Something bad, something good...

So, my younger brother comes over and fixes the doors on my car. PLUS..

Then he starts to lecture me on how 'I just don't want to work' and how I NEED to go out to the local school district and apply as a substitute teacher. (Apparently, he's (a.) forgotten that the problem with my legs hurts so much, and episodes occur out of the blue ofter enough that I keep Vicodin around to deal with the pain, and (b.) that this - 'me supposedly not wanting to work' - wasn't such a big deal from 1999 to 2006, when our parents were still alive and (especially in the case of my father) needed 24/7 supervision, couldn't really afford it and (in the case of my father) was such a pain that no one else in the family could or would set their lives aside to come in and act as caretaker. (You cannot divine the depths of jerkitude my father could descend to. The local senior citizens agency that provided him with part-time caretakers informed him that they would no longer do so - after he'd gone through seven or eight - because 'he was too hard on the workers.' I could tell you stories. Just use your imagination.) It's okay for me to have a disfiguring, painful condition when it benefits all others concerned in that you can't manage to escape your surroundings and are basically stuck with the short straw... but when I'm no longer needed to take care of the bastard - pull yourself up by your own bootlaces! You know you can - and by the way, you need to think about getting someone in your life, too! MINUS in negative numbers.

I got an agent based on my latest screenplay. PLUS.

In the script coverage I had done on the script, they liked the script but had some serious problems in terms of the placement of a couple of plot points. Also, the reader wasn't too crazy about the morals and ethics of the main character, but liked the original tone of the characters and the overall concept. They said I need to cut the page length and ease up on the descriptive tone, but really liked the romance in the script and the ending. They even liked the jokes, specifically mentioning how the set-ups paid off well. Nevertheless, they graded it as a 'pass' - but specifically said that rewrites could make this into a quality script. PLUS.

I hate working with kids - especially teenage kids - who don't want to learn, who aren't motivated and are dedicated to the concept of remaining unmotivated and ignorant. If you've caught any of my chapters of Legion of Lawndale Heroes (the excellent Daria/Legion of Super-Heroes crossover fic started in 2005 on the Sheep's Fluff Message Board by the Daria fanfic writer Roentgen) and read up on the character of Colonel Armalin, you might pick that attitude up. Maybe. Minus.

I hate the idea that people want you to assimilate into the social strata and become 'one of the group'. Okay, kiddies...


"Strength is irrelevant. Resistance is futile. We wish to improve ourselves. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service ours."


That's science fiction. I like being an individual and going on my own path, and I have no desire to lemming off a cliff because YOU say 'that's what's best for me.' HOW THE FRAK WOULD YOU KNOW? Do what's best for yourself, and make recommendations for others... oh, I can't stand this part of the 'starving artist' program. You know, the 'poor and in a bit of pain' part. It allows the baseline-normals to think they're superior to you and bitch-slap you around verbally. They're not aware of a wonderful Hollywood maxim that almost everyone in the industry knows: 'Be careful of the toes you step on today - they may be attached to the ass you'll be kissing tomorrow.' The average person doesn't think like that... which is why they beg, cry and plead like stck pigs when the blisteringly unpleasant concept known as 'payback' is brought to their attention in a particularly heinous manner.

Yes, I like money, sex and walking down the street without having oh-so-powerful individuals with their $50-60,000+ jobs for Caterpillar, the hospitals and the city or the state looking down their noses at me. - but we must relearn walking before we get back to bedroom acrobatics. The nukes from orbit will come later.

It all balances out. Have a nice day.