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I have yet to resolve the google = fuckbags problem. I'm sure there's an easy solution. I haven't been so inclined to really do much investigation at the moment. Things are at a stand still. Though I am working on bringing up some writing projects those are no where near completion. The actual projects that I/we should be working on are doing nothing. I'm functionally filling time until I can get there. david shute - Feb 23, 2010 at 10:00 PM
So, google has decided to be fuckbags. They don't want to support Blogger on private domains via FTP. Which this is. So in the next two months I need to find another solution or host on their network which sort of defeats the purpose of having my own domain. So finding another solution it is. Fun times. david shute - Feb 2, 2010 at 10:34 PM
That's the title of the new one act script that I've been working on this week. It had originally started as something much different. When I was catching THREE TALL WOMEN I had a few minutes to let my mind wander during intermission and the simple phrase stuck in my head. I started thinking about a stage production and was leaning toward a very stripped down Faustian tale attempting to invoke genuine horror. It's very much not that anymore. I really like what I've got. Enough that I'm not willing to finish cranking it out tonight and submitting it to KWLT. I'd rather take some time to massage it a little bit. It's a very dialogue heavy piece with a comedic drive. That shit takes time to polish. I want to do it right. The basic premise is a woman walking down the street is startled by a college kid who wakes up on the sidewalk. Unbeknownest to him, while he was everybody else, excepting the woman of course, died while he was unconscious. Quite literally, everybody's dead. The basic concept is done, outline is complete, and most of the dialogue is already there. Now it just needs a lot of love. david shute - Feb 1, 2010 at 11:03 PM |
