Hmm... let's see... the party was a mess of alcohol. I wasn't laughing at the drunkeness of others. I was in a car with Natasha and Meagan. (I spelled her name right this time.) Meagan said she had a headache... so we went to the car. And then she said that she felt sick. And then she vomited on the curb. She wasn't drinking... just sick.

However, I did walk back into the party in time to see 30 people watching the kissing scene from the movie. It was great to see 30 semi-drunk people react to the horrors on screen. Made me proud. Because... boy oh boy... they reacted.

Good day.

So those last three posts were from my novel. You could tell. I don't need to tell you. You are great.

So the movie has come to a complete halt! Fuck yeah! I don't know what's going on... but Anthony hasn't spit out any edited scenes in too many days to count. I'm not very good at counting. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, ?, ?, ?.... seeing as I can't count past nine days... I'd say that's how long it's been since we've seen any new scenes! We've cancelled recording three times!

I recorded So Long Baby for Ryan... and boy is there something wrong with my equipment! Woo hoo... woo hoo! Somewhere between the microphone and the computer... something is making everything sound like flat, bassy shit... who knows what it is? Do you know what it is? Please tell me.

And so the wrap party is tonight! This means that tons and tons of people are going to get drunk and Ryan, Natasha, Megan and I are going to laugh at them.

I'm up to 182 pages in my novel... but am very disappointed in my output lately... Whatever happened to my 1,000 words a day wonders?

Don't be surprised if the next few posts are just excerpts from my novel... it's the only thing interesting I have to say.

Good day.

Picture that you’ve stepped into a time machine. You’ve fucked around with the settings and now you’ve ended up a week from here. Here is BJ and I discovering the picture in Luke’s scrapbook box. Your use of a time machine without reading the manual first has taken you to this…

Lisa is trying to flick a French fry into my mouth. The first one bounced off my lip. The second greased me in the eye. The third missed my face entirely.

“You’re getting worse.” It’s hard to speak when you’ve got your mouth/goal wide open.

BJ says, “How long has it been?”

“Since?” I have a feeling I know what she means.

“Since you last… fucked someone. I’m sorry if I’m blunt. That’s just how my mother raised me to be. She was sorta crazy, I guess.”

“Two years.”

“Oh my God.”

Okay. “I thought we were having serious talk. Serious talk is no time to kick a handicapped man.”

“I’m sorry. It was just kind of my reaction.” She smiles. “Touch your nose to mine. I want to see the distance between our faces when we’re nose to nose.”

“We’re practically nose to nose as it is.” I inch forward anyway. “Does this satisfy you?” I know what would satisfy me. And it’s closer than ever. And it’s just a kiss.

And she kisses me. She denied my manly right to initiate the kiss, but I wouldn’t have done—

What am I talking about? I’ve got someone beautiful in my arms.

“They’ve got a Shirley Temple doll that plays the organ.” She sighs, purposefully loud. “You know what? Fuck you two. I just want to go to the fucking doll museum. You guys act like it’s fucking Auschwitz!” She throws the pamphlet onto the ground.

I say, “I’ll go to the doll museum with you. Just don’t scream about concentration camps in a family oriented tourist attraction.”

Life has gotten too interesting for this blog. It's interesting and not interesting at the same time. I'm not happy unless I'm writing... but I haven't been writing at all. I just wrote 50 words... I'm too tired to write a good amount. I don't want to write shitty shit.

Filming wrapped.

Goodnight blog... maybe I'll see you in a week.

I haven't written in here in a while.

They filmed last night. They film tonight. They film tomorrow. We recorded today.

Ryan is playing Pete Yorn on his guitar.

We're about to leave for the Netkaffee.... and then... probably the movies.

WWW.QUEEQUEGFILMS.NET is working! Fuck Yeah.

“I say a lot of things when I’m on a swingset.”

Good day.

All right....... so it's finally coming together. This is what we've all been waiting for... REAL progress. The movie will exist. Not today... not next week... but soon. Today should be a filming extravaganza. And when it is all over... and the dust settles... there will be only one. One scene left to film. THAT SCENE... will be filmed on Saturday. I got another ten minutes of edited movie... Ryan and I are scoring that today. We will be finished scoring that by tomorrow at the latest. That will leave us with two scenes left to score. And as soon as those are edited... we'll be on them. The only thing that will hold us back is the sound editing. But we are FUCKING CLOSER!

