Monthly Archives: August 2013

Here’s to the crazy ones…

In the screenwriting workshop last week, I told everyone I’d seen Paranoia.   Thankfully for free.  It wasn’t a great movie, in my opinion…  too many overt and obvious things, and even with Harrison Ford playing a decent character.  I did enjoy the future technology it presented and where the creators thought we were heading.  That was fun.

When I was talking about the film, someone said that I was jaded because I saw the flaws in it.  Someone else said they watch movies as an audience member, and then dissect the script as a screenwriter.  I analyze as I watch a film.

Then tonight I saw Jobs.

Jobs didn’t like flaws in the work either.

Yes, he was mostly an asshole who left people behind.

Yes, he demanded perfection to the point of anxiety.

Yes, he lost it all, and got it all back again.

And, like some fan boys with their super hero comic book films, I can now relate.  I have my film that I can fawn over.

I soldered components onto motherboards.

I wrote code in assembler.

I created space invader programs on a BASIC programming computer, that I hooked to my 13″ black and white TV screen, and backed up my programs to a tape cassette recorder, in 1984.

I was that girl.

I kinda fell in love with Steve Jobs.

I’m not totally convinced we are better off these days with our tethered lifestyles, but I can safely say he sold an ideal.  He sold the beautiful dream.

And he made the impossible possible for everyone.





A movie For Every Year of My Life: 1977

So many good movies to choose from…

You can watch my selection for 1977 online in all it’s Lynchian glory. I saw it probably around 1995 for the first time, either at the Bytowne or the Mayfair. It was so messed up. So twisted and insane. I had no idea that movies could be so mental. It was amazing to watch.

I present to you a full version of:


Release date: March 19, 1977 (A little off my “after my birth date”… but who cares, I’m making up this blog as I go along, including any self imposed rules and my prerogative to change what I want at will…  Oh, the false sense of power the Internet provides…)

Enjoy your dose of classic Lynch.