I'm doing a bit of research for my next screeplay. It's basis is on a whack job down here in Austin who has his own public access show. He;s a globalist. His belief starts by saying: we're so used to believing in authourity that anything the government tells us we believe because we are sheep and that's what we're taught at an early age. To be sheep. That the government doesn't lie. So they say 9-11 was terrorists then that must be the case.
His belief, of course, is that the whole world is run by the same people. The democrats were in the white house when the whole Iraq thing began and so thats why they put the republicans in the White House... because our perception is that the Republicans are the only ones who would start a war. And they can't shatter are little belief system.
"Let's play some word association," he says. "Tell me the first word that pops in your head when I say: Conspiracy. Most people think theory. We've been conditioned to believe that any conspiracy is just a theory. It's only a theory because people think it lacks eveidence."
"Let me put it another way.... in theory I could buy a lottery ticket and win a million dollars. However, once I buy the lottery ticket it becomes a possibility. Likewise, once we introduce evidence into a theory becomes an evidence. And what I am telling you is evidence."
Well with an endorsement like that....
I've been seeing him and others toss around theories (er... possiblilites?) about 9-11. What really happened from their point of view "Why is there no luggage at the Pentagon crash site?"> "How could an 83 foot plane crash into the Pentagon and make a 65 foot hole?" I realize how ridiculous some of the JFK assaination theories are. I believe even more now Oswald acted alone. It stregnthens the arguement. (Read the book Closed Case for surther evidence thereof.) As my brother once said "Look into any moment in time and connections and coincidences will always be there."
Like the guy with the umbrella on the sidealk during the assassination who opens his Umbrella "despite being a sunny day." I've started to think... maybe he spilled his Coke on it. Maybe he was shaking off a bee. MAYBE he had OCD and had to flog his Umbrella every once and a while! It didn't have to be a signal to the grassy knoll.
So, in writing this script, part of me has believe this stuff, too. Well, the character does, I just have to understand it. Paranoia can be quite the motivator. And besides maybe I like being the sheep. Maybe it's just EASIER to believe what they tell me then live in paranoia all the time... who's this guy buggin me at the bar? Maybe he's read my site and thinks I know too much!
But it's the best part of writing: delving into another world... I wanted to know nothing about. :)
Matt
We named the dog Ace. This became a very tough process naming the dog mostly because I was set on naming it Anakin or Mace or something Star Wars else Star Wars like Greedo or Chewie. And Kristen was wanting anything but. we after hours finally settled on Ace which worked well because it sounded like Mace (and we got him a purple collar) and because of our regular poker nights Ace seems fitting.
The problem is I've never owned a pet and suddenly the responsibility of a dog was something I really didn't want. The dog, of course, is not potty trained it's only 7 weeks old and that has been causing me a all of the stress because every 10 seconds I whipping my head around to see if he's pooped anywhere on the rug. Or peed (which he does more often and... yep just tried to do ont he carpet yet again.)
You have to take a dog outside everytime he thinks it's okay to pee because then he knows where to do it. Where is he now? Behind the couch. He's okay. It's really the pee that bother me most cause it sticks in your carpet and your apt. smells like ammonia. Where now? Whew, behind my chair watching me type away. AT least he's now at the point where we can let him run around with out much supervision... course now he does things like chew on power cords. That'd be a cruel lesson to learn. Where now? Eating. He's a wiener dog so he take two piece of food, walks away to chew them then walks back grabs 2 more and does it again. Wierd dog can't eat over his food. Damn, where now?
In my room diggin through Kristen's suitcase she packed for the weekend to visit her dad. The dog really likes Kristen's underwear, though probably not for the same reason I like them. Anything stringy or show laces the dog will fight till the death over.
He's biting now. Something both RYan and I find irratating. Where now? Eating again. He's teething and so anychance to chew on anyting is welcome. Problem is being a mini- dachsund it's hard to find bones small enough to chew on. Where? Playing with an old pair of swin trunks.
Is the crick in my neck stress r just from trying to find Ace. The world may never know.
Matt
Because I now cut my own hair, the drain in bedroom sink has been running slow... until the other day when it had stopped all together. Standing water, especially, with gook from the drain and water I splashed in there after washing my hands about makes me want to puke. After the second day I decided it was time to take care of the mound of soap goop and thick whiskers that was lining the drain and figure it out a way to clean it out.
I tried to pull the drain out, to just scrape out the scraps but the sink was built in such a way that you couldn't. No release underneath or anything. It seemed you had to disconnect the whole drainpipe. Didn't even want to TRY that (knowing I'd somehow not be able to get it back together.)
I, then, considered just calling my apartment handyman to come in and detach the dense clot from the drain but I thought I should at least buy some Liquid Plummer so I could say "I tried everything."
Only... the last time I tried to use the Liquid Plummer it sped my drain speed but still slackened water sluggishly down the sink.
But I thought I had better try "everything" and went out and picked up the Liquid Plummer Max Proffesional Stregnth Max Gel. Poured the potion into the putrid water for it's plunge down the pipe. 30 mintues later we ran the warm water over waterway and watched as the water whipped down the drain.
3 days still no problems and I cheer everytime I don't have sinkful of toothpaste spit lingering in my loo.
Hooray Liquid Plummer Max Proffesional Stregnth Max Gel
Friday.... my review of Batman Begins... which I loved.
Matt
I know. I've been dying to write but I've been crazy whack busy, yo.
Firstly, work. Been crazy. Making good cash, but crazy lot of hours. Tends to be the driving force in my life... work. I've been working on changing that but Kristen and I just drove up to MO to float with Toby and the gang.
The trip was great. Kristen met my dad which went well. A polar opposite to when I met her dad at graduation. He did everything within his power to ignore me. Even skipped his own daughters graduation dinner, because I was going to be there. I mean, I understand why he's a little hesitant. I can understand his side. When my seventeen year old daughter brings home a way older guy I'll be ready to kick someone's ass. However he doesn't understand how crazy in love I am with K and that I am, of course, the nicest guy in the world.
K and I headingback up to MO in July for my dad's wedding. Sounds like lots of golf and fun. Kristen's gonna be meeting my aunts and uncles and few other random family memebers, so she's nervous despite having already met my bro and sis and father.
Ryan and I put into action a plan for trying to write and what not. We've been painfully notwriting. And both of us were worried about mentioning it o the other. But part of our ride back from MO Ryan and I decided it was worth discussing hashed it out and Tuesday starts our new writing night.
And finally, Kristen, got a dog. A little wiener dog. It's cute but a tad on the annoying side... it likes to bark at XBOX controllers in the middle of the night. Kristen's moving into her apartment the week after my dad's wedding so she's been over here a lot. It's caused a slight bit of tension... we've never spent THIS much time around one another so it's a bit on the "you again?" side of things. But we see the light at the end of the tunnel and the dog has helped ease the tiny bit of tension that's left.
I do love her though. *everyone puke... now* Tues and Wed... so hopefully I'll write some thing up this week and play a little more catch up.
Matt