Tuesday, May 6, 2014

"Borrowed Time" Short Film Script Treatment




a short story by Nathan McConnell Soon to be a 3D animated short film.
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(The vibe I'm going for the entire time is an inescapable nightmare for the hero who goes from terrified to unstoppably angry several times as the energy he borrows from his lifeline courses into him.)
The heroes name is Farrell which is Gaelic for "brave"

    On a now calm and quiet street he kneels behind a parked car clutching his chest with his left hand, trying to catch his breath and steady his heartbeat. (He sits on the ground with his back to the middle of a car like a runner taking a break covered in sweat and his head against the vehicle to mislead the audience)

A deep voice yells out "Where are you!?" (The heroes eyes shoot open in fear as he turns his attention from recovering to the unseen enemy. He turns his head toward the car in fear as if he can see through the vehicle and isn't sure where the enemy is.)

as a small 2 door car hits the ground just a few feet behind the car he is kneeling by. (Camera angle changes to show the hero watch the thrown vehicle fly in slow motion over the car he is kneeling by and slamming into the ground buckling under it's own weight landing on it's front end then tipping onto it's back as he scurries closer to the vehicle to avoid the crash.)

He closes his eyes and starts breathing slowly and deeply…"not yet…come on" he thinks, as he reaches inside himself to find the strength to continue the fight.

(Somehow showing him draw energy from his future lifespan.)

     As he hears his attacker drawing near he feels the rain come down again. He knows with the sound the water brings to his skin he will certainly be found. (The hero looks up at the sky again to watch the droplets fall. Possible close-up and camera riding down with the droplets one of which lands on his cheek alerting the enemy.) (Camera finally shows the enemy as he turns his head sharply 90 degrees after hearing the droplet on the heroes skin) 

Knowing that he is no longer hidden forces the kneeling hero to act. (Show the hero stealing energy from his future) Before his enemy realizes his presence he stands from behind the car (action one) and with a swift motion he turns toward his enemy (action two), and flips the car on its side in the air. (action three) He then leaps up and toward the car and kicks it as hard as he can toward the unstoppable adversary. (runs at the car as it moves slowly into the air and kicks it with both feet leaning on his left side in the air landing on his feet facing away)

The car hits with great force as the assailant looks up from his bleeding hand. (The enemies point of view looking at his hand covered in blood) A lightning bolt crawls across the sky like a mother looking for a child, (Lightning crawls across the sky in slow motion) only to be followed by the deep roar of a father's call. (which brings things back to normal speed)

As the thunder hits the car is returned to our hero with the same speed that it left. (the enemy isn't shown hitting the car back but the sound of the thunder is the return) (the car is barreling in the air toward him)(Camera view behind the hero) He thinks to himself "No time…" as a look of fear is replaced by anger. (Camera shows his face) (Show the hero stealing energy from his future) He leaps toward the car and hops over the middle at the last second trying to gain the element of surprise (He hops up and over kicking the car back to the ground and launching off of it in profile view) only to find his enemy came with the now demolished vehicle. (He sees monster running at him as he himself hits the ground. View from behind Hero)

 With the sound and rumble of a full force thunder strike they meet causing a bubble of energy, dust, and sound. (side view as they run at each other and their fists slam together and a shockwave grows and envelops them) Moments later the bubble shatters like a bomb in a glass casing causing and even louder explosion (second internal shockwave grows and meets the first) and throwing both adversaries into buildings across from each other. (show one at a time hitting buildings across from each other) The hero's "tomb" collapses on him, as the monstrous foe stands from his. (Show the hero stealing energy from his future)

