Archive for February, 2007

Post-partum Blues

Sunday, February 25th, 2007

Another deadline met and yet I feel glum.  I think it’s the intensity of throwing everything at it over a short space of time (sometimes due to having skulked around it for so long previously), tossing it off (so to speak), and then collapsing in a steaming, exhausted heap (until the kids come home and ask what’s for Dinner).

It’s not like I haven’t got work to fall back on.  I recently secured a television concept I developed a few years back - I’m looking forward to significantly retooling that.  My iCal keeps reminding me that my 2007 spec script is ready to commence - I’ve been itching to get into that for over a year now. And I’m looking to nail some paid writing work in the next week or so.

Those should keep me out of trouble for the coming second quarter.

And to ensure I meet my quota of having five projects on the boil at any one time, let’s not forget that Break is teeeasing close whilst Mr T’s 5 (MR T is the beaver to my sloth) is hip-deep in the rough-cut stage.  (I think his shaved head helps with cutting through things like air, water and bullshit.)

You’re right:  projects in post don’t really count ’cause, like, they’re virtually done, right?

Bugger.

Life on Mars

Thursday, February 22nd, 2007

Life on Mars premiered on TVOne the other night.  It’s from the gang who gave us Spooks and Hu$tle, so I had to try it.  The Goddess found it all a bit laddish but I enjoyed it immensely despite the broadcaster squeezing in ad-breaks every eight minutes or so.

It’s a typical cop show - the Gruff Old-Style Copper partnered with an Enlightened New Policing Detective, who butt heads with each other as they solve crimes with a mix of street-smarts and technical nous - except there’s three decades of policing between them.  Aficionados of police procedurals - like myself - who remember 1970s-style t.v.-policing (The Sweeney’s swashbuckling crime fighting, anyone?) should get a kick out of this.

As always, the Vidiots gave me the heads-up here.

Open-Source Love

Sunday, February 18th, 2007

I write my scripts with Word.

Yes, I do.  But let me explain.

I learnt on WordPerfect way back when.  I knew no better: its WYSIWYG was non-existent and its interface was spartan if not downright ugly.  But I managed to publish a newsletter with it, complete with pictures and two- and three-column layouts, all courtesy of the wonderful and powerful ShowCodes feature.  In pre-mouse days, that kind of stuff needed DTP-capable Macs.

Then I changed jobs and had to learn Micro$oft Word.  It was a painful transition.  It wasn’t just the different way of doing the same things, it was the range of inconsistencies in one package (one package!) that made me want to toss the CPU out the window.  In those early years when I wrestled with The Transition, it took a long time for Word to catch up to the capabilities of WordPerfect.

I still use Word.  Fifteen years of contemptuous familiarity will do that.  I’ve survived each of Micro$oft’s updates with cascades of epithets.  But I’ll allow this much for it: now it’s a powerful flagship wordprocessor and if you know what you’re doing, you can be pretty shit-hot with it.

A few years back, I migrated from the Blue Screens of Death and onto some Apple goodness.  And lo, having coughed up for Office for Mac out of necessity, I discovered that WordPerfect for Mac was not only downloadable, it was free, too.

Of course I downloaded it.  And upon installation it looked so… Eighties.  Call me shallow but its optimised-for-640×480 look clashed too much with the 1280×854 resolution of everything else on the desktop.  Any thoughts of full-migration were dashed by a complete lack of forward compatibility.  And so it sat patiently on my dock for a couple of years, a gesture to the good ol’ days and nothing more.

Some work-avoidance surfing last year put me onto OpenOffice.org and its cousin NeoOffice.  The idea of a free, open-source productivity suite seemed too good to be true.  The time and effort required to retrain both my fingers and whatever options it offered seemed wasteful since I was already using Micro$oft Office.  But… I wondered what it might have in store for me.  In a lull between shooting anything that moved, I gave NeoOffice a go.

I was quietly impressed.  It will do almost everything Office for Mac does, most of the time the same way, it’s compatible with at least twice as many programs out there (as opposed to, say, Word and its ability to open… Word documents), and best of all, it’s free.

Yeah, it’s crashed.  Once.  A damned nuisance but heck - c’est la vie for a free program.  (And who’s Micro$oft to snigger?  Of all the apps I use, it’s the Micro$oft apps that fall over the most often.)  After the crash, I upgraded and updated appropriately and NeoOffice has been the suite of first choice since last December.

I may have taken a backward step by migrating from the devil-I-know Word to an open-source app.  But it feels good - I exercised choice, something almost forgotten on this Micro$oft-infested planet.

And as for the scriptwriting - will I plunk down for a professional program like stalwarts Final Draft and Movie Magic Screenwriter, or upstarts Celtx and Sophocles?  Why should I?  I can generate industry-standard scripts with both NeoOffice and Word already.

I’ll migrate to a professional program eventually.  But until then, it’ll be me and my new bud, NeoOffice.

‘S a Dog’s Life

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

Visitors to our abode have to be vetted by The Dog, a mongrel big of heart, if not stature. (There’s The Cat somewhere on the property as well, whom, should The Dog fail, be our insurgency force.)

Summer - summer-proper, rather than the summer-in-name-only we had earlier - has arrived. As I hunch over the keyboard in the study, The Dog roams the house and surrounds, cycling through: the kids’ rooms where she moults furiously; the lounge where various breezes meet and cool her down; and the deck where she slow-bakes herself.

Sometimes I look up from the inevitably blank screen and envy her simple Dog Life. Of course, it’s not that simple, really - she has her responsibilities: she protects both home and family from visitors, strangers and hedgehogs; she’s a great receptacle for dinner scraps; and she gets us out of the house for exercise or play.

Sure, The Dog needs regular exercise (or she’ll be overzealous in her protection of home and hearth [which is not good in Auckland]) and is a social animal through and through (it’s us owners who suffer separation anxiety when we leave her alone for more than a few hours). But when the children are at school and The Goddess is out doing Godly Work, it’s nice to have her around - panting in the heat, spread out on the floor for heat dissipation, or sitting and hoping that I’ve forgotten that I’ve already fed her.

Yeah. Good dog.

Hoo-Ha

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

Oookay.  That’s one deadline out of the way.  A painful experience but character-building and one of those things.

Normal transmission shall resume.