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Jason: Okay, so the first movie was a crime against my childhood. I'm sure they've ironed out the bugs in the second instalment.
Jason's Brain: Dude, it's a Michael Bay film. You're officially stupid for sitting in this seat.

Jason: Hmm. There's an awful lot of explosions in this film. Hang on, there' s some sort of story here too....he...goes to college for about 5 minutes...um....transforming robots were here at the dawn of time...for some reason. Oh shit, something else blew up. Who was that? Was that a good robot or a bad one? Brain, help me out here.
Jason's Brain: I'm serious. This movie's fucking stupid. I knew this 30 seconds into it.

Jason: Hang on. Didn't it start....the robots were after....but now they.....oh wait, there's Megan Fox's funbags again.
Jason's Brain: THEY ARE DISTRACTING YOU WITH TITS. I'm losing braincells by the second.

Jason: Why is Isabel Lucas interested in Shia LeBouf? Oh man, I knew it! She's a robot slut, programmed to "probe" him for information..
Jason's Brain: Now they are distracting you by putting tits ON a robot. What are you, 12?

Jason: Why are they airdropping US soldiers directly into Egypt, without any sort of international permission or cooperation, based on a long-distance phone call from a disgraced secret agent? Why is there a sun-destroying device in the Great Pyramid? How come the pyramid and the sphinx are nowhere near Giza? Did Michael Bay rearrange Egypt?
Jason' Brain: That's it. I'm LEAVING. You can stay, I'll be out in the lobby.

Jason: WHEEEEEE the robots are fighting! PEW PEW PEW oh look some more boobies hahahaha BANG BANG BANG that robot just smashed the other one, YAAAYY!!
Jason's Brain: [Silence]

Oh, Michael Bay. You're the dumbest man alive, or some sort of secret genius.



No, you're posing topless for a photo with Mike Tyson and a Playboy girl. Turns out you're just dumb.

I told them "Do NOT eat the pink pills."

After a brief period of jubilation following today's good news, I've been buckling down on the writing front.  I've been working on Super Secret Project A, and I'm proud to say I'm back in the writing game and loving it.  Today I achieved 1.0 SW, or one complete unit of Sean Williams' daily productivity.  Winter weekends rock for this sort of cloistered get-on-with-it action.

3000 sweet sweet words.  Half of which I cranked out on my new typewriter, because it is free of internet distractions.  Had to stop after a while because the clattering woke up baby Fisch, which is no good.

It's interesting to observe my own evolutions as a writer.  I'm writing to an outline and a plan, and rather than being stymied I have found this very useful.  The format of Super Secret Project A means that I have oodles of legroom to develop characters and background, and my protagonist has grown from a sketchy idea into a beautiful person with fears and spirit and a really delightful gallows humour.

Writing rocks. 

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So I've found myself re-reading this rather excellent reference book.  If a zombie apocalypse WERE to happen, this is the book you'd want to have on hand.  Max Brooks is the man when it comes to all things zombie, and I was very glad to hear that they are movie-fying his novel World War Z.

Still, on quickly flipping through this book, I have to wonder.....he's thought about zombie apocalypses a LITTLE bit too much.  This I am glad for.

I have
a) broken my own brain
b) the inexplicable desire for a late-night snack

IT WORKED!  bwahahaha.  In your face, LJ.