Friday, April 07, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Fair and Square
Simon: I've been thinking.
Joe: Yeah?
Simon: Last year we were in the squirt league, and this year we're in the pewee.
Joe: So?
Simon: So what do they want us to do, play baseball or urinate? Anyway, I was just thinking.
-Simon Birch
What a great movie! God, I used to be so obsessed with Simon Birch. I should rent it again...I almost did yesterday, but ended up getting the Squid and the Whale (which I've decided to just buy) and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Why the hell was everybody shitting their pants over this movie? The third one was seriously way better than all of them combined. And they need to stick with one director, not four. Also, why is this shit rated PG-13? There was one "damn" and it wasn't as near as "frightening" as the third. Maybe I'll buy the third one too. Here's a list of the DVDs I've comitted to buying:
The Squid and the Whale
Happy Endings
The Ring
Junebug
Brokeback Mountain
King Kong...maybe
Six Feet Under: Season 5
Joe: Yeah?
Simon: Last year we were in the squirt league, and this year we're in the pewee.
Joe: So?
Simon: So what do they want us to do, play baseball or urinate? Anyway, I was just thinking.
-Simon Birch
What a great movie! God, I used to be so obsessed with Simon Birch. I should rent it again...I almost did yesterday, but ended up getting the Squid and the Whale (which I've decided to just buy) and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Why the hell was everybody shitting their pants over this movie? The third one was seriously way better than all of them combined. And they need to stick with one director, not four. Also, why is this shit rated PG-13? There was one "damn" and it wasn't as near as "frightening" as the third. Maybe I'll buy the third one too. Here's a list of the DVDs I've comitted to buying:
The Squid and the Whale
Happy Endings
The Ring
Junebug
Brokeback Mountain
King Kong...maybe
Six Feet Under: Season 5
This weekend was pretty chill even though I only went out on Friday. Laura and I met Kevin and some co-workers at a small greek restaurant for happy hour drinks. Everybody ordered wine and cosmos while I ordered the typical water with lemon. Greg, a friend of Kevin's, asked the waitor if he would've carded me if I had ordered alcohol to which he responded, "no...you look about 23 or 24". WTF?! I've always thought I looked 16. Anyways, after drinks we ate sushi at Blue Fish and rented Jarhead. I left their place early to meet some friends for a beer pong get-together. Good times, and good pics...
PS: if you haven't already, check out my awesome audio blog in the post before this one. It's the shit! Thanks for the 411, Shana.
Kevin and Laura at Blue Fish!
A champion beer pong-er...Shana
Some random dog, Simon...he looked like Wishbone. "What's the story, Wishbone!?"
"Suck the clit!", Shana yells as she beats Jacob in a nail-biting victory.
Hookah...if you look closely you can see the image of SATAN in the smoke!
Keepin' it real on the patio...
Cerveza...look it up, gringo.
Peace y'all...laters for now!
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Tabloid
Walt Berkman: It's like...we were pals then...we'd do things together...we'd look at the knight armor at the Met. The scary fish at the Natural History Museum. I was always afraid of the squid and whale fighting. I can only look at it with my hands in front of my face.
-The Squid and the Whale
Today I attended an hour and a half long meeting for RTVF week at UNT called "College to Career: Making the Transition". Due to my lack of proactive participation in these kinds of on-campus activities, I figured I'd give it a shot because it did sound interesting. What's scary about my major in film is the indelible fear that comes along with it...knowing (or not knowing ) how much competition there is out there; artistically and career-wise. I've never been much of an aggressor when it comes to opportunity, and I tend to harness a huge insecurity in my capabilities. So why the fuck am I getting into a business that is so emulous? Mostly becuase I cannot imagine doing anything else with my life. I want to make movies.
