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July 27th, 2004
I found out today I have made it to the quarter-finals of the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts & Sciences screenwriting fellowship program - The Nicholl Fellowship.
The Nicholl Fellowship basically invites anyone who hasn’t had huge monetary success in the area of screenwriting for Film & TV to send in a screenplay, apply, and try to snag one of the 5 spots they allocate to the winning screenplays/writers. The winners get a fellowship check for $30,000 and their names and scripts are provided to the Hollywood community. (This means agents for those that don’t have them, possible writing gigs and a potential script sale. Worst case scenario: meetings and a lot of free bottled water.)
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July 27th, 2004
Shaving is the key.
If you saw me at your usual morning highway on-ramp and there I was standing with a sign that read, “Please Help, God Bless” and I was wearing some pretty gnarly shoes and ripped up pants and a backwards baseball hat for some team that wasn’t even the team of the hometown you’re from and I had a bag of oranges at my feet…but I was clean shaven? Well, hell. I would be the richest highway on-ramp pan handler ever.
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July 27th, 2004
It may just be me.
If it is just me, you don’t have to post any sort of comment that says anything like I’m insane or I need help or I’m obviously on drugs or anything that may hurt my fragile self-confidence and send me into a downward spiral, the likes of which I may never return from.
The fact is, I see phantom words.
I’m reading a magazine, flipping through the pages, happily looking at the pretty pictures on my first pass of any magazine. I’m reading the articles that are interesting to me and leaving the other pertinent ones alone. I am flipping. I am flipping. And then, as I go to turn a page — my eye catches the word “dogpile” on the page that I’m currently turning.
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July 26th, 2004
They have no experience whatsoever.
They have no political background. No experience with public policy. They do not have close contacts within the city council nor do they know anyone at the public utility commission. They do not wear suits and they do not drive Bentleys.
But they have some really swanky workout gloves. (The kinds with the wrist wraps.)
They are the Mayor of the Gym and they are in every single gym in every single city in every single state throughout this country. They are normally over 50, wrinkly but firm, and have names like “George”, “Stan” and “Thompson.” And they know every single person’s name who works out at their gym. They even know your name and you’ve never shook their bony (but firm) hand before today.
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July 25th, 2004
The next few weeks brings great things to WFME.
And so, much like the trailers at the beginning of a movie, I’d like to take the opportunity to let you in one some of the exciting and thought-provoking columns that will be coming your way over the next few weeks.
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