• So… a sequel to Donnie Darko is going into production this weekend. The original writer-director, Richard Kelly, says he's "150% not involved" and that he doesn't have rights over the characters. The director is the man behind Rampage: The Hillside Strangler Murders. There is so much WTF involved here, I don't know where to begin, but maybe it could start with the way the studio tried to throttle the movie upon first release. And now that it's a cult hit anyway, there's a cheapie sequel in the works? FREAKY.
  
  
• That "promoter's ordinance" that would have required local performance venues to have massive insurance and pay potentially prohibitive fees has been tabled for now thanks to community response. It's back in committee for "fine-tuning." Go all you people who spoke out against it. Hope you'll still be up for fighting it when it inevitably comes back again.
  
  
• Last night, catechism proclaimed that her friends are smart and have many varied skills, and would therefore survive any coming zombie apocalypse. She and I and Chris and inediblebuddha subsequently sketched out our survival plan, which includes one hard-and-fast rule: Anybody who gets zombie-bit is honor-bound to tell everyone about it, and not hide it until they turn zombie and kill someone, like some moron seems to do in virtually every zombie film. Unfortunately, while our cunning plan seems to suggest that we'll all end up in a well-defended compound somewhere with plenty of food, water, ammo, weaponry, survival gear, and a nice note from Chris's mom instructing him to drive safely, we're also destined to lose catechism and inediblebuddha early because they're jumpy, impatient people who will say "Fuck this, we're smart, we'll be fine," and charge out amid the zombies while the rest of us are still planning. She has nonetheless threatened to write a bunch of fic about her friends and the zombie apocalypse. I think we should do whatever is necessary to encourage this.

I'm-a feelin': busy