Sometimes I Wonder

Why? Why not? Okay, here’s the deal. I’m going to rant to fill some sort of arbitrary word count in order to make my point which is simply this; If you’re going to publish a blog, why aren’t you allowing for commentary?

Is your opinion sacrosanct, and not up for debate? Clearly not, as there’s always an opposing position to take.

Maybe you’re afraid of what others might think. Maybe you don’t want your opinion to be drowned out by the noise du jour. However, if you’re effectively keeping your opinions to yourself, why should I bother to read it?

I allow for commentary on all my blogs, including this one. The fact that I don’t get many simply means I don’t have a lot of readers. Is this my choice? No, of course not. I’d prefer the ten thousand fans I’m supposed to have, allowing for about 100 comments based on I believe the Pareto Principle. See also, the 90/9/1 rule. I could also use these mythical ten thousand fans to support me at a dollar a month for the rest of my life.

Yes, I’ve done the math, that’s $120K a year, until I die. However, the business that hasn’t been created yet, is: What to do with your sites after you die? Someone, and it may be you reading this, can start this business, and make some money off of it. And then, I’d like a large donation, and credit on your site. Point to my ministry site when you do. Thanks!

There’s going to be an influx of those that will have written a virtual metric ton of stuff online that are going to eventually die. They may leave the care and feeding of these sites to friends, relatives, etc. A thousand years from now, one of my descendants may reference this particular article.

Hey, it could happen. Note to self, add this to the same list that contains, “When pigs fly.”

So, to review: People post opinions, and don’t allow comments. I don’t have to read these sites anymore.

Have I made my point yet? More importantly, have I made my word count?

72 and Sunny in Redondo Beach. Adjust your expectations accordingly.

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A Date With Destiny

I didn’t even know she was seeing anyone. Go with me on this, as I’m riffing a pitch that I’m making this Friday for the UMFF in Palos Verdes Peninsula. I’ve been attending this thing since 2013, and this year, I’m also directing a scene for the screenplay showcase Saturday night. Pray for me to whichever God you worship, as I’m still casting.. Thanks!!!

As we all know, Seacoast City attracts all types of heroes, villains, and superheroes. They have relationships, and offspring. Faith is the daughter of Mister Destiny, a superhero that make the ultimate sacrifice saving the city yet again.

She doesn’t know this however. She wakes up from a dream that is actually a vision, as she’s experiencing one of  her inherited powers for the first time.  This vision drives the rest of the story, and as she has foretold, the reality is different. Observing an event necessarily changes its result.

Actively influencing it causes even more ripples, and it’s something her dad struggled with throughout his entire career.  She attempts to intervene in the mayor’s assassination attempt, and succeeds to a point. His wife gets shot, and falls into a coma.

Unknown to Destiny, the mayor is secretly The Black Fox, and protected the city with Mr. Destiny back in the day.  He took time off after he thought he rid the city of the supervillain menace, but it wasn’t meant to be.

Ultimately, the Fearless Assassins In League come to town, and are directly and indirectly involved with the shooting. Mr. Destiny’s ex returns to the life of crime from whence she came, as no heroic influence to be had.

Reverting to type being all the rage. Supervillains that have been caught are released, and the police chief retires. He’s replaced by a corrupt chief that might be mind controlled by one of the members of FAIL!

Destiny has a vision that Mayor Scott Overstreet is secretly The Black Fox, and confronts him. He at first denies, but then the Red Scorpion breaks into the office, and gets thoroughly trashed by both of them. The Black Fox takes on a mentorship role with Destiny, as he feels that’s what her father would’ve wanted. In fact, those were his last words before he died.

There’s a casino in town that is somewhat corrupt as well. One crime family steals from another, and it’s amazing that all the graft going on is somewhat unnoticed by the citizens of Seacoast City that seem to patronize the casino on a more than occasional basis.

Big production values on a small budget, as a 30 day shoot in The South Bay area can be achieved for around 2 Million Dollars!!!

But this can truly be shot anywhere as tax incentives abound. About me: I won Best Screenplay in 2014 with Diamond is a Girl’s Best Friend, and I’m currently writing a script that I can’t talk too much about.

Contact me if interested.

72 and sunny in Redondo Beach, which is Palos Verdes Peninsula adjacent….

How To Read a Screenplay in 5 Minutes

Whether you’re a Reader just starting out, or an Executive level Producer deciding on the next greenlight, you’re going to want to read an actual screenplay properly.

Of course, maybe you have a pile on your desk or in your backpack, and you don’t truly want to spend a lot of time reading someone else’s story while actually asking yourself, “Why am I not telling my own?”

So, here’s what you do, or maybe it’s what I do, and your mileage may vary; Take a walk with your current screenplay, and read the first five pages.

Then tear them out. Throw them to the wind. If they blow back, as opposed to blowback, grab them, and tack them to the end of the rest of the screenplay.

Turn to the middle, and tear one out after you read it. If you liked what you read, then crumple it in a ball, and stuff it in your pocket.

Go back into your current domicile, and throw the screenplay to the ceiling. Read only the pages that don’t stick to it.

After that, if you still like what you’ve read, then ask for another undamaged copy from the writer.

It’s at this point he’ll probably ask, “What happened to the copy I gave you?” A terse rejoinder is required here, however telling the truth isn’t truly a good idea.

