Script Frenzy 2010

I've decided to participate this year. Have I ever written a script (stage, screen, graphic, adaptation etc)? No, no I have not. I don't even know how to properly write a script, other than what I could pick up from Wikipedia. I shall, in all likelihood, fail miserably, but it's worth a shot.
I came up with the idea for the play months ago, and was really rather bothered that I couldn't abandon my NaNoWriMo project to work on it more fully; but alas, my characters would not allow it.
Now rock operas have been done and done and done to death, and they seldom get much better with each new "innovation." However I propose something entirely different, and yet very much the same: an acoustic punk musical. This is not some pansy-ass, Green Day/Blink-182 poser playboy punk kind of deal, no, this is real guts-and-glory, anarchist revolutionary, hardcore punk--using two acoustic guitars as the only instruments. I have not yet written the songs, and may use others in their place for the first draft. This will work just fine, since I know right where I will use something with the same themes of Rise Against's Drones or Thrice's Trust or Against Me's Baby I'm an Anarchist.
So. This should be interesting. We'll see how it plays out, or if, perhaps, I abandon midway through. In the meantime, I'm very excited.

Gone but Not Forgotten

There is a reason that I have not yet posted again. Really. I have been meaning to summarize the Badass Chronicles, and could not do so until I found something, a recording. Rocco's speech from Boondock Saints II summarizes everything pretty well. (Edited for innocent-ish eyes...meaning I cut out all the unnecessary Fwords.) It is pretty much everything I wanted to say, something of a call to return to masculinity, and I think it's pretty damn badass:

Men build things, then we die. It's in our DNA! THAT'S WHAT WE DO!
And when it all falls down? we build it right back up again, but this time bigger, better. Look around you! Look what we can do. Look how beautiful we are. You think the men that built all this had it easy? They were hard men, doing hard stuff.

I am so sick of all of this self help, twelve step, leftover hippie generation bull.
Now they don't want you to do anything, right? Just sit there. Don't drink. Don't smoke. Don't drive fast.
Kiss my ass!
Screw it! Do it all I say! Do you think Duke Wayne spent all of his time talking about his feelings with a therapist? There's no way he did!
John Wayne died with five pounds of undigested red meat in his ass. Now that's a man! Real men hide their feelings. Why?
BECAUSE IT'S NONE OF YOUR F___IN' BUSINESS.
Men do not cry. Men do not pout. Men jack you in the jaw and say: "Thanks for comin' out."