TOUCHED BY A SUPERMODEL
Producer: Tyra Banks. After being electrocuted to death on the runway, a leggy model finds she can't enter Heaven without first returning to Earth and doing good deeds to earn her way in.
Is it wrong that I really, really want to see that? (Also: I should pitch 'Zinnia Zmith: Googlenurse' to the CW. They are on the special medication.)
Paul Cornell (he of 'writing some Doctor Who I adore and some I despise' fame - not that that singles him out particularly) says British telly needs the US system of writers' rooms. I suspect he's right - nicking the 'showrunner' concept without the 'other people, also possessing good ideas' to go with it is like recruiting Hannibal without the A-Team, and your plan's never going to come together when there's no one to fly the helicopter/be a manwhore/pity any fools in the vicinity - but it's still a concept that breaks my brain. I talk all the time while I'm writing: bits of dialogue, bits of backstory, bits of me shouting 'shut up and type you arsewit', the works. But that's the sort of conversation probably best had with oneself, no? Or is a writers' room full of people doing that all at once, in a super-efficient time-saving fashion, with free biscuits? That, I could learn to love.
The End of Mr Y, Scarlett Thomas: will babble properly when I've finished, but basically it's your average Coraline meets Heidegger via Samuel Butler and a Choose Your Own Adventure book. Brilliance.
Frankly pathetic progress on B&L. But I've been having some pleasingly daft thoughts about Big Woo-related shenanigans and shiny author websites...
Compulsive Prison Breakery (T, it seems ungrateful, but I feel I must share this with you); smirking at the zen calm of Garfield Minus Garfield; discovering the sprouting lentil; wondering if Ewan McGregor can possibly have needed the money quite this much.
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Thank goodness the strike is over, now they can get back to making Battlestar galactica, the only telly I really care about.
Although I am quite getting to love "The Palace". There's a girl trapped in a delicious, delicious dilemma - and rather convincingly in impossible love with the King.
I have reached the point of being able to hold up my plot very carefully in one hand and gaze at it from all directions...not quite a thing of beauty but hopefully getting stronger by the day.
Meanwhile that Izi still has Big Woo, grrr...gonna have to chase her now.
When coffee this week?
I've still never seen beyond the miniseries of the new BSG - but have heard nothing but good things. I foresee some hardcore boxsetting at some point.
My plot's still in bits, alas - though the bits are starting to attach themselves to each other to form a sort of plot-doily. I'm not at all sure that counts as progress - but well done you!
Thursday or Friday for coffee? We can peer into the Starbucks building site for novelty value...
Unless you fancy the ha-uge and elegant afternoon tea at Joe's, starve yourself all day until 3pm? That would have to be Thursday for me, or with small child, Friday.
I think this is a record. I had to google about 6 things in your post to work out what the flip you were on about. (Ahem, one of them was miniseries, which I thought was some clever word like minutiae or something until I reread it.)
Loved Garfield without Garfield though, and the Ewan M ad made me want to heave. I suppose on a cross-continental camping trip aftershave might be helpful to cover the smell of unwashed biker, but I'm not sure it's what I'd pack. Dear me.
Can I borrow Mr Y? Can I? It looks such fun?
I saw that Ewan Mcgregor advert the other day
Why?! What little credibility you had left is gone!
Though that motorbiking journey thing was pretty interesting, though evidently not as interesting as that stick insect he's eyeballing about half way through.
I read Big Woo (the nice shiney booky version) today, and thumbs up-pyness. Tis most excellent, and very funny, even if i'm not supposed to be the audience.
You say Supermassive in it, which made me laugh at the Musey-ness.
I can tell my friends my aunts dayjob is writing now, can't I?
And some please tell me wtf l33t means before I explode?
Hey, have I not promised enough virtual cake or something?
There will be cake. I even made home made pizza last week. If you were here you could have some.
SP still keeps mournfully saying, 'Susie. Cuddle.'
@ J: sorry, if they hadn't closed the bloody post office down the road, blah blah. Will try to get things in the post tomorrow. Apologies for not making sense: sometimes I forget that other people occasionally turn off their televisions. (And for being grumpy cow yesterday: was in flail mode re B&L, oh dear.) *hugs SP*
@ AngryKid: yay! Glad you approved. And yes, tell everyone you know. And people you don't know. Carpetbomb the streets of Reading with unsubtle BUY THIS! messages if you like. (Actually, don't do that, you might get arrested...)
And yeah, what exactly is it about that stick insect that is so very fascinating? Is he thinking 'wow, this stick insect has more creidibility than me right now' perhaps?
Ech. I was being a bit insensitive. But I haven't even got to read the LAST ONE YET!!!
I think the stick insect is the best thing in it.
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