Just wanted to share this with you--it's the trailer for a short film called Little Girl Ghost. About to start production, starring Talyan, written by Rox. Music for the trailer provided by yours truly. Click over, take a look!
And keep an eye out for Talyan on Two and a Half Men--she's got more appearances this season. Look for Ava!
Yes, I'm a proud godfather!
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Philosophical musings brought on by The Thing, and a gentle reminder
I'm a big fan of John Carpenter's 1982 classic horror/science fiction film, The Thing--and if you haven't seen it you really need to. It hasn't aged a day--there won't be any scenes where you'll feel like it's a film that's around thirty years old.
I dug the 2011 prequel, too.
The basic premise is the discovery of a spaceship that crashed in Antartica a couple hundred thousand years ago. It's buried under several feet of ice. Eventually it's found by a team of Norwegian scientists who also find the occupant frozen a few feet away. They take this creature back to their compound to thaw it out and take a look.
Unfortuantely, it ain't dead.
What this Thing does is mimic other creatures. This is how it feeds. What it prefers to do is grap hold of something or someone and swallow them, sort of running them through it's digestive system until it spits out a creature that is an exact duplicate, but is actually a Thing in and of itself.
Thing is (pun unintended this time), a few cells will also do it. It'll just take longer. They'll work like a virus, grabbing ahold of individual cells, injecting them with its own DNA which will take over that cell, making it into an exact duplicate but which will then seek out other cells, etc., etc., until the host is composed entirely of the alien cells. Since the duplicate cells are indistinguishable from alien cells, the body's immune system wouldn't attack them.
So, even if you were only slightly infected, eventually you would become a Thing.
In the films people who were infected acted just like they always did--until they sprouted tentacles and started killing their comrades, that is. Until that happened no-one was sure who was infected and who wasn't--its mimicry was that good. Which sort of leads me to think that it has access to memories and the personality of the host.
My wondering is this: supposed I get infected with a few cells without even knowing it and these things run wild, eventually replacing all of my cells with alien cells. But apparently my memories and the things that make me me are intact. So, would I know that I was no longer me? Would I in fact no longer be me? If all of my cells have been replaced by identical alien cells but I still look and act like I always do, how would I know?
There's actually a scene in the Carpenter film that I believe uses this. One of the scientists has chest pains and passes out--he had a heart attack. During attempts to revive him, it's discovered that he's actually a Thing. I really thing the guy didn't even know it.
Anyways, this is the type of stuff I wonder about sometimes. There's a story in there somewhere, I just know it. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. And yes, I'm aware of Democritus's speculation about the boat that is completely rebuilt and that this is sort of the same thing. Doesn't mean it isn't an interesting question.
Now, to the reminder portion. If you're in the US, mark your calendar to watch tomorrow night's episode of Two And A Half Men, guest starring my beautiful and talented little goddaughter, Talyan Wright. Her character name is Ava, and she's seven, soon to be eight years old. America is about to have a new sweetheart.
I know you'll be watching!
I dug the 2011 prequel, too.
The basic premise is the discovery of a spaceship that crashed in Antartica a couple hundred thousand years ago. It's buried under several feet of ice. Eventually it's found by a team of Norwegian scientists who also find the occupant frozen a few feet away. They take this creature back to their compound to thaw it out and take a look.
Unfortuantely, it ain't dead.
What this Thing does is mimic other creatures. This is how it feeds. What it prefers to do is grap hold of something or someone and swallow them, sort of running them through it's digestive system until it spits out a creature that is an exact duplicate, but is actually a Thing in and of itself.
Thing is (pun unintended this time), a few cells will also do it. It'll just take longer. They'll work like a virus, grabbing ahold of individual cells, injecting them with its own DNA which will take over that cell, making it into an exact duplicate but which will then seek out other cells, etc., etc., until the host is composed entirely of the alien cells. Since the duplicate cells are indistinguishable from alien cells, the body's immune system wouldn't attack them.
So, even if you were only slightly infected, eventually you would become a Thing.
In the films people who were infected acted just like they always did--until they sprouted tentacles and started killing their comrades, that is. Until that happened no-one was sure who was infected and who wasn't--its mimicry was that good. Which sort of leads me to think that it has access to memories and the personality of the host.
