If You Build It, They Will Come.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

"Things could get worser."

Ok, so we've determined one of the 120GB harddrives I've got has committed suicide. Unfortunately it was the drive that had ALL my films on it. Most of them are recoverable, a couple may be lost for good, including an editable copy of The Looker. John brought over this program that is supposed to be able to recover that stuff. Due to the large files that I'm trying to recover, at current rate of speed, a full recovery will take literally three years, four months, two weeks, three days, five hours, and seventeen minutes.

Needless to say, unless it speeds up, it's gone.

I'm going to call Cesar tomorrow, and seee if I still have my original mini dv tapes at nyfa for looker. If not, it's kind of gone. I still have a copy of it on the computer, just not one I can change the soundtrack to. (Odd, I rarely end sentences with prepositions.) ...just not one where the soundtrack is changable. (better). It's likely whatever virus wiped me out last time may have damaged the actual hard drive. It never fully recovered and I was unable to rebuild the array that John had originally set up. It seems to have been damaged ever since. It may have never even been a virus, rather just a burn out of a bad hard drive. Who knows.

Keep your fingers crossed.


p.s. Ten points if you know what the title of this post is a quote from. (dammit I did it again). ...if you know where I got the quote for the title of this post.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

help computer

it's crashed again. i'm back on windows 98. of all the inopportune times to die, it's chosen now.

i really hope it salvagable, otherwise i've just lost my reel. john is coming over tomorrow to give it a try.

jamie and i went to south haven today on our way to arby's. since it was a spur of the moment trip, we didn't have anything to swim in, so we went in in our clothes. swimming in baggy blue jeans is very difficult.


Monday, June 27, 2005

here i go again on my own

same page different video

Chris Chelios talks about his favorite coach of all time, Jules Winnfield.

Saturday, June 25, 2005


Watch this.

Then leave your comment on whether or not you believe this to be real or a hoax. Honestly, I've got no idea. You may need to have the latest media player, or a not screwed up copy of media player.

Friday, June 24, 2005


Okay, as most of you know, last night the Pistons lost a close game seven against the Spurs who are now the NBA Champs. Congrats to San Antonio. I was at the Roadhouse for the game with Jason Ervin and Chris Brill, and we noticed these specific types of fans.

The 'We' Fans: "We really played well tonight." "We'll get 'em next year." Really? Are you on the team? If so then what are you doing here and not playing, your absenteism may have just cost Detroit the NBA Championship. If not, stop saying 'we.' 'We' is fine for a high school sports team if you go to that high school. Not a pro team.

The 'I'm-not-getting-enough-attention-while-the-game-is-on' girls: The obnoxious girls who route loudly for the other team, though they have no idea what the three point line is, they just want the attention that the NBA Finals take away from them. Last night I likened this to me and Jason following them to the mall and cheering obnoxiously when those shoes they wanted came off sale and went back to retail price. We don't really care, we're just being immature. I'd have dumped her, not for cheering for the Spurs over the Pistons (which of course is how she'd take it, and tell all her friends she got dumped for that) but because she's a person who can't handle 3-4 hours of 'not all about her' time.

The 'It's-not-over-yet' fans: Down by 7 with 35 seconds to go? It's over.

The 'It's-over-and-our-team-sucks' fans: You fair weather bastards, they made it to game 7 of the finals, they don't suck. On paper, there's only one team better than them.

The 'It's-over-but-I-can't-deal-with-it' fans. There was a whole table of these clowns next to us. Final buzzer goes off, confetti, 'We are the Champions' playing over the PA system in San Antonio, they're talking about "if he had just made that shot." "That one play was travelling." "That ref sucked." "That was never a foul." Then one guy blew up and verbally assaulted Texas, (which I admit, was fun to listen to.) Another guy was extremely pissed off because no one had any plans on what bar they were going to next (to me it looked like a decision they all wanted to make without him knowing). After screaming nearly every explative I've ever heard at the top of his lungs to some guys who were leaving without him, he stormed out like a pouty five-year-old.

The 'good' fans:
The ones who were bummed at the loss, looked at each other disappointed, and then went about their night. The occasional "man, that sucks" would be heard, but then they'd drink a little more beer, and focus on what they focus on at bars every other day of the year: that hot chick at the end of the bar. Others, knowing she was out of his league, observed the other fans at the bar so he could write about them in his blog later.

I've been having the weirdest dreams lately. Everynight it's something completely bizarre. Last night I was at a rock concert at NYFA with Triple H. No idea why.

