The Fall of the House of Usher

My life's been consumed by developing and fine-tuning a treatment for a modern film adaptation of Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher. To be produced by the people who brought you such films as 1408 and Transformers and the upcoming G.I. Joe and Transformers: Rise of the Fallen. (I probably shouldn't reveal all that just yet, but this blog doesn't seem to be on anybody's radar and it gets a little exasperating writing obliquely about shit I've been working on...)

I don't know if you're aware, Constant Reader, but there's actually a popular R&B star who goes by the name "Usher". I'm hoping this becomes my next big project but the idea of working on "the Usher project" and people thinking of Usher curdles my blood just a bit. (With apologies to R&B fans... and frankly, I'd be lucky to be working on a project with Usher attached because who the fuck am I?)

Of course, there's also the crucifixion to be expected from having the brass balls to try to adapt Edgar Allan Poe—from fanboys and literary-types alike.

Fuck it. Fuck the bathroom-wall-mentality of the internet. Just watched this documentary called "Heckler" that Jamie Kennedy made, conflating critics and bloggers/fanboys/talkbackers with common comedy club hecklers. It's got interviews with a great range of comedians and actors and critics—including super awkward confrontations with some actual, low-life, comedy club hecklers—and it brings up some really good points. Though it falls apart a bit toward the end, especially when it tries to paint a sympathetic portrait of Uwe Boll. That guy's a total douchebag.

The price you pay for putting your work out there. There's never a shortage of bitter fucking people in the world.

"Blah blah blah, we've heard this one before, Malice," huffed the Gay Horse.

"Woe is me! Someone might say something bad about me! Wahhhh! Get over it. Get over yourself.

"The real crime is people anthropomorphizing animals: this will not do!!!"