 A giant flash across the street from the enemy reminds him that he has not yet won. The building pieces now no more than dust in the rain, pour onto the enemy as a bleeding hero stands with pants ripped and shirt vaporized. (The enemy stands shocked and takes a step back before recovering his composure and snarling) He stands across his enemy with as much power as his torn body could hold, his eyes glowing with rage, (Head somewhat down with arms at his side showing his energy)

when across the radio he hears his name (Farrell) from a terrified woman and then the words he was waiting to hear…(keeping the same face he looks down and over at the radio) "Were safe! We made it! Get out of there! please! Please Go!" (view of the radio in the rubble) His enemy looks up at him from the radio, and with a ghostly look of shock on his face he speaks…"you…you're insane…you knew all along and you still…" 

 Before he could finish, (Show the hero stealing energy from his future) the hero drew even more strength in and appeared in front of his enemy with one final blow destroying the chest and heart of the once proud monster (side shot showing the heroes hand pierce the enemies chest). As he falls to the ground, our hero steps back several steps. (Show from behind heroes shoulder, camera panning to show the enemy kneeling and clutching his chest in agony cursing the hero )

He looks at the radio and smiles (tired eyed smiles knowing he had used the last of his timeline)…he looks at his battered left palm to feel the rain one last time (The heroes point of view watching the blood be cleaned off his bruised hand by the rain) ..."ok…" he says…."Now…" (camera angle from the ground looking up at him as he looks down and closes his eyes smiling) He then collapses to the ground as every ounce of energy leaves his lifeless body. (sky view looking down and raising  into the sky)

(ending music with record scratches and credits) 

(Hoping to get this artist to allow this song.)
(Emergency siren starts over music.) (music stops and vinyl scratching continues)
(After credit sequence) (the sirens continue)
(Show the enemies hand move, and grasp the rubble on the ground) (He looks up from the ground enraged) "You stupid human! (deep breath) "you...!" (the enemy looks around to find no one as the wind blows. He looks confused and in pain and notices up in the sky a flicker)
(He squints to try and look closer only to see a missile change direction toward the center of the town where he is) "no!" (he slams his fist on the ground and yells out with rage in his voice as the missile hits) (Just outside of town camera view showing it hit and the camera shatters,  and end of broadcast signal noise sounds.)


Monday, April 28, 2014

I'm going to lose my sanity...whatever's left in the jar anyways.

Allow me to explain my job searching predicament as an adult with Aspergers over the last 10+ years. Since I left high-school I have only had a handful of jobs

My first job was at Tuesday Morning and I only received it because my mother came and guilted them into hiring me. When I finally left there to go to college I managed to get a short gig at Gamestop seasonally because I had a friend there, which ended when almost everyone was stealing (except me) and everyone including seasonal was fired. Or in my case not renewed.

My third job was at Spencer's Gifts  in the Woodlands Mall which I only got because a friend got me in and it was only to help build the new store which turned into a job because I'm a hard worker. From then I had a very short gig at a really stupid portrait studio with a bunch of petty gossiping idiots who had it out for me. That lasted a month. I worked on and off for a friend's Art Gallery as a manager/graphic designer. Then I worked at Randall's in the deli section until I finally got a gig being a sales rep for Lenovo.

I started part time and within a month I was promoted to full time Market Development Manager for all of South Houston. That is until the contract ended, and I was offered a miniscule seriously part time position as an Intel rep with the same company...Not enough to live on.  So I moved on to a part time rep for Samsung...

The sad part? I've had 10 jobs in 10 years, almost all of them involved somebody begging for me to get the job, and almost none of the jobs lasted more than a couple months. I've spent more time being unemployed than I have being employed in the last 10 years. And not for lack of trying. I've tried to both find jobs and make money in many a failed way...

In person: 
Cold calls, visiting shops on foot, friends attempting to get me interviews/positions, visiting job seminars, and job fairs.

Job Placement services: 
Creative Group, Creative Circle, Ashley Ellis, Teksystems, Texas Workforce Commission, Insperity, and Autum's Dawn, as well as several other job placement services.