Our meeting consisted of a panel of about seven professionals in our field discussing interviews, internships, applications, resumes, reels, our futures. The speakers were exactly as I imagined they would be: tenacious, knowledgable, enlightening, and mostly intimidating. They all resembled these incredibly savvy and accomplished intellects you might see walking the streets of New York or sitting outside a trendy, urban coffee shop reading the Times. And I'm pretty sure one of the female speakers wanted me. She must've eyed in my direction about 400 times. I made out with her after the meeting. Older women are naughty like that. Putting my cynicism aside, I can say that I learned a good bit from the meeting. Basically I need to slap myself and become a more passionate and determined individual before I venture out to the mysterious land of Los Angeles. I can only learn.
So another part of RTVF week is this thing called "PA Bootcamp". For those of you who don't know what a PA is -- they're basically a bitch...a gopher...a scapegoat. A Production Assistant is what a private in the army -- the lowest on the chain. Most everybody gets their start here and works their way up the ladder. I'm not exactly sure what this "PA Bootcamp" entails. Are they going to set up booths with different scenarios to test our backbones? Maybe at one booth we'll be timed to see how fast we can bring back starbucks, fill up gas for a crew member, or put quarters in the parking meter for the director's BMW. Perhaps another booth will be a tutorial on how to buy cocaine for an actor, and another booth will be the scenario of an irate actor yelling in your ear. That sounds like fun! Maybe I'll go afterall.
Who knows? Laters for now...
-The Squid and the Whale
Today I attended an hour and a half long meeting for RTVF week at UNT called "College to Career: Making the Transition". Due to my lack of proactive participation in these kinds of on-campus activities, I figured I'd give it a shot because it did sound interesting. What's scary about my major in film is the indelible fear that comes along with it...knowing (or not knowing ) how much competition there is out there; artistically and career-wise. I've never been much of an aggressor when it comes to opportunity, and I tend to harness a huge insecurity in my capabilities. So why the fuck am I getting into a business that is so emulous? Mostly becuase I cannot imagine doing anything else with my life. I want to make movies.
Our meeting consisted of a panel of about seven professionals in our field discussing interviews, internships, applications, resumes, reels, our futures. The speakers were exactly as I imagined they would be: tenacious, knowledgable, enlightening, and mostly intimidating. They all resembled these incredibly savvy and accomplished intellects you might see walking the streets of New York or sitting outside a trendy, urban coffee shop reading the Times. And I'm pretty sure one of the female speakers wanted me. She must've eyed in my direction about 400 times. I made out with her after the meeting. Older women are naughty like that. Putting my cynicism aside, I can say that I learned a good bit from the meeting. Basically I need to slap myself and become a more passionate and determined individual before I venture out to the mysterious land of Los Angeles. I can only learn.
So another part of RTVF week is this thing called "PA Bootcamp". For those of you who don't know what a PA is -- they're basically a bitch...a gopher...a scapegoat. A Production Assistant is what a private in the army -- the lowest on the chain. Most everybody gets their start here and works their way up the ladder. I'm not exactly sure what this "PA Bootcamp" entails. Are they going to set up booths with different scenarios to test our backbones? Maybe at one booth we'll be timed to see how fast we can bring back starbucks, fill up gas for a crew member, or put quarters in the parking meter for the director's BMW. Perhaps another booth will be a tutorial on how to buy cocaine for an actor, and another booth will be the scenario of an irate actor yelling in your ear. That sounds like fun! Maybe I'll go afterall.
Who knows? Laters for now...
Monday, March 27, 2006
I Don't Know Who I Hate More: You or Me.
Bill: Do you find me sadistic? You know, I bet I could fry an egg on your head right now, if I wanted to. You know, Kiddo, I'd like to believe that you're aware enough even now to know that there's nothing sadistic in my actions. Well, maybe towards those other... jokers, but not you. No Kiddo, at this moment, this is me at my most... [cocks pistol]
Bill: masochistic.
The Bride: Bill... it's your baby... [Gunshot!]
-Kill Bill Volume 1
Even though I just sat here for ten minutes trying to dig deep and find something profound or compelling to write about, I've failed. I have nothing to say. Actually I have a lot to say...a whole lot. But then I remember that a handful of people actually read this and that scares me. I guess I won't be reminiscing about the time I discovered that I could talk to my penis and it told me to go on a murdering spree and call myself the Zodiac killer in the 60s and 70s. I hope the government reads this blog and arrests me.
