Saturday, March 27, 2004

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From #joiito:

[15:18] nostromo: I always have the andalusian meaning of joiito, in mind
[15:19] nostromo: joder means to fuck
[15:19] nostromo: jodido means fucked (usually in the fucked up sense)
[15:19] nostromo: jodidito is diminutive of this
[15:19] nostromo: and then, in andalusia they “eat” those “d”
[15:19] nostromo: joiito –> a bit fucked up

Hence, instead of 'Oh no, it's all gone a bit Pete Tong*' I can now say 'Oh no, it's all got joiito', (remembering, of course, to use the Spanish j which is a sort of a spat h).

Truly, Joi is a man with as versatile and interesting a name as anyone could hope for.

*Pete Tong: wrong, from name of a Brit DJ for whom things went a bit pear shaped a few years back.

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Saw Grosse Pointe Blank for the first time this evening. Out originally in '97, I think I ignored it partly because I was working for the Maker at the time and thus skint, but mainly because the title didn't tell me anything at all. I remember seeing the posters, but because I was in the dark as to what the film was about it slipped below my radar entirely.

To be honest, I'm only watching it now because the DVD was sent to me by my mate Vince, whose script I'm co-producing this summer. I'm not sure if he meant this as research – I know he sent me Run, Lola Run for that purpose but I think this was just an 'and why not also watch'.

Seven years on, and Grosse Pointe Blank stands up fairly well on first viewing, but I can't wondering how I would have perceived had I seen it then, before The Matrix, before bullet time, before Keanu's trenchcoat clad Neo cartwheeled his way through the foyer shoot-out.

There were moments in Grosse Pointe Blank, specifically the convenience store scene and the final climax, where I couldn't help wondering if maybe Cusack should have been just that little bit fitter, pulled a few kung fu moves, or possibly climbed up a wall or two. It's like my brain's been polluted – I've been Matrixated.

Really though, Cusack makes about as convincing an assassin as I would a conspirator. Some people are born with an inbuilt ability to look dangerous, just as some are born with the deviousness required to conspire. And some are not.

Still, he looks cute. What more can one ask for?

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Actually, IRC seems to be more coming than going, but that's a whole nother post.

Thought it was about time I just updated you as to the various and assorted projects I have going on. I don't think they each deserve a post to themselves, so they get to share.

Nothing Travels Faster Than Bad News
After a long while of doing nothing whilst Vince finished of the eightpointoneth draft of the script, we're now back on track. We have a production meeting scheduled for April and we hope to start shooting sometime after that. The latest draft has cut down my part quite considerably, which is good because hopefully that means I'll get to spend more time behind the camera. Expect to hear much more about this over the coming months.

Screenplay 1
I had a sudden burst of energy last night and rifled about in the filing cabinet, looking for the last version of SP1. Found it, and started an edit (third draft) this evening. It's much better than I had expected, although I've only read the first 30 pages so far. I think I need to get it back up on to Zoe and get some feedback. It is, after all, radically different from the first draft. Then I need to figure out what on earth to do with it.

Polski!
The Polish is coming along ok, actually. As usual, I'm a bit sporadic with time spent learning, but I am managing to keep a degree of enthusiasm and consistency going. What is frustrating me is that I can't make my own sentences yet and conversations with my Polish speaking friends on IRC seem to be limited to 'Hi, how are you?' 'I'm fine thanks'. I am not yet able to progress beyond pleasantries, and it's starting to get on my wick. I mean, Welsh was so much easier than this! Still, persistence will win through where talent falls short, as Neil Finn once said.

The search for gainful employment
Still ongoing, although I have today discovered that I've got work worth a grand coming my way soon, which is a bloody relief, I can tell you. One phone call next week should seal that just nicely, and then I can relax for an bit.

I must admit, I had worried about mixing my search for work and my blog, but I've decided that a 9-5 would be akin to having my eyes put out so freelance is the only way to go and this blog may as well be a part of the process. Having followed Hugh's own search for cold hard cash over at gapingvoid, and after the wonderful ad he drew for me, I figured why not? If I'm going to advertise my services in what is frankly a rather bdj-ian way, a few blog posts aren't going to dent my chances of landing some work.

So, if you need a writer, email me. Or I'll send the cat round to moult on you.

Other stuff
One feature that I'm writing that I can't yet really tell you about – or rather, I don't want to tell you about til the deadlines whooshed past and it's published. Plus something else which I'll be able to elaborate on very soon.

4/4/4.

Remember that.

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