Today I'm going to try to finish my reel. I'm still waiting on my DVD from NYFA, and one from Dave containing our 35mm stuff. Tomorrow is Jamie's graduation party. Congratulations Flynn.

Take care everyone.


Monday, June 20, 2005

Almost Famous.

Just a quick note, check this out.


Sunday, June 19, 2005

"Get down big momma."

This is hilarious. Not just because the women literally beat the piss out of this guy, but because the dialogue between them sounds like a 70's blaxploitation film.

"The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe

Remember "Story Time" in school where someone would read out loud to you while you read along? The thought of that made me smile today. Just listening intently and imagining the story in your mind, I think there's something really great about that. So to that end, I invite you to read along to my favorite poem, "The Raven" as it's read to you by Christopher Walken.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

Thursday, June 16, 2005

I'm back.

Hey everyone. I live in Kalamazoo again. I still have my Los Angeles cell number, and I think I'm going to keep it.

I'm living with Johanna, and soon to be Jon Kameya down in the student ghetto.

The next few days are going to consist of me putting together my reel, updating my resume, and looking for work.

Anyone need a vidoegrapher?


Sunday, June 12, 2005

Kansas Pt. II

Eleven hours. I made it from Denver CO to Wentzville MO in eleven hours. Kansas really wasn't as bad this time as I remember it being. Mainly because I did my best not to look at the (lack of) scenery.

I had a weird dream last night that I was really trying to drive to North Carolina to a beach house/cabin at Carolina Beach where all my friends from Kalamazoo I've pretty much ever known were hanging out. Jon, Laura Barb, Lesley, Mike, Amy, Bethany, Laura Schwab, Kristine, Jason, Dan, Vicki, Jamie, Charlie, Johanna, Ryan, Jen, Jackie, Paul, Rob, Lola, Jes, Marcy, John, Adam, Pimpin Tim, Brill, Yerty, Jeff, Cori... everybody. But I couldn't get there in time, so everybody left. Kind of a bummer.

So now I'm just outside of St. Louis, staying with my parents. My mom flies in... actually she already landed. They should be back soon. She stayed in California a few extra days to visit my aunt.

My stay in Denver was really cool. I got to hang out with Éowyn and even saw Kristine for a little bit. Éowyn's apartment is awesome. We saw the new Star Wars, she showed me around Denver (which I am convinced is the exact copy of Kalamazoo, only larger), I watched many episodes of Friends (she had to work one of the days I was there, and so I was stuck). Regretably I didn't get a chance to see my aunt and uncle who live in Boulder. We did go to a screening of short indie films at a Group 101 session. It was pretty cool. The coolest part though is that Éowyn posted a link to "The Looker" on the CASA site, and then when she introduced me to the other directors, a bunch of them had already seen it, and one of them had seen it a few times and started explaining it to other people. I felt pretty famous.

So anyway, I think the plan is to stay here until tuesday morning. So hopefully tuesday night I should be home in Kalamazoo. (that's weird to say again.) Unless I stop along the way. However, I probably won't, as my parents are driving to Michigan on wednesday apparently, and some of the bigger stuff that they kept when I went to Los Angeles, they might be able to drop off. If not in Kalamazoo, in Marine City.

At any rate, I'll see you guys soon.

And thanks again Éowyn. Now I'm going to have to get used to the idea that you're two hours behind me instead of an hour ahead.

And Kristine, I'm sorry we didn't get to hang out a little more. Sorry too that I ate your left over cheesecake. And your left over quesadilla. I hadn't eaten all day, and I was planning on getting food after you left, but you took my key, so I couldn't leave the apartment. Éowyn said I could. :)


Saturday, June 04, 2005

at long last... i've graduated

after twenty one long years, i'm done with school. i graduated today. we had a kicking after party, i won a blue monkey at city walk which i gave to one of our cute female teachers. i said goodbye to some people i've gotten really close to over the last year, promising to keep in touch with all of them. my family came out to see my graduation "ceremony" which consisted of the screening in beverly hills, and then the handing out of a diploma. then we partied long into the night, and as i type this sentence, it's 4:52am.

a few words on the screening. the looker could not have gone over better. i couldn't have ever hoped for the reception it got. the entire audience was laughing consistantly, and then over the end shot, the boom up on the looker on the rooftop, from beginning to end there was applause. they were applauding during the movie, not just at the end credits. the response i got was amazing. especially since my film showed first.

on another note, nick hynes' film "infest" was EXTREMELY good and super creepy. i heard someone behind me describe it as "very david lynch." it was to me, david lynch meets silent hill, which is cool because his set design was based on silent hill. very spooky. with his permission, i'm going to try to get it up on the CDP site so everyone can see it.

everyone seemed to enjoy alex gomez's "cocktails" as well, as i got a lot of compliments as to my "acting ability." that was the most fun of all of them to make.

the looker is still up at CDP, if you haven't seen it, please check it out and let me know what you think. it's a streaming file, and if you try to download it you get it in some crazy 4:3 aspect ratio due to the program i used to compress it. if you watch it on the site, it should play in a normal ratio.

tomorrow i'm taking the family on a tour of hollywood, and then on monday i begin the journey back to kalamazoo. adios friends.


