Christian Stella's Web Log

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Monday, May 27, 2002

I was nervous. Nervous to see the movie I wrote... had a hand in making... and saw a million times in crappy quality bits and pieces as it was scored. I was still nervous.

I saw the movie.

I was amazed.

We've made something better than itself... that's how fucking brilliant it is. No one was prepared for what we saw last night. It looked great. It sounded great. It was great.

I started the night saying that I didn't like the content of the movie... the corny voodooness of it all. Natasha said she had a problem with the ending... but couldn't put her finger on it. The movie shut our fucking mouths and then pissed on our lips.

There was a great response from the small group we had assembled. Everyone in Queequeg... a few from Crying Zebra... Meagan, Natasha, Jeremy's sister.

I was worried Meagan wouldn't find it funny... she was laughing more than me.

I just want to get some damn copies out to Jay, Mike and the Linns dammit... you know.... and then festivals... ALL the festivals. But it'll be a week until the VERY minor changes are made and we can finally get the movie out there.

It's been hours upon hours and I'm still on a Robert Cake high.

Good day.

Sunday, May 26, 2002

My novel is winding ever closer to the end sooner than I thought. But I'm pretty sure that it's going to get pages and pages longer on the first rewrite... so I'll probably still hit 250. Heck... I might hit 250 before the rewrite... but I doubt it.

And so the movie is done... kind of. Tonight... version 1.0 will be seen by the cast and friends. There are problems. Mostly audio problems. These will all be solved for version 2.0... or the consumer version. I've seen two or three finished scenes. The picture quality is mind expanding.

I cannot fucking wait to unleash this bitch. I want to reap the rewards. Lord knows I've worked for them.

I started back up on the novel earlier... there was an extended period of non-prose this past week that I am not happy with. I think I've worked past that though. It's now at 211 pages. But I think I'll go write another page or two right this second.

Good day... and we'll see my final thoughts on The Robert Cake tomorrow.

Wednesday, May 22, 2002

We're showing the movie for the cast on Sunday! That's quite soon. Adam won't be there... Adam is leaving for drum corps until AUGUST. He won't be able to see the movie until AUGUST.

Well anyway... another day... another day of no writing. Actually, I did write a sentence. Please praise me.

Jeremy wouldn't go to Everett's today because his face is disgusting... this is fact.

Meagan and Natasha will be here soon.

Good day.
I've been neglecting you my pet.

I've also been neglecting my novel. Today is the second day in a row with no prose to show.

Meagan and Natasha are coming over tomorrow.

I took sleeping pills... I am sleepy.

Monday, May 20, 2002

I tell Lisa about my last girlfriend Sarah. About how we lasted about as long as a monkey’s fart.

Luke says, “I was with Cynthia for seven months.”

“But then you left her for Seattle.”

“That’s true.” He’s stopped the TV on some show about the universe. Apparently the universe is comprised of really bad computer graphics. No… that’s just this show.

Lisa says, “I kissed a boy in kindergarten. It’s the only thing I remember from kindergarten. I don’t even remember knowing what a kiss was.”

I say, “I was too enthralled with coloring, napping and the alphabet to think about women back then.”

Luke says, “The universe is fucking crazy.”

We’re both ignoring him.

Lisa’s eyes are green. She says, “I went out with a guy that loved punk music. I hate punk music.”

I’m still looking in her eyes. I say, “I went out with a girl that was obsessed with Radiohead.”

Luke is immersed in the universe. He says, “There is no reason for anything to exist.”

Lisa says, “I don’t understand Radiohead.”

“Then you’re perfect.”

Sunday, May 19, 2002

Today is a great day.

Saturday, May 18, 2002

I love backing up my novel. You see... when I send it to the disk... it asks me if I want to save over the old one... and it shows the size of both versions. Since I back up every time I write, the new one isn't much larger but those few kb a day show progress.

I only wrote 500 words today... but these were QUALITY words. Some of my best words yet. I swear. I'll settle for 500 quality words any day.

202 pages now.

I think I'll go read.

Friday, May 17, 2002

Let me tell you why I'm happy...

The Egyptians... they had beliefs... one of them was that Christian Stella should never pass page 200 in his novel PooN. So those pesky Egyptians put a curse on my novel and myself to keep this from happening. Every day that I said I was going to pass that sacred 200 mark someone died of mysterious causes and I was sidetracked... having to go to their funeral and all. But don't you cry your little eyes out just yet...

I BROKE THE MOTHERFUCKING CURSE. And how did I do it? I wrote... what are you a dumbass?

Good day.