Online:
My personal website, LinkedIn, Monster, Indeed, Simplyhired, Careerbuilder, Behance, Elance, Odesk, freelancer.com, Professional Facebook, Deviatart, and Deviantart portfolio,Craigslist, Plus youtube, Vimeo, and others including various 3D model / music selling sites.

Places I've applied for that I can remember: 
Best Buy, Office Depot, Office Max, Staples, Fry's, Blockbuster, Gamestop, Starbucks, McCDonalds, Burger King, Taco Bell, Wendy's, JC Penny's Sears, TJ Max, Chipotle, Circuit City, Target, Walmart, Subway, and hundreds more...

99.9% of the things I've applied for never even bothered to write me back. I've had maybe 25 interviews in 10 years, and the majority of them ended with "no thank you." The money making endeavers have ended with me being awarded zero projects on project sites, zero dollars selling things on ebay, and craigslist, and around $40 making and selling 3D models. Nothing I do does anything at all, and it doesn't seem to matter what it is.

I am a multimedia graphic artist. I use 15+ programs. I went to an art highschool, I have a degree. I have a portfolio/website, and I have zero prospects. I have tried everything. I've tried job placement, I've tried cold calling, I've tried project bidding sites, I've tried running my own business, I've broken down and got help from a government agency who made me get re-diagnosed with aspergers so they could hook me up with job placement companies who also failed me.

I can't keep doing this. I don't know where to start. At all. It honestly feels like I am marked. Like there is some human consensus not to let me in, to let me win, to let me be a part of anything at all. As crazy as I'm sure anybody reading that thinks it sounds it's not.

I spent my entire life trying to learn to act like neurotypicals, and in my success I have given them a reason to fear me. I am stuck in the uncanny valley where I am just far/close enough to normal to be terrifying. I see the same stupid look on peoples faces every day. I usually don't care but when the neurotypicals are the gatekeeper of your career it kind of matters.

I'm tired of stupid advice, I'm tired of hollow kind words, I'm tired of top ten "what to do lists" about careers. I'm tired of trying day in and day out, and I'm tired of years and years, and 100's of people blaming me for not trying hard enough, or doing the right thing, or claiming I'm some sort of self saboteur. So I'm just going to say it. Here's what I want. My supposed Dream job.

My dream job is to create 3D animation and Motion graphics projects for a company or as a freelancer while working on my own shorts, tv shows, movies, games whatever. I have a lot in my head that I want to do, but the longer I do this stupid game of cat and mouse the less strength I have to do any of it.

Like right now...I'm seriously done writing.

For now...

Friday, February 21, 2014

Use your words...Use your words...

Foreward: I DO have people who care about me and understand me including my fiance. And there are people I see and meet who act fine around me, but for everyone else this pretty much applies. I do see myself as something other than human because A: I do have aspergers, and B: Because I have rarely been treated like "one of us."  If you read this and think I'm crazy, you are probably stupid and part of the problem. In that case I do "apologize" for being "wrong" about things that I know to be true. Enjoy.
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Use my words...? Use my words?...Ok.

As someone with Autism I have tried for 29 years (give or take) to adopt this foreign culture. The human culture (just go with it). To learn things like sarcasm, lies, flawed logic, and reasoning. When to do what, when not to say or to say something. Yet here I am in the same boat I was at the beginning.

When I open my mouth around humans, (unless they interact with me on a daily basis), they hear what I say, but rearranged into a completely different meaning.

I say: "I can't believe this stupid commercial forcing that kid to portray the old stereotype of the whiny Jewish person."
They hear: "I hate whiny Jewish people."
All of the sudden I have a break room full of Best Buy people staring at me like a neo nazi.

(More examples at the end of this blog.)

The point is....I get it. I'm not to be trusted. I'm not to be played with. I'm not part of the group, I can't be part of the team, and I can't take part in any reindeer games. All because of the idiotic misconception that I'm some sort of monster. Well I'm not a monster. I'm a wolf amongst dogs. I'm like you, but only enough to scare you. I exist in the Uncanny valley which by definition is...

