WordPress has a great feature that allows me to see the search terms people typed in at Google which led them to my blog.
Some are predictable (“lighting tech blog”), some are funny (“Disco Fogger, Trader Joes vomit, teamster joke”), and some are just confusing (“Academy Award Speech generator, pre-paid cell phone rates, jennifer aniston nosejob”).
That last one is really confusing, given that I’ve never even mentioned Jennifer Aniston or her nose here – until now, I guess.
Oops. Guess after today it won’t be so confusing, huh?
Every once in a while, though, a search term makes me sit up and take notice: today I got “Terry Gilliam Wasp Factory Movie”
What? Terry Gilliam’s doing a movie of The Wasp Factory? I’d always thought of that book as an example of the “New UK Brutalism” genre, but I suppose it’s really a sort of morality play about, well, grey areas and the abuse of power.
Whatever, it’s an extraordinary and deeply disturbing book, and I hope that Gilliam, and extraordinary and deeply disturbing director, actually gets to have a go at it. .
I can’t find any mention of it on IMDB, so it’s probably a pipe dream – just like the ill-fated Good Omens movie (not a disturbing book, but a hilarious one. Okay, it is disturbing that someone can get that many laughs out of the Apocalypse) which Gilliam was also slated to direct.
Speaking of movies, if it’s playing somewhere near you, run – don’t walk – to see The Lives of Others (Das Leben der Anderen). Some net-folk have dismissed it as just another “man bites dog” story, but I loved it. It’s incredibly well done (well shot, well directed, well acted, riveting to watch), and was so worth the extra money that the Arclight charges to see movies on weekends.
Tonight is the Media Bistro Blogger Party, and since I’m not working, I’ll probably go by for a while and say hi to some of the nice folks.
Speaking of work, I hadn’t been looking too hard, since there was a rumor of a TV pilot starting next week with my usual crew, but I just heard today that it’s not going to happen. Damn.
Guess this means I’m back to calling everyone I know, asking if they’re ‘picking up’.
If that doesn’t turn up anything, I’ll be reduced to dialing random numbers out of the union’s member directory, and then begging whoever answers the phone for work.
Let’s all hope it doesn’t come to that.