Thursday, May 16, 2002

Wow... so this is what all that work was for? I just finished The Robert Cake soundtrack. The actual cd... not the score... the score has been done. And not the cd cover... or the cd label... the cd. I've spent the last three days in a realm of soundtrack and finally that realm has explosed? I remixed all the songs... made them uniform and better... and then I made them flow together beautifully. Seriously... I am great. This soundtrack is so listen-to-a-ble now... I would listen to it while writing! That's crazy! I should hate all this stuff... lord knows I've heard it enough.

Now on to the packaging.

NO. Must focus on-

My novel... :(

My poor novel. Neglected. I haven't fed my novel in days.

Tuesday, May 14, 2002

And so the score is done. Robert Cake has been scored. And we ended up with over 65 minutes of original music! Good lord.

I'm going to celebrate by writing again... I swear.

Anthony says the movie will be rendering by Friday... that's a fun lie!
I found this... the one and only entry in the Robert Cake jounal I swore I would write... And I can't believe we've been working on this movie so long... no... actually I can.

December 17th, 2001

“Oh my God! I’m dying! Oh my God!” Jeremy is being blasted in the face with spray after spray of freezing cold water. Anthony could have easily filled the squirt bottle with warm water, but didn’t.

I’m laughing my ass off.

We’re about to start shooting on our first scene of The Robert Cake and Jeremy needs to be a sweaty beast, hence the water. And my mind is telling me that the water is going to make the black magic marker under Jeremy’s eyes run like a crying woman’s mascara, but it holds up well. The magic marker was Anthony’s bright idea, created out of the pure laziness of three guys that don’t want to take the one minute walk to Jeremy’s mother’s apartment to steal some actual eye shadow. Not that he’s supposed to be wearing eye shadow in the scene… we just need dark circles under his eyes.

I tell him that he looks like Whitney Houston.

He doesn’t seem to know what I’m talking about.

“She’s the one whose husband beat on her, right?”

“That’s Tina Turner.”

Oh.

I’m wondering why we decided to film this scene first. No matter what, the first scene you film WILL suck. We just so happen to decide on a really tough scene, towards the end of the movie to kick it all off. And there’s an overwhelming sense that we are completely unprepared that won’t stop tickling at my face. The script isn’t even finished. That’s no fault but my own. And the apartment, the apartment is a mess of equipment. Ninety percent of the living room is comprised of this equipment and ninety percent of this equipment we’re not even using. This is no environment to film in. There’s no room to film! But it’s okay, because we’re only filming toward the couch for this scene. The couch is clean and clear, probably because we moved it in here less than an hour ago. It’s Jeremy’s mother’s really, but we stole it for filming. We can’t have our leading man couchless like he is in real life.

Anthony jumps behind the camera and we start filming. Jeremy pushes his gut out and mopes into the shot. The take isn’t perfect, but it was more of a sound test anyway.

And then a knock on the door. It’s Natalie; she lets herself in. “I got underwear today. They’re really cool.”

We explain to her that Jeremy’s magic marker eyes don’t look bad on camera, so she doesn’t freak out upon the sight.

Ryan shows up in the middle of a glorious take, knocking; ruining. He walks in, proclaiming Puddle of Mudd the best band ever.”

Jeremy says, “Isn’t their new song great?” He obviously doesn’t know that Ryan hates them… even their new song.

And we’re just about ready to start filming again. Jeremy needs a few more blasts of ice water in his face though. Natalie’s phone rings and it’s quite warming. It brings back all the memories of people’s phones ringing and ruining takes in the past. Filmmaking is just one interruption like this after another.

Jeremy’s sister walks in. Chris needs to be picked up from work. Jeremy can’t go now, he looks like a zombie with all that magic marker under his eyes. Zombies cannot drive in public. Oh yeah… and we’ve got to continue filming. That too.

We start filming again and are soon distracted by the sight of Natalie showing off her new underwear. This is EXTREMELY distracting.

After asking Jeremy to tone the Chandler from Friends down a bit, we finally get a good take and it’s time to move on. Or in Anthony terms, it’s time to take a twenty minute break so he can call his girlfriend and smoke.

Ryan is babbling on about The Shipping News. He says that he would give Jeremy a blow job to see it.

We start talking about Vanilla Sky, which we saw last night. Natalie says that she’d watch AI again before she saw Vanilla Sky a second time.

Jeremy says, “The day I watch AI again is the day I reach into my own head and pull out my head.”

After his break, Anthony starts setting up for the next scene. He’s assembling a tripod with wheels for some elaborate dolly shot that will undoubtedly take thirty takes to perfect.

