Tag: writing
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The best of ’23
In which 2023 is signed off upon, punishments are meted out, and secrets are at long last revealed
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What if I just wrote it?, part II
“I picked an all-timer of a year to break into professional screenwriting,” has been the joke for the past few months’ worth of coffee conversations with interesting people. This was less about the since-resolved strike and more about the fact that, strike or no strike, the “money gun” of streaming expansion has been, likely permanently,…
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The fat of the land
Sometimes I’m loading up my pill organizer and I look at those jewel-bright yellow and pink capsules in my hand and I am once again flattened with joy that I live here, now, and not in the 99.975% of human history in which antidepressants and thyroid medication didn’t exist yet. I spent some of the…
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Thickening
Like soup, or the contents of a cauldron It was on or around the weekend before Labour Day, two or three weeks into my “official” efforts at charting out my next source of income, that I realized I was heading for the final week of the first summer I’ve spent outside “the building” in seven…
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What if I just wrote it?
Here’s the thing: as soon as the phrase “machine learning” was on the table, any human being with a brain should have been so freaked out that they smashed all of their electronic devices with a hammer. We weren’t, and we didn’t, and now here we are: the beginning of the actual era where, to…
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Best of a bad batch
Are we there yet? Are we at the point where we, as a citizenry, can acknowledge that The Mandalorian is pretty bad now… and that it wasn’t ever, actually, particularly good? My own stance on the series has been: it was good, not great, weekly Star Wars. It was amiable enough to begin with, and…
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“The fun part of winter is over”
The fun part of winter is over. After it was over, it snowed for 30 weeks, and the cat got a toothache, and all the matches on Hinge were unappealing. I applied for Survivor. (Legitimately this time.) Everything Everywhere won Best Picture and somehow became a Dad Movie, instantly, overnight. I survived a shitty February…
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You aren’t the audience for your favourite thing
Here’s something that occurred to me while watching Willow, which improved marginally since the last time I wrote about it (but still had some pretty incredible errors in judgment, stylewise): it was never meant for me. It’s pretty revolutionary for any cis white man to realize that he’s not the point in any given conversation,…
