August 30, 2004
I ran into some Perl MySQL problems (I don't know what that means either) which prevented me from posting all the things I've been meaning to post lately. Now I think I've managed to fix it, and one of the things I meant to comment on, pertaining to Deadroom, is:
Hope is nice; having a reason to hope is even better.
Although it's still not enough to get me out of bed in the morning before 11am. Hopefully the screening I think I'm going to tomorrow will do the trick in regards to that.
Last Friday, I went back to my old high school, where the drama department was putting on Les Miserables. Preamble: I was obsessed with Les Miserables, both the musical and Victor Hugo's novel, in my formative years. I listened to the cast recording endlessly (echanted by the emotion of the music, blissfully ignorant of how terrible the lyrics frequently are), and read the book three or four times (and the unabridged version at that). So anyway, I wouldn't have expected much from a high school presentation of a Broadway musical, especially from the high school whose drama department consistently frustrated me when I tried to be active in it. But this performance was amazing. I've seen the 'official' show, and it was just as good as that one; someone must have sunk a lot of cash into this, and the talent of the cast was astonishing. It was pretty inspiring, and I somehow felt cheated; why didn't I get to participate in something like that when I was there? All I ever saw that stage used for was inspirational speakers and students who saw in the high riggings a good place to skip class. All through high school, I had the pervasive sense that I was wasting time; and I was, but I wish I'd had a chance like this not to.
I saw two of my English teachers there and wanted to say hi to them (but didn't). Particularly the one who read my first feature length screenplay and at the end of the year bought me a copy of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's 100 Years Of Solitude because I think she knew me well enough to know I'd love it.
I'll have some things to write about films shortly; in the meantime, I need to check out my bank account and see how badly in the red I am.
UPDATE: the answer to the above query is negative sixty four dollars. Score! Although I wish those pesky automated bill has been deducted after Bjork's album hit stores. Now I'll have to wait until Thursday to get it.
Posted by David Lowery at August 30, 2004 11:27 PM