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Off to spoon with my three boys. Hmm... I wonder if there's a way to cross Ethan with Zeke and Casey. That would be... interesting.

Here's a little something to soften your dreams...





Sleep sweet!



Wait, I think I just got how I could do that. Whoa...

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So has anybody here ever been in a snowstorm?

I've got a character high up in a building, looking out at night during a snowstorm. I've never seen that, so I'm not sure what it would look like. Visibility? Would anything be visible, or just a big mass of... grey? white? The view is of a very big lake - would it be there, or would it be impossible to see that far?

I just need to know enough to spin out from, but I do want to write it so it makes sense and doesn't sound like, well, like I've never been in a fucking snowstorm, for starters. LOL.

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I just watched the trailer for Sorkin and Fassbender's new film, Steve Jobs, and... well, maybe it's this new strain of weed I picked up this afternoon, but it just hit me that Josh's character in August, Tom Sterling, is a gloss on Steve Jobs. The parallels are numerous: pushy, narcisstic, ego-driven, insensitive, demanding, unreasonable, wounding. He talks but never listens, demands everything but won't give an inch, has a vision that's so out there it's almost incomprehensible to anyone else. He shows no love whatsoever to his family, and I'm sure if his brother weren't the linchpin of his company, he'd have cut off contact with them entirely. (The only really stark difference I detected was that there's no way that ditzoid receptionist would have lasted ten seconds around Jobs, let alone weeks or months.)

What made this AHA moment happen was the point in the trailer where Jobs is fired from Apple, and is told the board wants him out. I instantly flashed to Bowie so witheringly telling Josh much the same thing - that the company he founded would be better off without him. (Oh, OUCH.) Light bulb! "Oh hello, Tom," I thought, and then followed that train of thought and realized that I should have thought, "Oh hello, Steve," the first time I saw August. Not sure why I didn't see it until just now, for the Goddess knows I've never had even a gram of love for Steve Jobs. (Steve Wozniak, on the other hand, always seemed like a cool guy. You wouldn't catch Jobs dead throwing a $25M party open to anyone and everyone.**)

So that's another interesting layer of thought surrounding that character. An oddly fascinating guy. And yeah, a prick of truly Jobsian proportions. Whew.


Oh, and I'm so going to see this. It looks really good.

Trailer for Steve Jobs, starring Michael Fassbender and Seth Rogen



** That would be the US Festival, in September of '82. I remember being livid that I wouldn't be able to go.
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The most famous folktale about the wise Japanese judge Ooka Tadasuke is about a restaurant owner suing a poor man for payment. The poor man would eat his daily meal of plain rice near the restaurant so he could smell the food cooking, which made his rice taste better; when the owner discovered this, he sued for payment, and judge Ooka found in favor of the restaurant owner. The poor man protested, saying he only had enough money for rent, showing the judge the few coins he had. Judge Ooka had the poor man pour the coins from one hand to the other a few times, and then told him he was free to go. When the restaurant owner said he hadn't been paid yet, judge Ooka informed him that he HAD just been paid — the price of the smell of food is the sound of money.

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Ah, shit. Like I need another fandom.

I'm getting my hands on a copy of ST, because dammit, I can't wait. I'll buy the DVD the second it comes out, but I need something NOW. (Just went to see it again today = EEK - but I can't pay $10 as often as I want to dig on this film).


It's that kiss. ( Spoilers here... )

Having been most enlightened and impressed by the work that my friends elanorgardner and catkcrl have been doing, posting links and essays about the election and the ongoing war, I felt I'd like to join in and contribute. But since they're doing such a good job already, I thought I'd post something of a different sort, but fully as relevant, I believe. So I present to all of you an extraordinary piece of work from one of the great American writers. No further commentary is needed, I think...





( It was a time of great and exalting excitement... )