Archive for January, 2008
Sam has never seen Mr. Rogers
Thursday, January 31st, 2008But I swear, sometimes he says “Meow meow yes, meow meow no.”
Ridiculous but good
Thursday, January 31st, 20086:45 wake up.
7:45 rush out the door.
Drive 7 miles to drop Will off at work.
9:15 arrive back home.
9:30-12:45 attempt to: eat something, get clean and dressed, feed Sam, entertain Sam, catch up on email, work on script, get Sam to nap, play phone tag with insurance company about latest incorrect bill, and not go crazy.
1:00 rush out the door. Drive 9 miles to drop Sam off at Andrea’s house.
2:00 drive 8 miles to pick up Will.
2:50 drive 7 miles to meeting.
3:30 chat for half an hour with agent, whom we both like.
4:07 drive 21 miles back to Andrea’s house. In rush hour traffic.
6:30 (yes, two and a half hours later) Sam was happy to see us and our wonderful friends fed us while Eamon enumerated his many super powers.
So there you go. I don’t know what’s more ridiculous, Los Angeles travel times or… no, that’s more ridiculous than anything. I really look forward to the day that I can afford to find some nice young person to come over a few days a week and watch Sam while I work. I figure yesterday cost us about $20 in gasoline, and while I’m sure a babysitter would cost more I’d gladly pay it to not have to spend the entire damn day driving.
Not So Candid
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
I gave Sam a glass of milk and he sat down on the stairs to drink it. I grabbed the camera, hoping to get a shot before he noticed me, but he immediately put the glass down and began to pose. I didn’t know that he knew about posing for pictures but I guess he figured it out.
Fears
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008We are meeting with an agent tomorrow afternoon. He liked our sci-fi/action script, but…
Everyone liked our sci-fi/action script and that hasn’t gotten us anywhere yet.
He seems to be primarily interested in Will, because he wrote a novel and they love to represent “double threats.”
I am not a double threat. (At least, I don’t believe that any agency could represent screenwriters, novelists, directors, AND craft book authors. But I guess it is possible.)
None of our other scripts are sci-fi/action, nor are any of our ideas. What if he’s not interested in our other stuff?
A great deal of Hollywood has this crazy idea that you can only write in one genre. We… don’t.
I wanted to have this western ready to show him (proof that we can do more than one thing!) but Sam did not let me do anything all fucking day and now I am so tired I might fall over.
I’m afraid that we can’t afford to keep trying. And honestly, being so discouraged about money has made me discouraged about everything.
The last two people who wanted to represent us were duds. One wanted to use us to advance his own career and the other wanted to be our friend. (He was a nice guy, but dude. We have enough friends.)
The agency… doesn’t have a website. How can I trust them to make us good New Media deals if they don’t have a fucking website? I had a website in 1996 and I am a total Luddite!
No website means no client list (though IMDbPro says they can give me the full list in exchange for lots of money). No client list on the internet probably means they don’t have any clients I’ve heard of.
So… what if this guy is basically a nobody? Despite everything I still think we are better than that.
Other Sam Kleins
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008It would seem there is a Canadian detective series by Allan Levine that I need to get my hands on. And I had no idea that Sam’s great-grandfather’s cigar shop is still around. We must go to Cleveland!
Class Pictures
Monday, January 28th, 2008I am blown away by these portraits of high school students by Dawoud Bey. They remind me of my father’s style of photograph: no unnecessary glamour, just people. Via Tricia Royal.
Happy Brick Day!
Monday, January 28th, 2008It’s Lego’s 50th Birthday!

Even Google is celebrating.
I was just saying to Shelby on Saturday that I always thought I’d hate living in a house where I could trip over Legos at any time, but it turns out to be the thing that makes me happiest on earth. (OK, maybe it’s the boy who plays with the Legos that makes me so happy. Let’s not split hairs.) Via Simon.
Watch this video.
Monday, January 28th, 2008Since I watched my first DVD special feature I’ve thought foley is about the coolest thing ON EARTH. My friend Mary-Jo is a sound editor and there’s a video clip about her on ABC.com from this morning’s Good Morning America. Go watch it!