Jeremy and Natalie are listening to Flickerstick in his room.

I try to tell Ryan something, but he’s not listening. He’s setting up a light.

Natalie screams, “WE WERE IN SOUTH DAKOTA,” from Jeremy’s room.

I tell Ryan that I fucked a midget in his honor. I figured that would get his attention, but it didn’t. I tell him that I broke the midget’s arm for him. He’s still not listening.

Chris walks in the front door.

Ryan turns to Chris and says, “I thought of Alicia Keys the other day and it made me smile.”

Chris says, “Alicia Keys can do that.”

I hear Jeremy in the other room… he says, “You are the magnet.”

Chris sits down on the couch next to me. He tells me that he made seventy dollars in tips at work today.

Some show with crazy aliens and monsters with giant claws comes on TV. Chris is trying to convince me that it’s called “Vampire Eats Person.”

I tell him that it’s Alien Nation.

“You want to bet me? It’s called Vampire Eats Person!”

The title comes up… its Earth: Final Conflict. We were both wrong.

Chris says, “You should’ve bet me. You should’ve bet me seventy dollars. You knew I had seventy dollars!”

Natalie screams, “I was a boy! I was a big, fat boy!” She must’ve found some old picture of herself in Jeremy’s room.

Chris points to a monster on screen and says, “Look at the claws!”

And why the hell aren’t we filming?

Monday, May 13, 2002

Luke says, “Why not?” Luke is using an exacto knife to slice the hundreds of tiny seams from what the paper calls Tubastrea Micrantha. Also known as number two-seventeen in the Captivating Coral catalog. Also known as the crazy tree looking thing.

Lisa says, “This one is really pretty.” She’s holding up number eighty… a purplish pink alien-like blob with branchy extensions. Plenty of seams on that one as well. She tosses it back into the motel-laundry-hamper-sized bin of unfinished, mixed coral and continues to search for one that she wants to work on.
Writing is twenty percent satisfaction, eighty percent doubt. But I must remind myself that I am writing a COMEDY novel. I must remind myself of that... and then rewrite and rewrite until I have something amazing. As amazing as a COMEDY novel can be.

I need a larger vocabulary. I need to read more.

Wednesday, May 08, 2002

Someone on Rewind is actually filming my script Big Fatty Slices... Having other people film shit you wrote is great! Because who knows what will come out? I don't. Do you? No.

Tuesday, May 07, 2002

I'm finally writing again.

She gives up. “Fine. It’s been four years… I can wait another month or two. Let’s just get the fuck to Seattle. But know that when we get there; I’m going to kick you in the balls so hard you’ll hear ghosts laugh at how funny it is.”
I'm crazy.

I noticed that I haven't been able to write anything lately... and have actually been writing more on paper than the computer. I've pin pointed my problem... my chair. I thought I hated my old chair... so I replaced it with a more comfortable... bigger... chair that's actually level with my monitor and mouse.... IT FUCKED ME UP. Everything is cool now. I kicked that chair out on it's ass.

Saw Spiderman... it was good.

Went to Ryan's graduation... it was long, hot and full of cookies.

I just spent 2 hours pulling braids out of my hair and watching a tape of this great, great show Frontier House. That show was fucking fantastic... people living like Frontiersman in the 1800s. Reality TV is the best... which reminds me... Osbournes on tonight... Amazing Race on tomorrow... Survivor on Thursday. Braids are not fucking fantastic... Natasha's sister put them in my hair at Ryan's graduation party... I left them in for a few days... but today, they had to go... and it hurt... and I would accidentally get them in knots and shit.

Speaking of great TV... Alias has amazed me.

Our Lady Peace are amazing me this very moment.

It's surprising I accomplish anything in my life with all the movies, tv, and music. Oh... and talk radio... can't forget that.

I've really got to start writing more... was busy all weekend... spent yesterday toying with my new sound card and watching Frontier House. Although I did write a short script for this compilation thing on Rewind... Big Fatty Slices... that's the name of the script (I was assigned that title)... It's not very good... but who said I wrote it for my resume? I've got four days of nothing ahead of me... can I put them to good use? We'll see.

The movie is completely edited. The music is down to two scenes. Hopefully we'll finish up music on Saturday. Now it's pretty much down to sound editing.

Good day.

Friday, May 03, 2002

Recording today. Going to the Net Kaffee tonight. Going to see Spiderman with Jeremy after that. Tomorrow morning I'm going to Ryan's graduation... tomorrow night his graduation party... Sunday I'm recording. SAY GOODBYE TO WRITING ANYTHING IN MY NOVEL THIS WEEKEND!

Oh well.