How To Do Vanity Spikes

The script requires writing in a format to buy, as in all writing, must be done visually. That is, you learn the more I read. One of the things that need to be clear is that major events in the frames can not be hidden in the text. That is, if, as I read the other day, a tipiño love taking a walk through the woods and we see, but he, his brother is making love to the girl he is in love with the first such scene go on one line only for it and, if possible, in capital letters. Give them time to make up the neon on the paper.

Yesterday I went to a talk with John Landis, director of The Blues Brothers or An American Werewolf in London , and one of the kings of comedy in the eighties and nineties. Between how much it was (and believe me, was many things, no one would shut up, with the advantage of being entertaining to listen), said something that was buried in the speech and I think it should be on a separate line, in capital letters, underlined, neon and bright colors you most desire. Hollywood

no longer exists. We

us optimistic for a week beginners. Moving to LA will be successful professionally, but spiritually, being exposed to an industry that "is not what was" and that gets worse every day While we do not know what does. And Marta Kauffman and David Crane spoke about the fear in the television networks to hire different products (and you can read here ). When they created Friends NBC chief did not support the project, but two other direct subordinates, and bet on him. Now that confront the boss does not exist only on NBC, I do not know if there is any company in the world. At the risk of the corresponding kick ass, of course.

John Landis said that Hollywood is afraid. That companies no longer depend on a person, as before, which throws back the responsibility of bringing different ideas to fruition. No, the studies rely on huge multinational companies (eg General Motors) who want to make money, sell comics and superhero saga begins again and again. In another part of the conversation that had nothing to do but seems to be directly related to this commentary, he said " Direct is to be a craftsman. Everyone can do it. So I was not surprised that someone makes a movie. But I'm fucking amazed when someone runs a good movie, because all the elements play against him. " Even studies.

I am a spoiled old Hollywood. I live in Los Angeles hoping to see something that reminds me studies that looked at The Twilight of the Gods , or big bosses who risked his ass with films like Apocalypse Now . That does not exist. Is Harvey Weinstein, and that is not production, distribution and marketing. It bombing. The cinema has become a bombardment that is decided in a weekend. Are you number one? Good for you. Are not you? To hell (and rightly so, Don Fernan Gomez).

Hollywood has changed so much that I'm near from thinking like John Landis. Hollywood no longer exists. Times were different.

Do you know what I think also when I get depressed? This ball business is about to explode and that everything good that hide the Hollywood filth, all the talent, will come to light again.

If it is not already doing so in two ways. One, the television. And two, independent film, not only more independent than ever, but more like the old distribution exists. Same

Hollywood revives.

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Vega .. . What?

past couple of months in my fridge is more soy milk than normal. Sometimes I feel like California engulfs me. But do not worry, it's that taste like cardboard compared to any type of milk and in Spain, here, with saborcito vanilla is sweeter. And you know all that sweet to me I can, so ...

No, I'm making vegan.

Vega "... what? You see, there are the vegetarians (who eat no meat), and vegans (who do not eat anything that has something to do with animal, including eggs and milk, missing more). That little word at home is so rare, here is our daily bread.

Last week I read a book called Skinny Bitch (Literally translated as Skinny Bitch ). It seems a diet book, but really is a vegan Pac. Written by some edges that seem close friends of my roommate (she's vegan but has even less than me, at least I'm celiac).

Among the many statistics that tell you how very bad it is for your body to eat meat, fish, milk, cheese, yoghurt, eggs, coffee and much more than a carallo makes you consider what not to eat the writers die, there is a chapter that animal lovers should be avoided. It's bad to say, but I'm not like that. Let's see, what counts is the horrible capitulito of yore, atrocious and makes me want to undertake them with the food industry in the country, but I was able to read without mourn, that makes me think that sometimes, I have no soul. The fact is that the chapter tells how the slaughterhouses in this country. Truth is I do not know how they work at home, where I have the fantasy of dancing cows in the mountains of Asturias and the fowls of the neighbors are happy to lay eggs which are delicious. But come on, the misery and filth that occur in this area give an American desire to go vegan, but now. The bad news is that avoiding gluten I have enough. And, as stubborn, the tactic of a preacher of the Skinny Bitches to me touches my soul. If I respect your diet with broccoli, you're no border and call me fat by eating a steak.

So I turned to my vegan friend and asked him what had been such a movement, mostly because he is a vegan because he thinks it is better for health, not because animals give penalty, which is usually the reason majority (it is not an insensitive, we spend). And I left a big book that rests on my bedside table and called The China Study, written by a renowned nutritionist, and full of information about why the American diet is bad, very bad for the world and for health.

