shooting in mid air
Sporadically, my random spurts of writing are rudely interrupted by real life. Work is gritty these days.
I want to make Shade's Children into a movie.
For anyone who hasn't read the book, it's basically a matrix-lotr, more elegant and intense than most of the others in its genre. *shrivels away from scifi* It has powerful, almost-human, pretty-gay bastard villains, iraq-esque racism and all-round strange violence, creatures who spin cocoons sixty floors above ground, beautiful, unfortunate children, unable to save their world and have safe sex and the human race's last hope suffering from an identity crisis. Don't let me kid you, it's actually quite bleak and slick.
Anybody who has read 'The Chrysalids' or 'The Day of the Triffids' by John Wyndham, it's something like that, but without the lengthy, confusing prose.
Actually, ignore the grotesque review; I think it's about one of the most filmable books I have ever read. I mean, hell, I have at least five to six trailer ideas in my head right now, and a cast list AND a proposed soundtrack, which includes:
1) Precious Time - Keiko Matsui
2) Faint - Linkin Park
3) Shut Your Mouth - Garbage
4) One Way Ride - Hooverphonics
5) Somebody Else's Song - Lifehouse
6) Hyper-ballad - Bjork
7) Comfort Eagle - Cake
8) It's In Our Hands - Bjork
Yes, I am serious about this. *wrinkles brow* I'll accept donations.
[major digress];
People are strange creatures. I have these girls sodden with power in my class who sit around getting braided by six different people until they look like some mutiliated POD member, banging their fists on their desks and screaming at the plebeians. Then, I have these fanfucked girly taiwanese mandopop star wannabes who must absolutely suck up to power and squeal at anything remotely decent looking. And then, if stuff wasn't bad enough, you've got people who think they know everything and tell you so. Then you've got people who cry all the time. And all this time, I'm trying not to offend more than two people at one time, and failing miserably.
I want to make Shade's Children into a movie.
For anyone who hasn't read the book, it's basically a matrix-lotr, more elegant and intense than most of the others in its genre. *shrivels away from scifi* It has powerful, almost-human, pretty-gay bastard villains, iraq-esque racism and all-round strange violence, creatures who spin cocoons sixty floors above ground, beautiful, unfortunate children, unable to save their world and have safe sex and the human race's last hope suffering from an identity crisis. Don't let me kid you, it's actually quite bleak and slick.
Anybody who has read 'The Chrysalids' or 'The Day of the Triffids' by John Wyndham, it's something like that, but without the lengthy, confusing prose.
Actually, ignore the grotesque review; I think it's about one of the most filmable books I have ever read. I mean, hell, I have at least five to six trailer ideas in my head right now, and a cast list AND a proposed soundtrack, which includes:
1) Precious Time - Keiko Matsui
2) Faint - Linkin Park
3) Shut Your Mouth - Garbage
4) One Way Ride - Hooverphonics
5) Somebody Else's Song - Lifehouse
6) Hyper-ballad - Bjork
7) Comfort Eagle - Cake
8) It's In Our Hands - Bjork
Yes, I am serious about this. *wrinkles brow* I'll accept donations.
[major digress];
People are strange creatures. I have these girls sodden with power in my class who sit around getting braided by six different people until they look like some mutiliated POD member, banging their fists on their desks and screaming at the plebeians. Then, I have these fanfucked girly taiwanese mandopop star wannabes who must absolutely suck up to power and squeal at anything remotely decent looking. And then, if stuff wasn't bad enough, you've got people who think they know everything and tell you so. Then you've got people who cry all the time. And all this time, I'm trying not to offend more than two people at one time, and failing miserably.