Kid Napped

I've got work. I've got work.

"It's Monday, everybody works on Monday."

Dave. The Movie. That's where that quote is from.

I'm working on Monday. Hard, back-breaking work. I can't imagine what it's like to work so hard your back just snaps, but I paid $50 at the House of Metaphors for that phrase, and I'm going to use it.

I have a fitting on Monday. I will be silently (or not so silently) hated by the wardrobe witches. I am the underclass, and they have to touch me, to take their meausre of me. I have taken my measure of them, and I don't like them. At all.

Oh, some are fine. But the prospect of the clucking, and hateful glares, commands that cannot be followed, admonishments for not following the un-followable commands, bums me out.

But the thought of a union paycheck bums me up. I've got four daze of work on this project: About a kid who jails adults. The movie is called "Kid Napped." He's a kid who jails about 50 adults.

I'll be one of them. Captured by a child. So, I'll have to have suitable wardrobe. Fittings are fun when you put on your clothes, and start to create your extra character. Build your backstrory, your frontstory, you character dialogue, your rich, inner dialogue, your pressure points of conflict, arc, etc. When you watch a movie, you think that guy just walked across the screen to get a paper? Oh, fuck no. He's getting a paper because he's going to the want ads. To find someone he can't submit to, because his wife bores him. He's got 2 kids, one of which he'd like to sell on the open market for spare parts. He's been convicted of a felony in Kansas, but he was freed because of a computer glitch. "Just getting a paper?" Fuck you man, we are fucking background ARTISTS!