In case you were wondering what it’s like writing a screenplay for a feature length or short form film, it goes a little like this:
You open your text editing program (probably Final draft or Celtx) to the numerous pages you’re unhappy with. Then you open your other text editing program to look at your shitty outline that makes no sense what-so-ever because you have no idea how to write something that will make people happy or get you money to produce the stupid thing. Then you sit there and stare at empty pages while chewing your nails and taking a hundred smoke breaks because you hate your life. And after every one, you hope and pray that somehow that page has filled itself with movie magic. 90% of the time, it doesn’t.
If you make it past this point, its because you gave up and just filled the rest of the required pages with bullshit. Then you hand it off to someone else whose only job is to tell you you’re a shitty writer and just because you were impressive and talented in high school doesn’t mean you can do shit in the real world. And once you get your script back with “considered” written across the top, you start over again; angry, bitter and defeated, staring at more blank pages.
Having just made a Google+ account, here are my initial thoughts:
I have 300 some facebook friends. 250 or so are hidden on my news feed and dozens are blocked. I always said I wouldn’t have a facebook if it wasn’t a necessary means of communication and networking in a world where you can get your favorite pornstar’s vagina in a rubber mold to fuck or, i guess, hide frantically when your mom knocks on your door. So now I guess that’s the good thing. No longer do I have to hide my porn star vagina or use facebook.
Plus, G+, as I will from now on refer to it as, allows me to simply shut out a whole group of people I am forced to share the earth with, just like the real world but better because I can just look at your boobs while I talk to you without the awkwardness involved when real human interaction occurs. I guess this is similar to Facebook. The true glory comes when one can simply say “FUCK (ENTER EX-GIRLFRIEND’S NAME)! SHE’S A DIRTY WHORE” in a public forum, and she’ll never see it because she’s in the “DUMB BITCHES” circle, and the settings post it for every circle but dumb bitches. This, my friend, is advancement.
Now, as I’m sure you’re all wondering, what is the real point of Google +? If you would say money, you’re probably right. If you would say an attempt at infiltrating our personal lives in hopes of exploiting them for advertising dollars, you’d be right again (Facebook does it but they don’t hide it anymore). But the truth is, there is no point. It’s Facebook without a wall or Farmville. It’s useless and I’ll use it anyway because I, like the rest of the known universe, lead a pitiful existence with no substance or meaning. But at least there’s no farmville.