Ajaj. The American diet. I did not need a Chinese study to know, although I must confess that I read the book enterito. Do not mention it, so applied to me. But since I discovered that among the country's gastronomic delights include breaded and fried Oreo (do not scream your arteries? Mine wet themselves with fear every time I hear) I am convinced that all moviento organic / vegetarian / vegan we live here than anywhere else is normal and understandable. As the repression of the czar and the Russian revolution. Let's see, if you grew up in this environment, we ended up obese or eating raw carrots, yes or yes. That little fish baked with aceitito here it is unusual. And the only salad with lettuce, onion and tomato either. What are you going to do.

The American way of life (and I include the entire country except New York) is based on laziness. Sorry for the statement, but true. The more you can do by car, the better. And of course, carnivores or noses, how things are not going to raise very bad in the body to the rhythm of ration XXL and sedentary own homes. Well, just fried, which Oreo. Or diabetic. O celiac like me to strain the least we deserve it, hey.

And the body asks for vegetables. And fruit. And healthy things. As normal.

The other day I read in El País flexitarian movement where people are vegetarian but with the right to moderate doses of meat. In my town it is called balanced diet. And hey, now I'm not talking about animals, eh? Who does not want to eat it has my respect (me with my celiac and I have paid my debt).

Many people come to Asturias and swallows a stew, which is a nap. Leaving aside the flatulence, carallo man, ye I animal. The stew was a dish that workers were beginning to burn minutes after being created, like the meatloaf ate Irish shepherds. Our custom of eating and lay your ass misrepresents the intent of many traditional foods. And if it does in the Mediterranean diet, I do not know how the body will take the American diet. Regardless of whether a country with many good things, has many very bad things, and that overproduces food industry is ahead.

I will read the story you study Chinese. I told my friend " You can read and do not make vegan. I do not intend to become. "Not me, I miss my family as much as the ham.

But not intend to fall on deaf ears. Never too late to learn if that is good.

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These ladies ... Are global!


Mañana es mi santo. Con alegría al menos voy a celebrarlo en el blog, porque aquí ni santos ni santas, más allá de Mónica, Diego o Bárbara.

Mañana es mi santo y estoy escribiendo un cómic. O empezando a escribir un cómic. Y entre las superheroínas a las que imagino, hay un grupo de mujeres que nunca me dejan en paz.

Las Xixonas.

Y vosotros os preguntaréis, ¿quién carallo son esas? Bueno, esas señoras, e hijas de señoras, nietas de señoras (algún chico hay, y bien salaos que son), son mi familia materna. Son las tropecientas hermanas que mi abuela had, together with the many daughters who all had, and not so many grandchildren that they, in turn, gave birth. They are a matriarchy that, ironically, is named after the father of Anton Xixona, and, of course, the claw of the mother, woman whom I had the pleasure of meeting but I would not mind the interview as soon as someone invent a time machine.

The Xixona are strong. Are those ladies who built the country, despite falling, and stayed home, caring for and raising the generation of democracy. The Xixona are petite but tough, have small feet and gray hair early, a tendency to adorable tummy (well, if you suffer from adorable has little) and skin imperishable. They tend to be white as milk, are good at cooking, singing regularly and have a green humor so sweet face hidden. Do not be deceived.

The Xixona have lived long, and have lived all right, head high. They are genius, yes sir, but are the first to know how to give a good kiss to whoever needs it. Are Ladies, capitalized, and no ladies well. The Xixona care of each other as if they were all the same entity. Being an only child in this family has never seemed so. Premiums are sisters, nieces are cousins, children of the premiums are nephews, and the mess of relationship is such that the vocabulary comes up short. In

the original Xixona are not many. Some younger than others, more suitable for war than the rest. The next generation has nothing to envy, says a cousin-niece-daughter-goddaughter. And mine either.

From my first entrepreneur, who is not afraid of anything, you have two adorable kids, and I admire from California, my great-aunt who has just lost a leg and left the theater saying that the " Well, here you got me again, but now with no leg "my family has been shown by many fine, smooth leather, are made of iron.

Yes, tomorrow will be my saint, but I dedicate it to all my holy Xixona. Because we many, but we are all one.

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With a little help from my friends


Today I started seeing the first two chapters of The Wonder Years (what is happening with the current American series the last two weeks, I have no idea).

If issued between 1988 and 1993, I had not seen since the series ... 15 years, at least. Similarly, it was like coming home to my childhood in the sixties .... oh, wait. My childhood was in the eighties.

