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Satellite the Movie

April 18, 2012

satellite |ˈsatlˌīt| [usu. as adj. ] something that is separated from or on the periphery of something else but is never the less dependent on or controlled by it

Scott is better known by his sobriquet, “Satellite”. He got branded this title by past coworkers who thought he was so far out there. Though in another sense he orbits me, dependent on my kind heart that saves him from himself, but more and more I feel I am caught in his gravitational pull; somehow everyone gets sucked in, involuntarily along for the ride.

Satellite has never met a stranger he didn’t know. People will talk to you, really listen to you when you tell them you’re making a movie. It’s like when you tell someone you’re dying. They are even more captivated because they usually want to be a part of the film. In this media fueled society we all want to be on the silver screen or at least the computer screen. It’s human instinct to ask someone what they “do” so within the first minute he has the stranger drawn in to his world. They exchange numbers by the end and he has effortlessly lifted the digits of some very attractive girls who think they’ll be the next Scarlett Johansson.

 

Satellite plays the eccentric filmmaker well. Now that he carries around a practical guide to filming, editing, and etc, people come up to him with aroused curiosity. The jokes on them. If they bothered to  read his chicken scratch they would find no plot, no characters, no real conflict, just a stream of incoherent consciousness rambled to paper. The so-called script is a way to funnel his ADHD.

Satellite is the kind of person who always makes excuses. He has this arbitrary due date for his goals which keeps him from living in the present. He goes on about all the things he wants to accomplish, a grand story to tell. Satellite might as well tell someone he’s dying. He’s pushing 40 with delusions of grandeur.

He’s really not afraid of dying, just afraid of not really living.

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