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Orange Sunshine v1.0

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  Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Argh!
I tend to be fairly secretive about the projects I am working on, mainly due to various superstitions that have implanted themselves firmly into my psyche. As a result, outside of myself, the only one who knows what I am working on at any given time is Molliwogg. It's a paranoid little system to be sure, but one that has served me well both creatively and sanity-wise. That being said, there are exceptions to the rule. This is one of them.

For the last year or so I've been tossing around an idea for a screenplay, finally starting serious research and writing in the last two months. The plot revolved around a serial killer who exclusively targeted other serial killers as his victims. The killer in question was to be an FBI agent assigned to what would turn out to be his own case. Sound familiar? If it doesn't, it will August 27th.

Two days ago my screenplay idea was blown out of the water. I was half asleep/half watching TV on the couch when I heard the following words, "He's targeting serial killers." The bastards sunk my Battleship! The only thing missing was that pathetic little dying noise from Pac Man. The film is called Suspect Zero, and you'll have to forgive me if I don't wish it success at the box office.

Actually I'm faking bitterness here a bit. I don't have a problem with being beaten to the punch (by seven years no less, apparently that sucker has been floating around Tinsel Town for a while), these sort of things happen, so no biggie.

Here's where it gets a little weird though. The director's name is E. Elias Mirhige. My last name is Elias. Normally that wouldn't raise an eyebrow with me beyond hey that guy's got a similar name to me. But after obsessing on this project for a couple months finding out I share a name with one of cats who beat me to the punch is weird. Ouija Board weird.

At any rate, I can scratch that particular project off my list and move the rest up one. I just thought I would share, I'm off to throw salt over my shoulder, knock on wood and kiss the evil eye now.


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