A few snippits from the Florida Film Festival:

*Tonight was one of the parties. I went, had a drink or two. It was boring. I didn't know anyone. I barely talked to anyone...but the few people who I did speak with made my day:
-Most of the people who walked up to me were women in their early fifties. Most thought I was a "nice young man." One liked my hair...she thought I colored it. One made it a point to specify that I "looked like an artsy kid." Fun, fun, fun.
-Someone actually pitched a script to me. I tried to stop him, to let him know that pitching a script to a writer who doesn't direct or produce is like speaking to a brick wall, but he continued. The movie was something about bioterrorists and the army. If you are a director and this sounds like fun, I have his business card for a few more days at least.

The sad part about the party: all the people I knew were in the VIP lounge. I could have weaseled my way in. I didn't even know about this until afterwards. Oh well.

*I met the most interesting filmmakers, but I probably won't be able to make it to their film. It's about these women who carry portable typewriters around and do performance art, mainly writing on-the-spot poems for passerbys. I spoke with the lady director. She was very nice.

*The Midnight Music Videos were really good. View the program at the film festival web site.

I received a letter today from someone who has not written me before in the past. It was a little card with a puppy on the front. Above the puppy is the phrase "Thinking of You" in a script font. Inside, I found a handwritten note telling me that I've cut myself off from God by being gay and that it's not too late to turn back. This was accompanied by two small booklets about overcoming the addiction to gay things. The booklets have pictures of fire on the cover.

A fast, efficient mail service is a mixed blessing, I think.