"The uncanny valley is a hypothesis in the field of human aesthetics which holds that when human features look and move almost, but not exactly, like natural human beings, it causes a response of revulsion among some human observers." This term is usually reserved for 3D animations, and robots but yeah...Pretty much the same here.

So again...I see you ignoring me. I see you working and playing with other people who may not even have what I have to offer if only to avoid working or playing with me. I'm not an idiot. Just a monster. I've had 20 people claim they were going to vouch for me at their job and try to get me in. Not one of those had any follow through. They just went right back to avoidance. Cowardice.

Nobody writes me back when I apply for jobs, nobody writes me back when I write them on facebook, or linkedin, or any other site, and most of the time when I speak to someone in person they act like I have no right to do so, and question the legitimacy of everything I say. Standing there trying to find out just exactly how I'm trying to trick them or screw them over with my statements of things I suggest, or places I talk about.

Yeah I told you about Chinatown just you can go randomly some day and somehow I'll just know, and be there to mug you or something. Makes perfect sense. Why else would I have told you about it?

No I totally told you about Glucosomine to trick you into taking something poisonous that they sell at every grocery store on the planet, and not because you were talking about how your joints hurting when you dance. Take the advice and shut up.

I mean, do these people hear themselves talk? I can't even go to a restaurant, and order without having some stupid human act like I'm trying to trick them with their stupid fearful face. The look. The stupid look on these peoples faces.

29 years of the same stupid face. Every person I meet has the same stupid look on their face when they think something is up. A cross between disbelief, worrying, cockiness, and revulsion. A similar look you would get as a nerdy guy approaching the popular girls tablet. (Half the time with no cockiness.) But always the same stupid look.

Imagine how lonely it is...Seriously sit down and think about it. I am in a really screwed up Twilight Zone episode where nobody understand who I am and what I am saying, and the people who do are only right about it at best 70% of the time. There is a loneliness that comes with this that I don't think anybody I know can understand other than maybe my fiance.

Which goes right back to how I can't explain to somebody well enough for them to understand me to begin with, aaaaaand cyclical... The end. I'm done writing this. Enjoy the extra misunderstandings.

Example 2.

I say: "The band before us had an awesome set. Let's hear it for them." Then go on to apologize in advance that my music is not something you would hear on the radio. saying "we aren't like your favorite band"

They hear: "The band before us was a generic band you would hear on the radio and we aren't like that" I then go outside after I play to see they drew a male member on my vehicle and called me the name one would call such member.

Example 3.

The dentist writes me 2 prescriptions that I am allergic to. A pain killer, and a antibiotic. I don't notice this until I reach the CVS. I inform one of the pharmasists whho informs me they would have to call my dentist. I agreed. While I waited there they called her, and another pharmasist was playing "telephone" for me and the dentist.

"She asking if you know Drug A."- her

"I don't know...."-me

 "mhm...what about drug B?"-her.

"Yeah...again. No idea I'm not a dentist. I told them what I am allergic to. Have them presribe whatever."-me

"Oh well what about Darvocet..." -her.

"Um...I don't know I may have had that after surgery one time."-me

(Lowering her voice and making it sound like she had caught me she says to the dentist...)
"He said yeah...that would work." as if I was a drug seeker, and they had found me out.

I told them to forget the pain meds, and give me the antibiotics. I show up a week later to the dentist and she refuses to treat me. informs me that I had arisen suspicions by saying. "we don't just give out Darvocet to people with minor tooth pain." to which I replied. "Ok yeah...I didn't ask for Darvocet."
"Well they said you did."-her.

I recited to her the exact goings on at CVS and informed her of the idiot pharmacists little farce. She was unwavering. So I finally, brokenheartedly informed her that in order for me to have planned all of this to get Darvocet I would have had to have forced her into writing a prescription for two medicines that could've killed me. And I left.