But if I know those people! The hippies, the Vietnam War, all music, lend me your ear and all that (it took me a couple of decades to know that The Beatles were behind the song). Yes, had not even been conceived in the sixties. My parents were not known. Were enjoying their childhood. Furthermore, children were enjoying their English disctatorial.

So why the hell I feel this way in relation to that decade? Why am I seeing Forrest Gump and seat as if he had been in Washington when he is reunited with Jenny? Why when I hear this music I feel young, vibrant, and more hippie than ever?

I wonder how many people are nostalgic for a time that never lived.

And, exactly, does that does that mean?

PS: I feel that I have five years.

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By Toutatis, I was a reader of comics!

Feliz San Patricio, mis queridos españolitos a punto de meteros en la cama. Yo, de momento, estoy en el Aroma (qué raro, ¿eh?) viendo a gente vestida de cualquier tono de verde existente (mi camiseta me espera en casa) y con ganas locas de celebrarlo y de, finalmente, echarle mano a mi coche. Por cierto, hay un actor en la mesa de al lado, calvo, alto y con gafas, al que no consigo situar, y me está poniendo enferma no hacerlo.

De momento sigo sin trabajo (Paid), but as I have Stockholm syndrome, I'm back to NYFA and I started writing a kind of comic. Yes, despite Escobar or Ibanez, usually two, Goscinny and Uderzo, for example, the creators of a comic, writer and artist. Obviously, if one disappears, as in the case of Asterix, is more likely to be the artist who occupies both positions to be the contrary. What are you going to do, we are the pariahs of collaborative processes. Only know how to write.

My teacher asked us if we were children of comics, and my first reaction was to say of course not. "Marvel? "DC? "Superheroes? I bags of movies and Superlópez and bad going. But, oh friends, as my mother graphically in something that I will not play because it belongs to our privacy, small-I lived attached to a Mortadelo . Or a Zipi and Zape . Or a TBO . A whatever. I am also a faithful follower of Mafalda , but who is not. It's the smartest girl in the history of the world. If he were alive as Benjamin Button, would be it (and what I meant to go p'atrás).

sequential write My class has just begun and has already closed the mouth of the poor Ibanez, who opened in the country the other day (the same one where I started the class) and said that was what carallo the "graphic novel" that what niceties out now. Well, sir Ibáñez, you, and I also laughed at that, we will be silent. The graphic novel, as its name suggests, is a graphic novel .... That is, is a book. It is conceived as a book, and even if sold in bundles, they are still that, chapters of a book: V for Vendetta, Persepolis, these Cousas ... Comic is what goes on and on for ever and ever, as OBT superheroes or English with all his characters. What are exactly Mortadelo, Zipi and Zape or Asterix, that I have not clear (probably Ibanez little joke there). Are sequential, but are autoconclusivos. They are part of a whole but often do not affect each other. In addition, the books now, in the case of Mortadelo, covering just a story, but in different compiled Zape Zipi and comics. Like it is defined as ... graphic accounts?

What I realized is that all I devoured comics were funny dwarf. That is, I have no experience of reading a comic and let me mourn, or think about the world ... even I consider romantic comedies comic (although there, a lot). For me, a comic is synonymous of laughter, as there are people who understand the comic book only as something to do with superheroes. All there in the vineyard of the Lord. Start

class has made me rethink my life goal (which, believe me, it becomes fuzzy once you start looking for jobs right and left). I do not want to be a screenwriter for movies only. Or on TV. It is amusing to think that in Elei, but just to live here one can not stop planting. Long before studying in the city I wanted and still want the same thing now. What is that? Write. Stories, scripts, blog, comics, my diary, the wall of my house (walking would not be fun see the face of my friend if I do that).

In the welter of agencies, production companies, studios, managers and others, a real thought to climb in Hollywood would not be a bad goal. It would not, no. But ... I do not want to climb in Hollywood. I'll be much happier being a Woody Allen minimum, walking through my city, Rafael Azcona, a Nora Ephron to Asturian or Coixet screenwriter Akiva Goldsman ... (ja, go ejemplitos I looked, Prince awards, Oscars, Goyas galore ...). And live by it and because there (well, not exactly like him, because fan-fan, I'm not). I have no need to be this, and I must not forget.

Currently, small, I'll write a graphic novel. Because if the format in question is the sequential art as well as the audiovisual films, while the comic is the same as a TV series we all know that to me that to write drivers or first chapter of something that will last years and years ... it gives me fatal. I'm going to do and devote to the same as Alan Moore.

Oh, and pointed in my goals of the millennium (well, are those of the year, but the step we are going to last until my death bed) read a comic a week or two graphic novels a month. This week fell Mortadelo on a World came with me at Christmas. Next week ... more.