Some Crap-Your-Pants worthy songs you MUST download:
Embrace "Out of Nothing"
Bloc Party "Blue Light (Anti Gravity Remix)"
Air "Run"
Mogwai "I Know You Are But What Am I?"
Last night I was studying for a political science exam, had the television turned on TLC, and this marathon of a show called "Little People, Big World" was playing. It's a reality show that follows a dwarf family -- well, the mother, father, and one of the sons have dwarfism. It's my new favorite show...but that tends to change every week. You should watch it. The end.
http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/lpbw/lpbw.html?clik=netmain_feat1
Kimberly drove up to Plano this weekend and we both stayed with Laura and Kevin. Good times had by all...even if we did end up getting into random philisophical arguments about life a couple of times. Wait, more like sitting and listening to Kimberly talk my ear off with her saturated stereotypes and irritating and stifling ramblings about evolution and plastic surgery. Did I just say that? We have variety in our family...I love it.
You know who I hate? James Brown...what a freak.
I wanted to use this portion of the blog to shoutout to Allie who gave me a drunk dial at 1am on a school night last week. She is a true friend. Thanks for the laugh.
Here are the pictures from last weekend...enjoy!
I told Laura that I could practically make a photo album out of Riley photos...it's probably true. Maybe I'll do that when he dies. Woah...had a Debbie Downer moment just now.
Before Mi Cocina...one of the best restaurants ever.
Holy shit.
We are two funny motherfuckers.
Kevin and Laura...
High Fashion poses by the Mi Cocina sign. The valet guy was staring at us.
Playing Turbo Cranium and sipping some vino blanco.
Chili's Too in the mall...Laura almost cut the waitor.
For our mother.
More shopping at Virgin and Urban Outfitters.
At Cuba Libre for appetizers/drinks while waiting for a table at the restaurant next door.
Fireside Pies...another fantastic place to dine. Dallas restaurants kick so much ass.
Paula's Fresh Mozz pizza from fireside...totally worth the hour and a half wait.
"Hi! Welcome to Coldstone!"...you'll get that if you've ever been.
I have no idea.
So confused...and hungry for a treat.
Corner Bakery before I went back home. (ps: they have the best lemon bars ever)
Why do I looke 300 lbs?
I'm off to go find a snack and stare at the television until "Little People, Big World" comes back on...laters for now!
Bill: masochistic.
The Bride: Bill... it's your baby... [Gunshot!]
-Kill Bill Volume 1
Even though I just sat here for ten minutes trying to dig deep and find something profound or compelling to write about, I've failed. I have nothing to say. Actually I have a lot to say...a whole lot. But then I remember that a handful of people actually read this and that scares me. I guess I won't be reminiscing about the time I discovered that I could talk to my penis and it told me to go on a murdering spree and call myself the Zodiac killer in the 60s and 70s. I hope the government reads this blog and arrests me.
Some Crap-Your-Pants worthy songs you MUST download:
Embrace "Out of Nothing"
Bloc Party "Blue Light (Anti Gravity Remix)"
Air "Run"
Mogwai "I Know You Are But What Am I?"
Last night I was studying for a political science exam, had the television turned on TLC, and this marathon of a show called "Little People, Big World" was playing. It's a reality show that follows a dwarf family -- well, the mother, father, and one of the sons have dwarfism. It's my new favorite show...but that tends to change every week. You should watch it. The end.
http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/lpbw/lpbw.html?clik=netmain_feat1
Kimberly drove up to Plano this weekend and we both stayed with Laura and Kevin. Good times had by all...even if we did end up getting into random philisophical arguments about life a couple of times. Wait, more like sitting and listening to Kimberly talk my ear off with her saturated stereotypes and irritating and stifling ramblings about evolution and plastic surgery. Did I just say that? We have variety in our family...I love it.
You know who I hate? James Brown...what a freak.