Gotta fucking write. Gotta fucking sleep. Gotta fucking record soon.

Good day.

So I did end up in Wal-Mart last night. Two Wal-Marts and a grocery store to be exact. They are the only things open in Kissimmee after dark. It is no fun.

So I'm back and I've got an hour of rest under my belt. I am king.

I have labeled tonight Super Sleepy Fun Night... now Jeremy and I have to think of something fun to do that does not involve wandering the ailes of Wal-Mart aimlessly.

Epcot was... Epcot... I let a fountain hit me in the face with water four times in a row. And then I dunked my head into a huge, large fountain.....

Ahh I give up.

I can't explain things. I'm in a daze.

Didn't write much... 250 words... Ryan actually showed up for an hour or two... recorded some... and then... of course... I worked on some audio... fixed a few things... not done... not nearly done with that shit.

Gotta watch The Osbournes... then I've got to sleep... because I've got to get up nice and early to go to fucking Epcot center... I hate Disney. It does not make me happy.

“Oh go screw a Q. The letter Q.”

... from my novel.

Good day.

I'm about to earn my mastering shoes. We burned a cd of all the recent stuff we've recorded and I was less than happy with a few tracks. It seems that bass we were using for the main beat of the song was practically sub-woofer noise on a real stereo. (my computer speakers don't tell the same story... but nobody listens to a cd or watches a movie through my computer speakers.... so...) I must master. I must bust out all the skills I have... this is going to take a lot of work... but I must make everything sound great... I will make everything sound great.... I will!

Yesterday we scored a three minute sequence of Jeremy ripping up a book. Yes THREE minutes of Jeremy ripping a book. And this is the cut down version. It use to be four. But it's hilarious. This music came out great... and more wonderful flutes.

The good news is that we only have 3 sequences left to score... they just so happen to be major sequences... although I would like two of those sequences to be straight piano... and strings probably. But no electronic stuff... just piano and strings. And the other sequence already has a backbone... the stuff we did yesterday.

They're filming tomorrow. Should be one of about 3 final days of shooting.

I haven't written in so long. I feel like I'm cheating myself. So I think I'll write... I must resist the urge to equalize and master the score. That will be an all day affair. Maybe I'll do that on Wednesday.

I'd do it tomorrow... but that's a long story... might have to go to Disney World... don't want to go to Disney World... hate Disney World... long story. Long story.

Writing time!

Damn losing an hour bullshit called Daylight Saving Time. I've got to be up in 3 and a half hours to record. So do I sleep or do I write? Or do I sit on my ass and watch television? Actually my tv is on the fritz... so I'll rule that one out. FUCK NINJAS.

No reason for that statement. Fuck em though. FUCK NINJAS.

Good day.

I just made a cover to the Robert Cake soundtrack. Or started the cover... because I think it needs something else. I just hope it's printed on a good printer... because the words are extremely detailed.

Ryan and I got the flute to record... thank shit! So I do get to make my mark on the soundtrack afterall.

Anthony didn't give us those scenes.... I predicted this... did I not?

That's all for now. Haven't written since those 128 words... must write... must write.

Okay so I think I'll quit at 128 words for tonight... this is all Resident Evil's fault. Everything is Resident Evil's fault.

I think I'll try and get three hours of sleep now... and then Ryan will be here. And then I'm going to jump in the pool to wake up. And then I'm going to write in a notebook as he toys around with Fruity Loops.

Anthony better have remembered to make us a tape of scenes... he said he would have it for me this morning... I am having doubts. We will have nothing to score!

She says, “I don’t want blow jobs to be like pennies anymore.”

A taste of my novel.

Good day.

I give up on the flute.

It's all Resident Evil's fault... everything is Resident Evil's fault from here on out.

Just saw Resident Evil... kind of. Jeremy and I actually walked out halfway through. We haven't walked out of a movie in at least a year. I cannot stress how absolutely terrible it was... and so many people loved it... Characters sucked... plot didn't exist... waited through forty minutes of boring shit to see a zombie and then the zombies sucked. And then we walked out. And then we told the manager that Jeremy's sister called him on a cell phone for a ride... and that we had to go... he gave us free movie tickets... so all we wasted was our time. FUCK Resident Evil.... FUCK IT. It's drained me of everything that makes me happy.