Fold Lines From Sitting

... and my circumstances


The irony of life is that, as you are someone who can be alone when we most need to apply that wisdom is at best going to ignore it. Lately I have some very silly weekend (and realize that, despite being unemployed, are the weekends that I am horrified, not weeks) in which, despite two hundred books I have read, Seinfeld I have not seen, Pa Negre and Maragall documentary about dying for taste, work to do, write scripts ... despite all that, I do not know what to do my life.

body calls me to say I'm bored, but a lie. I'm bored. The fact is that among the three thousand choices of things I want or I have to do, I feel like is that, by H or B, it is within my reach. That is, being with people. That is, in his view, things to do.

People who look like me when I'm not dumb enough today. Or yesterday. Or on Saturday. Or earlier. I think the problem is the car, I have not. Or prefer to think that the problem is the car and I have not lost the ability to entertain myself, I owned capacity until very recently (and I mean very little until exactly a month). Will be unemployed. Or graduation. The stress of the uncertainty. The loneliness that comes from knowing that now everything depends on you. Or not all, but 40%. The percentage is not what I got from the manga, my yoga teacher said the other day that man controls 40% of his life. Another 40% depends on the people around him, and the remaining 20% \u200b\u200bvary because of surprises that life gives you. The problem is that many times we insist on trying to control 40% wrong.

Learn to be alone is wisdom and learning. But there are times when one has to apply that knowledge when they want.

Years ago, during an Irish summer, I decided I wanted to leave very little and write in my journal a lot. I wonder how many things to puberty of 16 would have to write was much more important to live what was supposed to end in a journal. In my 21 years I played in the socialization college fund and just worked my friend Ximena me to sit over a coffee and tell me if you suddenly needed to be alone and stop being at all times, it was I who had to listen. I needed it, I swear. And my independence for the past 25 years has made it a pro in the field.

now is very rare that I go the opposite, but less rare is that, when I passed, consider to be conversing with Ximena again and imagine me saying that " if a highly developed brain, such as human is deprived of social contact, very seriously ill just as animals who must live alone are killed each other if they socialize . neurologists who have said very smart, not me.

going to be that I move in my own way ... be that as it ...

And yes, my colleagues and I were to write, each in their world. The best I've written has been in the company of others. It must be that's why I am excited about the atmosphere of a newspaper ...

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this or that, that is the question

My friend Sara, unwittingly ironic, says my love life looks positive. No says it has an army of suitors at my door, no. He says because when we go to Japanese restaurant, I always know what I want, because I ask the same, and it takes three hours to decide. The letter is so long and so much to choose where, in the end, always choose thinking that has passed up another delicious dish.

I am a woman of habit. Which is your thing considering that change location over Willy Fogg. Well, maybe not so much, but I stay in places a bit more than him.

usually go to places that I like, just because I like them. He frequented the Cañas y Tapas with my father, and always asked the same thing: fried eggs, and starter, or asparagus or mushrooms. There. SI went out at night and all the options, one was the Rover, beyond voting for her. I loved this pub. If the other was the 2de, too (the bleeding was rebuena).

Oviedo restaurants I like to go back because I always want what best cake ... that smacks cacho they give you at Terra Astur? Or how best cider that Gervasio house (and what potatoes, Maris, how potatoes)? What better cooked than the Daniela in Madrid (my home now, but not flat)? What best coffee Coffee that India was in San Bernardo?

Yes, I confess, I go to Aroma and always ask the same (sometimes several a day when special fit and rich). I also ask the same roll of salmon in the Japanese, and the same sausage at Tony's (and the same potatoes and the same wine ... but only have one, really). I am a woman of habit. If there is Bean, why go to another coffee shop? Or if the Friday night at Tony's make me happy, why change? Do not get me wrong, I like change, but I like when they complement what makes me happy. And while I'm damn celiac, which adds a little more difficulty when ordering food.

For me it's the same male. Once in my life I got three boys, three, were interested in me at once ... and I did not paid attention because I was aware of that I liked, that was what I wanted. No change needed. Sara

saying my clear choices are good because when I find the man of my life, I will never go to another and wonder if that was better. I'll take the one I have. But do not call that decision, we call being in love. A lot. Love does not care who you ignore, there are three children, is Leonardo DiCaprio or the cute yoga academy.

The interest is another. Y sí, el rollo de atún tiene buena pinta y me mira con ojitos, pero estoy muy enamorada del de salmón. Me hace feliz. Me gusta. Y yo seguro que le gusto a él. Y es a prueba de gluten.