I wanted to use this portion of the blog to shoutout to Allie who gave me a drunk dial at 1am on a school night last week. She is a true friend. Thanks for the laugh.
Here are the pictures from last weekend...enjoy!
I told Laura that I could practically make a photo album out of Riley photos...it's probably true. Maybe I'll do that when he dies. Woah...had a Debbie Downer moment just now.
Before Mi Cocina...one of the best restaurants ever.
Holy shit.
We are two funny motherfuckers.
Kevin and Laura...
High Fashion poses by the Mi Cocina sign. The valet guy was staring at us.
Playing Turbo Cranium and sipping some vino blanco.
Chili's Too in the mall...Laura almost cut the waitor.
For our mother.
More shopping at Virgin and Urban Outfitters.
At Cuba Libre for appetizers/drinks while waiting for a table at the restaurant next door.
Fireside Pies...another fantastic place to dine. Dallas restaurants kick so much ass.
Paula's Fresh Mozz pizza from fireside...totally worth the hour and a half wait.
"Hi! Welcome to Coldstone!"...you'll get that if you've ever been.
I have no idea.
So confused...and hungry for a treat.
Corner Bakery before I went back home. (ps: they have the best lemon bars ever)
Why do I looke 300 lbs?
I'm off to go find a snack and stare at the television until "Little People, Big World" comes back on...laters for now!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
America's Best!
Christine Jesperson: [seeing his bandage] Whoa, what happened?
Richard Swersey: You want the short version or the long one?
Christine Jesperson: The long one.
Richard Swersey: I tried to save my life but it didn't work.
Christine Jesperson: Wow. What's the short one?
Richard Swersey: I burned it.
-Me and You and Everyone We Know
I made my usual trip to Blockbuster yesterday unaware of how long it'd actually been since my last visit. It took me forever to pick out two movies. If I had all the money in the world, I would probably spend it only on food and movies: two of my favorite things. Oh. And maybe clothes. I don't want to be naked.
I just ate animal crackers for breakfast.
One of the movies I rented was excellent. It's called The Dying Gaul and it stars Peter Sarsgaard, Patricia Clarkson, and Scott Campbell. It's basically about a gay screenwriter who writes this brilliant script and is offered to greenlight it by a charming (and married) film executive. The screenwriter soons finds himself seduced by the executive's charm and lifestyle. At the same time his wife becomes fascinated with the screenwriter and soon evolves a sort of three way relationship that exposes a lot of secrets that "lead all three characters into a dark maze of deception and betrayal".
The only negative thing about it was the distracting over-stylized look of the movie during parts. But it's hard to even notice that I guess because Peter Sarsgaard's performance is just so fucking amazing. Seriously. This guy steals every movie he's in. He was the shit in Shattered Glass, the poo in Kinsey, the caca in Jarhead, and the doody in Skeleton Key (jk, that movie blew my ass) Everyone should go rent The Dying Gaul!
I have no clue why they made the movie poster the shot of Peter's character during an orgasm...whatever.
One of my favorite actresses: Patricia Clarkson. She's hot for her age, right?
One of the greatest actors alive...
Download these songs: "Someone Like You" by New Order and "Solsbury Hill" by Peter Gabriel
Here are the rest of the pictures from the break. I'm off to go watch the movie again. Enjoy!
We got to the IMAX theater about an hour and a half too early, so we spent the time laughing and taking stupid pictures. (oh, and we saw Wild Safari 3D)
Happy Feet
Untitled
Sorry, Mary...
A small party at the girls' house.
Mary dirty dancing with the pantry door.
(these pictures are obviously not in order) This is coming out of the Rivercenter mall on our way back to the car.
This is by far my favorite picture from the break. I just love the blank look on Mary's face. And I have no clue why she's on the floor...and playing with her cell phone.
Me after a few glasses of wine.
Good times at Chili's
Good times at Shisha...if you ever get a chance, eat the food there. It's fantastic.
At Alex's place w/ Kristen and Darren.