My wondering is this: supposed I get infected with a few cells without even knowing it and these things run wild, eventually replacing all of my cells with alien cells. But apparently my memories and the things that make me me are intact. So, would I know that I was no longer me? Would I in fact no longer be me? If all of my cells have been replaced by identical alien cells but I still look and act like I always do, how would I know?
There's actually a scene in the Carpenter film that I believe uses this. One of the scientists has chest pains and passes out--he had a heart attack. During attempts to revive him, it's discovered that he's actually a Thing. I really thing the guy didn't even know it.
Anyways, this is the type of stuff I wonder about sometimes. There's a story in there somewhere, I just know it. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. And yes, I'm aware of Democritus's speculation about the boat that is completely rebuilt and that this is sort of the same thing. Doesn't mean it isn't an interesting question.
Now, to the reminder portion. If you're in the US, mark your calendar to watch tomorrow night's episode of Two And A Half Men, guest starring my beautiful and talented little goddaughter, Talyan Wright. Her character name is Ava, and she's seven, soon to be eight years old. America is about to have a new sweetheart.
I know you'll be watching!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Proud godfather and randomocity
Tonight is opening night for the play Talyan (my goddaughter) is appearing in. That's her, in the above poster. If you're in the LA area you ought to get tickets to see it. Info on the theater can be found here. Judging from the synposis it's an intense experience. I wish I could be there.
Instead I'm planning to be home, napping as much as I can. I feel like I'm coming down with something. Which is just what I need, to get sick, right now.
I need a project. I've been mulling over different ideas but nothing has really sat up and clamoured for my attention. It's beginning to get depressing.
I've never really had this problem before--coming up with something to work on. Usually there's a novel or story or musical idea waiting in the wings for me to find the time to work on it. Over the past month or so, though, nothing. Nada. Not a goddamned thing. My imagination is constipated.
Oh, well. I can be sure that, eventually, something will step forward and demand to be created. Something always does.
Just read an article that says that another recession is a sure thing now, and that it'll be worse than the previous one. Lovely. Something else to look forward to.
Oh, well. I'm just going to dwell on Talyan's big opening tonight, nap as much as I can, and extract whatever pleasure out of life I can find.
Instead I'm planning to be home, napping as much as I can. I feel like I'm coming down with something. Which is just what I need, to get sick, right now.
I need a project. I've been mulling over different ideas but nothing has really sat up and clamoured for my attention. It's beginning to get depressing.
I've never really had this problem before--coming up with something to work on. Usually there's a novel or story or musical idea waiting in the wings for me to find the time to work on it. Over the past month or so, though, nothing. Nada. Not a goddamned thing. My imagination is constipated.
Oh, well. I can be sure that, eventually, something will step forward and demand to be created. Something always does.
Just read an article that says that another recession is a sure thing now, and that it'll be worse than the previous one. Lovely. Something else to look forward to.
Oh, well. I'm just going to dwell on Talyan's big opening tonight, nap as much as I can, and extract whatever pleasure out of life I can find.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Budding rock star pix
I know I've mentioned my goddaughter and her mom came over from California for a visit earlier. They were going to be in a wedding in Atlanta and came down here to Savannah to visit a couple of days. I got a chance to spend some time with them, which was wonderful, as I miss them both so much.
Anyways, of course I took some pix, and thought I'd share a couple. This is my goddaughter, Talyan:



Anyways, of course I took some pix, and thought I'd share a couple. This is my goddaughter, Talyan:
She was wearing her mom's glasses in this shot. Ain't she cute?
Here's one of her and me--I'm the ugly one:
She's actually a professional actress--she's appeared in an ad for Dial Nutriskin, a play, music videos, and she's going to be in a Lifetime anthology movie called Project Five, which will air next year. I'm very proud of her, needless to say.
But she's also a budding rock star. She spent some time banging away on a couple of my guitars and making up some lyrics on the fly---a couple were pretty good ideas, actually, and I may write something based on one of them some time. Which means she may get a songwriting credit before she's eight.
Anyway, I just throught I'd share these. I'm sure you can tell why I go on and on about her sometimes.
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