enough to quit his day job.

Awhile ago, he approached Arlo and I about collaborating on a screenplay that he wants to submit to some contest or something. I was like, "Yeah, sure, sounds like a blast" and assumed that that would be the end of discussion because that was the first I'd really spoken to Jason since graduation and Arlo tends to agree to do everything ever, and then ends up doing nothing.

But yesterday, we actually got together! I drove up to IUP, because it's a nice midway between Punxy and my hood and Arlo doesn't have a car anyway, and we ate muffins and drank coffee and spent six hours getting characters and plot points and other details down. Jason is going to send us each a copy of this script-writing software he uses so we don't shoot our computers in the face when we try to format with Microsoft Word, and we're going to try to keep it all together via e-mail and Googledocs and the occasional meet-up in Indiana.

I was really impressed by Jason's work ethic too. He knows what he wants to do and he is always doing it. He has three different screenplays circulating for different movies and now we're working on what we're just referring to as Zombie Attack because we don't have a real title picked out yet, but it's basically The Big Bang Theory meets The Walking Dead and it's going to be amazing. We want a panel at Comic Con. We want a comic book tie in and clever t-shirts and zombie cow plushies (it'll make sense when you see the movie.)

And mostly, we want to quit our shitty day jobs. Heh.

It's all a pipe dream, I know. The only scripts Jason has sold have been for radio commercials. But if nothing else, I'm having alot of fun working with him and Arlo and it's constructive work, and you never know, right?

During a lull in brainstorming, we caught up on what we've been doing with our lives. Jason said, "Yeah, I got three rejection letters for Clunker"

Clunker is an adorable-sounding children's story about a robot turkey that saves the world.

I nodded, "Yeah, I got one for 'The Boy Who Wanted to be God' last week."

"Yeah."

"I made a coaster out of it."

"A coaster, huh?"

"A coaster."

Jason took a sip of his coffee, "I tacked mine up on my dart board."

"Nice."

And then the barrister brought us free muffins because they were getting ready to close and he didn't want to throw them out. I missed my gang. It was nice to get out of the apartment for something other than work, too.

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