Another trip downtown on my last night in SA
Waiting for a table at Rainforest Cafe. Soon after this, I was drinking Mary's smoothie through a straw and Brittany goes "Suck it bitch and tell me you like it!" and I choked and almost died.
Mary and some mechanical monkeys. (ooh, alliteration)
Posing like this in the middle of a restaurant is not fun. However, I think sucking the gorilla's teets would be much more embarassing.
Mary was a little too excited. (ps: the Rainforest Cafe in Dallas is MUCH better)
You know she sits on that thing when it's on during her free time.
Two of my best friends!
It managed to stop raining for a minute and this was the view I got driving into downtown Dallas. I had to take some pictures!
Kimberly is coming into town this weekend and we're both staying in Plano. I'll definitely have some good pictures coming! Laters for now!
Richard Swersey: You want the short version or the long one?
Christine Jesperson: The long one.
Richard Swersey: I tried to save my life but it didn't work.
Christine Jesperson: Wow. What's the short one?
Richard Swersey: I burned it.
-Me and You and Everyone We Know
I made my usual trip to Blockbuster yesterday unaware of how long it'd actually been since my last visit. It took me forever to pick out two movies. If I had all the money in the world, I would probably spend it only on food and movies: two of my favorite things. Oh. And maybe clothes. I don't want to be naked.
I just ate animal crackers for breakfast.
One of the movies I rented was excellent. It's called The Dying Gaul and it stars Peter Sarsgaard, Patricia Clarkson, and Scott Campbell. It's basically about a gay screenwriter who writes this brilliant script and is offered to greenlight it by a charming (and married) film executive. The screenwriter soons finds himself seduced by the executive's charm and lifestyle. At the same time his wife becomes fascinated with the screenwriter and soon evolves a sort of three way relationship that exposes a lot of secrets that "lead all three characters into a dark maze of deception and betrayal".
The only negative thing about it was the distracting over-stylized look of the movie during parts. But it's hard to even notice that I guess because Peter Sarsgaard's performance is just so fucking amazing. Seriously. This guy steals every movie he's in. He was the shit in Shattered Glass, the poo in Kinsey, the caca in Jarhead, and the doody in Skeleton Key (jk, that movie blew my ass) Everyone should go rent The Dying Gaul!
I have no clue why they made the movie poster the shot of Peter's character during an orgasm...whatever.
One of my favorite actresses: Patricia Clarkson. She's hot for her age, right?
One of the greatest actors alive...
Download these songs: "Someone Like You" by New Order and "Solsbury Hill" by Peter Gabriel
Here are the rest of the pictures from the break. I'm off to go watch the movie again. Enjoy!
We got to the IMAX theater about an hour and a half too early, so we spent the time laughing and taking stupid pictures. (oh, and we saw Wild Safari 3D)
Happy Feet
Untitled
Sorry, Mary...
A small party at the girls' house.
Mary dirty dancing with the pantry door.
(these pictures are obviously not in order) This is coming out of the Rivercenter mall on our way back to the car.
This is by far my favorite picture from the break. I just love the blank look on Mary's face. And I have no clue why she's on the floor...and playing with her cell phone.
Me after a few glasses of wine.
Good times at Chili's
Good times at Shisha...if you ever get a chance, eat the food there. It's fantastic.
At Alex's place w/ Kristen and Darren.
Another trip downtown on my last night in SA
Waiting for a table at Rainforest Cafe. Soon after this, I was drinking Mary's smoothie through a straw and Brittany goes "Suck it bitch and tell me you like it!" and I choked and almost died.
Mary and some mechanical monkeys. (ooh, alliteration)
Posing like this in the middle of a restaurant is not fun. However, I think sucking the gorilla's teets would be much more embarassing.
Mary was a little too excited. (ps: the Rainforest Cafe in Dallas is MUCH better)
You know she sits on that thing when it's on during her free time.
Two of my best friends!
It managed to stop raining for a minute and this was the view I got driving into downtown Dallas. I had to take some pictures!
Kimberly is coming into town this weekend and we're both staying in Plano. I'll definitely have some good pictures coming! Laters for now!
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