Opening for a movie

The character I am drafting had this to say in his most recent monologue as he washed up a green and an orange plastic bowl. (He stared feeling an ease and a fondness that the familiarity of his vista afforded him; the three adjacent car parking spaces and the little pathway leading to the block over the road in his condominium, the worn and familiar road markings and parking space numbers- their random order a beauty to him in itself)

Im am feeding them poorly. My children eat nothing but noodles and porridge at the moment. Not together, but alternating or sometimes sequential meals of nothing other than these two packet servings... but to more pressing matters- this certainly would not make much of a blog entry, though it is indeed the sort of entry that is both prolific and XXXXXXXXXX in the 2.0 at the moment- what I would write if I could remember it is far more worthwhile, more respectable and 'blogs of note-worthy'. It is you see, about a writer (or is it an artist) whose blog is read only by two people. He knows this because he has only ever told two people where to find it. The blog is not often read- if at all in fact- because the subject matter does not deviate from what is happening (creatively speaking) in the lives of his two friends- his blog features only contributions that his two friends have made creatively- one is a writer, the other a clown or a doctor Im not sure which (maybe one is a designer...) but all he writes about is what they have said to him adn shown him. Their latest trick, or painting, or discovery- he just writes it down as though its his blog- which it is- but its him writing the lives of others... so its difficult to say if it really is his blog or theirs. But this is not a clever post modern comic book style twist like the great comics I used to read and which fuelled my own creativity- no it would have to feature articles about doing nothing things- boiling eggs, brushing teeth- thinking about nothingish things whilst waiting for a bus- no it didnt have any of those fantasticly dynamic traits. No it had awful, dull, uninspiring rambles about this new minimalist outpouring or some nuance of complexity in an inane operation, that somehow called forth zen like echoes in its execution. Such things were useless or atleast uninteresting in 2.0, in blogs of noteland, in the peaceful parking spaces where I stare.

And the staring is worrying my character too. 10 minutes ago he was talking to someone. (I cant remember who) Then quite suddenly his focus had slipped, like some slab of gelatin off the side of a pork joint, and slopped to the floor. It was as worrying as slopping real gelatin on the floor would be to a real kitchen porter. It wasnt just his gaze that had slipped, but more his consciousness- his attentive focus had fallen away, like harrison ford falling through the floor and landing in a new and unknown antique world... and it was a comparable struggle to lift himself back into focus, into cognitive reality, from his gelatin-slopped, whip cracking muse. It was worrying that his mind should fall away uncontrollably at any given time. It would explain a lot, but it was no less worrying to be so.