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3/17/2006
BLASPHEMY
http://atlanta.creativeloafing.com/gyrobase/Content?oid=oid%3A36088
What's blasphemous about it? Me turning my hobby into a trade, that's what!
Cripes, I'd forgotten what a pain in the butt it is to write for paper
publications. I have a hard time with word counts. Either I don't want to say
enough (the age-old "You should'a been there" was quoted by degenerate LH when
discussing using me for the paper) or I finally get good and worked up and next
thing I know half my column is cut by some editor who has no choice but to gut
the thing so it'll fit.
And deadlines? WTF? If I could just turn on my brilliant creativity like a
faucet I’d be fuckin’ Stephen King with hundreds of novels out there and money
pouring in.
Paper. Feh. Sure, you can carry the thing around, but one of these days it'll
all be podcast and it'll be quality over quantity, from an editing standpoint.
Yeah, yeah, most writers are better with a good editor watching over them, but
I'm not convinced I'm one of them.
The other thing I hate about the job is the schmoozing. A) I’m supposed to be
polite and nice to people to get information from them. B) People go out of
their way to be polite to me because they think I’ll attend their event and/or
give them a positive review.
I can be polite, but I have a hard time being phony. Momma never taught me “if
you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything.” This works in my favor
when I’m writing, but not so much on the personal interaction level.
I also hate it when people are phony to me. If you think I’m an ass, or have no
feelings about me whatsoever, don’t pretend otherwise. Above all, I value blunt
honesty and my feelings are not easily hurt. I spent years in art school taking
criticism, constructive and otherwise, not to mention a couple decades as an
outsider/geek/loser, so don’t come around like a used car salesman and try to
bullshit me into liking you.
I suppose it's still better than working for a living. The Thunderbird needs the
money ‘cause SW keeps an iron grip on the purse strings around here (thankfully
so, with my financial skills.) And it's encouraging me to diversify my coverage
of Atlanta's distractions. So if you prefer paper, ignore the link above and
head to your local newsstand.
FILM FLAM
Saturday we hit Midtown Art Cinema for CSA: Confederate States of America, a
fictional documentary reporting on the country after the confederate victory in
the civil war. It has moments that are cutting, moments that are cute, and
moments that are cutesy. It is a thought-, giggle- and groan-provoking mix of
history and “what if…?” but the inconsistency is a bit distracting.
Some of the sillier moments reminded of Weird Al’s UHF. If you don’t mind some
slapstick mixed in with your political satire, check it out.
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