Me Want World Cup

I know, comparatively, the U.S. doesn't care about the World Cup. Still, does that really mean I have to miss the most important day of preliminary action for a meeting I don't care about?!

Anyway... I just finished a complete draft for my final H-Troupe script, so still no new stuff on the Hub. However, Tony and I are in exciting discussions to resurrect a zombie: Samizdat Radio, with real voices! Keep your eyes and ears tuned for this project, tentatively launching in July.

Anybody else want a script?

Seriously. I thought the end of the show would mean more time to write, but it's just turned into more time to write for the H-Troupe. The final version of the first script for them is done, and lordy...

Let me just say it's a good thing that a) I have no attachment to these scripts, and b) I'm getting paid to do this. Because sometimes Doc really wants a lot of changes; most are good, some are unfortunate. (I usually follow my notes on the latter with an underlined "ack" or "hell no.") Add more issues, but cut back on time. And the meetings last longer than necessary. Oh, well. They're good scripts, and the distancing lets me change most things without blanching.

Meanwhile, I've come up with a new play concept. This is probably a good thing, since my full-length script is now dead in the water. I can thank the new Woody Allen pic, Scoop, for that (Tarot serial killer?! That was the antagonist! Ack!).

Anyway... I'm working on companion pieces to "Romulus & Remus." Three more shorts, totalling about 90 minutes. All about the end of the world. They'll be contemporary takes on Modernist theatre styles, but a lot more narrative. So far, I have the concept for "Tea & Ragnarok" (Ibsen-esque take on Valhalla at the endtimes), the rough draft of "God v. the Bullet (yay, Futurism!), and ideas for the last script. There will be the olbigatory reference to a certain R.E.M. song (somewhere), and the title will be something terrible, like... "Showtime at the Apocalypse."

Woot.

Viva la Lovecraft!

Love's Labour's Lost is done; 'twas fun, but a little hectic. Got to see my family, which was cool. My brother and I discussed science stuff, including his summer job at a Marquette U. lab. He gets to assist in cutting-edge research on RNA.

What's funny is that, while Andrew is the bio/chem major, I'm the physics fan between the two of us. He's of the mindset that physics is just plain insanity. Maybe that's why I follow it as a hobby.

Speaking of, I ran across this article today. Besides being a fascinating read about extra-dimensional theories, it should strike a familiar bell with Lovecraft fans. Specifically, read "From Beyond" or check out Stuart Gordon's film adaptation of "Dreams at the Witch House."

It's a little eerie... especially considering this quote from the article: "The problem with detecting the fifth dimension (or the sixth, seventh, and so on) is that our bodies are built to measure only the three old-fashioned spatial dimensions, plus time as a fourth dimension." Those words sound like they could come straight from "From Beyond."

I guess my brother was right. Physics is insane. And gods bless it.