Okay... so I'll have to settle for 1,000 words in my novel tonight. I'm getting a bit loopy and I'm writing a pretty serious chapter... so I must stop. I just hit page 170 too... a sweet treat that is.

I'm recording again on Friday. Sunday will be a big day for filming... supposedly. I'm also supposed to be recording on Sunday... if Ryan has time before or after filming.

Tomorrow (technically today) I've got to record that damn flute and then master the few songs we recorded the other day. So that that's done when Ryan gets here Friday morning. I've also got to visit my aunt. Apparently she adopted an 11 day old baby and we're going to go see it. I'm guessing it will look like all infants look like... an infant. I'll have to record Survivor while I'm there... because Survivor is good. Amazing Race is good. All reality shows are good. I am addicted. I am ridiculous.

And then writing... must write another 1,000 words.

Anthony rendered a scene of the movie in pure digital... he says it's amazing.... the whole movie is going to be pure digital. I need to see this.

Good day.

I can't seem to record the flute without it sounding like utter, faraway shit. It recorded fine for Lactose Conglomerate's This Hat... I guess I need to go back to my old microphone for this.

I'm going to write 2,000 words in my novel tonight. I will be king.

Yesterday I installed 128mb of new RAM. I am so great.

Ryan recorded earlier... Can you call it recording if a microphone is never clicked on? I call it sequencing. Because most of this movie is being scored by a digital sequencer. More specifically Fruity Loops.

I have to play and record some flute tomorrow... I can finally make my own mark on the soundtrack! With a flute! I don't know how to play the flute.

My Virgos cd arrived. End of story.

I should write... I'm so tired. I went swimming earlier. This has nothing to do with me being tired. I just did.

I'm already sick of this blog.

Good day.

I should be sleeping right now. Ryan will probably be here early tomorrow to record music for the movie. And how sad is it that I consider twelve noon to be early? I must write a few more hundred words first though. I'm on a roll.

I just finished watching this movie Highway with Jeremy... we DID NOT watch that episode of Survivor. Highway is good... probably wouldn't have cared to watch it if Jeremy had not told me that it was very similar to my novel. And yes it did have similarities... but very few. So they are on a road trip to Seattle in the movie and the characters in my novel are... on a road trip to Seattle. The movie was more about drugs than the road if you ask me and my novel is drug free.

Robert Cake update: Should be recording music tomorrow, but Anthony wants to steal Ryan away to film an elaborate dream sequence. That's about all.

Good Day

I just wrote the first genuinely lovely line in my novel. My novel might have a heart after all.

Does this mean that I have a heart?

Well at least one of the cds didn't come.... the mail came...

So we get tons of mail for tons of different people that use to live here. Our house is a whore.

And I got some junk mail... from... The Cajun Country Candies Team. I open it up and what do I read? "THE GIRL SCOUTS KNOW THE SECRET TO CREATING A MASSIVE INCOME!" I think this whole thing is trying to get me to quit my job and sell cajun candy door to door. Not that I have a job. "This is the PERFECT home business!" Is it really? "NO LOTIONS, POTIONS OR PILLS!" I'm not sure what they're getting at with that one. "Name me ONE person that doesn't LOVE candy." Well I can't eat candy. I'm not selling anything I can't try. "Your startup kit will put you on the path to $weet $uccess!" They use a lot of exclamation marks.

All right. Well it's been a few hours and I've redeemed myself. I wrote something like 1,300 words. That's a good day for me. Actually a good day would be 20,000 words, a visit from King Money-Giver and some hand release. And I'm not talking about hand release from King Money-Giver. King Money-Giver's sole purpose in that breakdown was to come and give me money. You sick bastards.

Now if only Jeremy would show up so I could watch the damn episode of Survivor I've had on tape since Thursday.

I think I'll go write some more... because I have nothing better to do. Maybe one of the two cd's I'm expecting in the mail will arrive tomorrow. The great thing about these blogs is that you can scroll up and find out!

I need substance in my life.

Good day... again.