Go with one of the following:

  • My reader kept it.
  • I misplaced it.
  • It accidentally got put in the reject pile and shredded, or
  • I wanted to discuss a rewrite.

That last one should only be used if you do indeed want a rewrite.

Now I realize this is the 21st century, and these days you don’t get a hard copy, and PDF’s are the norm. This allows an additional reason; my cellphone accidentally deleted it.

Now, you always ultimately want a hard copy. Because you liked aforementioned script, and you do indeed want to discuss it with the writer.

Now, being one myself, I’m going to tell you that he doesn’t believe that he needs a rewrite. Personally, I don’t believe in rewrites, as you’re just doing more writing. Some of the original may not see the light of day, however the writing itself did in fact take place.

72 and sunny in Redondo Beach.

Oscars 2018

The need to make predictions exists, simply because others are already doing the same thing, and there may be a prediction ballot at the event I’m attending tomorrow. Red Carpet at 330p, Oscars themselves at 5p, and we’ll see if there’s any editing like at other faith based events I’ve attended like this….

Bill Murray did this really cool bit on Saturday Night Live all those years ago, about how no one cares about the supporting roles and who wins. He had a diagram and everything. We all watched because it was part of the news segment, and it was funny.

They’re probably dated by now, however we have all these new hashtag movements because Twitter rules the world of entertainment. As we know, entertainment is something that is in a fixed form, as defined by the US Government anyway….

Will The Oscars be entertaining? I hope so, however I have little faith in this regard.  Most of the shall we say slams at all things conservative are going to take place. How to be a red-blooded Merican(sic) male in 2018 without being accused of harassment?

If I harass you, report it. Immediately if not sooner. Not 40 years from now, when more people will know that I’m famous. Better yet, do it posthumously so I’ll never know that you’ve been talking about me behind my back.

Wait! I’m going to heaven, and I get to watch the show. So, I’ll know.

Thanks for playing Oscars. I have a lovely parting gift for you.

 

Over A Year

It turns out there are too many places to write free.  I’ve achieved a goal and connected with a print publication that will be around for awhile, however to get paid I must write. I have daily obligations elsewhere, and there aren’t enough hours in the day.

At some point as a de facto reporter of things happening in real time, I need to take timeout to sit down and write. I guess I could turn my cell into a Dictaphone as the technology for that exists, however the transcribing will take time as well.

I’m not sure that I can upload an audio to this beast, and do that while other things take place. I know I can dictate a story here, and maybe have it transcribed automagically, however that requires actual computer time with no other things going on in life.

This problem is an easy solve, but again, real life trumps reel life.  Not enough hours in the day. Roughly 24 last I checked, and I truly only get 8 on this beast, with needing to do at least 12 to 16 hours every damn day.

Those that are bad at math can see that each day I fall 4 to 8 hours further behind in life. This may be why I haven’t posted here in over a year.

Maybe I should take to writing sonnets like Shakespeare allegedly did. Yes, I’ve been infected by The Marlowe society.  Several out there believe that Shakespeare didn’t write all of his oeuvre.

I hope I’m using that word right.

In any case, I’ll attempt to write more frequently here until such time as the paid money type work totally gets in the way….

New catch phrase pending.

I Should Write Something

I’ve been doing this for awhile now, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve come to a conclusion. Breaking the word down becomes tedious, as that’s something that I’ve been doing lately elsewhere, so why should I do it here?

Once when I was presented with the prompt in the headline, I simply wrote, “Something.” Done!

What did I achieve? Well, I get a chuckle from a select few, and I fulfill my daily clown quota. Found out sometime last century that some use the word clown as a verb. She was sitting next to me when between takes she said, “You clowned me.”

Whatever happened to my co-star of West Hollywood News in Review? I don’t know. Good times, almost well, actually over 25 years ago at this point. Video on the web wasn’t truly a thing yet, and we never really got more than the first two full episodes edited.

A credit roll today would have at least four credits for me: Head Writer, Co Producer, Star, and one other. Maybe only three. I never directed any episodes, but I’m sure I could’ve had I asked.

We wrote sketches. We were damn good too. Ivan liked them, and that means, they were in. We’d shoot video on actual video tape, complete with sync sound, and the goal was to put them up on Public Access in West Hollywood.

That’s the part we never did.

My inheritance when coach left us was those tapes. Digitizing at $10 per times 60 some odd tapes, and yes, some are pretty odd, would cost $600 that I don’t have. I’m setting up here at Team 33 Productions to DIY, well, DIM as I’d be doing it myself.

There should be a way to get the VCR to go 4 times the speed so that the Mac doing the digitizing would get that part done faster than real time. I’ll let you know when I solve that problem.

72 and sunny in Redondo Beach™

The Naked Truth About Conferences

Now, if she would just let us know which hotel….

CASEY KIMBERLY, WRITER/PLAYWRIGHT

If you think people attend conferences for education and networking, you’re a fool. If you attend conferences for your career development, you’re fooling yourself.

There may be standout breakouts. You may snap pics of a speaker’s revealing slides. But the screen you’ll scan most during sessions will be the mobile one in your hand.

Certainly, you’ll meet people. But millions don’t flock to conferences for professional networking. The truth is they flock to fuck.

At night host hotels become hotbeds of hedonism. A brief escape. No kids, no spouses, no strings attached.

Shocked? Interested? I’m in Room 603.

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