Thursday, June 02, 2005

I'm getting antsy, kids.

Not because I want to leave California. Because I just reworked the Coughing Dog Site for the release of The Looker. I really just want to open it up, and make it available for everyone to check out, but I promised myself I'd wait until Friday night.

Ok. I'll make everyone a deal. I'll upload it early if you ask nicely. Just leave me a comment, or contact me via the CDP site, and leave a detailed message about how awesome I am, and how much you're looking forward to this films release, and I'll put it all up tomorrow.

Or don't. In which case, I'll probably just put it up tomorrow anyway. I know me. Very little self control.

If you do happen to be one of the people coming to the premiere, just wait.

In similar news...

I had my final screening greenlight meeting today. One of the people who watched it was named Curnal. (pronounced "colonel" which spelled phonetically is "Curnal." It just sounds like it reads, folks, deal with it.) Curnal had never seen my film before (I missed my original consultation with him to continue editing, which I thought was more important to do, rather than stop, and have some guy I never met tell me I need to keep editing) so I was really interested in seeing what he thought. He laughed a lot. At the end he told me it was definately festival worthy, which really made me happy. He said, and I quote, "This movie will do well."

Unfortunately, to release it to festivals, I'm going to need to redo the score, as it's all currently taken from Danny Elfman. I can hire a composer, no problem. I'm also going to need to get rid of one of the jokes that I really liked, because it's both a rip off of other characters, and a class inside joke. Me and Nick Hynes were standing out in the courtyard leaning on the glass, I was wearing that black trenchcoat, and Nick, who had long hair and a beanie and is about three inches taller than me and a little lanky, was wearing a white long sleeve shirt under a black t-shirt. Someone pointed out that we looked familiar....

I'm really anxious to see what you guys think of the movie. I guess maybe people who check my blog will be rewarded early for being so curious and interested about what is going on in my life. I'm flattered. Thank you. You like me. You really like me.

Also, it is 3am here on the pacific west, meaning for most people who read this, it's actually 6am, which feels an awful more like thursday than 3am does. Now would be a great time to upload it and release it to my friends...

Ah, but alas, would it be right?

Oh screw it. Here it is.


Wednesday, June 01, 2005

My So Called Life

The last two nights in a row have consisted of the following routine.

1.) Begin editing at about 6pm.
2.) Begin Freecell / obsessively checking email at about 7pm.
3.) Return to editing at 7:30pm
4.) Text Message Éowyn at around 10pm.
5.) Begin phone conversation with Éowyn at about 10:15pm.
6.) Finish conversation around 11:30pm.
7.) Check email / blogs / collegehumor.com at 12am.
8.) Conan O'Brein at 12:37am.
9.) Continue editing at 1:15am.
10.) Render a cut at around 3am, while rendering, go to Ralphs to buy a microwave pizza and Mt. Dew.
11.) Talk to crazy 3rd shift Ralph's guy who is always inquisitive about whatever shirt I happen to be wearing. (Tonight was my "Alcatraz Psycho Ward" shirt. He asked where I got it... while I wanted to hit him because that's a terribly stupid question, I actually didn't get it from Alcatraz, Laura Barb got it for me. So I let him get away with it.)
12.) 3:30am: Continue Editing.
13.) Hear the birds start chirping at around 5:30am. Realize that it has indeed been another all nighter. Continue editing.
14.) Start 80's movie while editing around 6am. (Tonight it was Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. Yesterday was The Princess Bride.)
15.) Talk to my roommates who are just waking up at 7:30am.
16.) 8am: Burn a cut onto DVD. Check blogs again.

Now yesterday, I also had class at 9am, so I didn't get to sleep until about 2pm. Which is why I'm still up now. Granted I only slept for 4 hours, but my schedule is all screwed up. Today I have a 15 minute meeting (that will be 16 minutes and 42 seconds) at 3:15pm, and that's all. Tomorrow I have one early class, then friday I have one early class, then the screening / graduation / party, and I'm officially done with school. As Napoleon Dynamite would say, "flippin' sweet."

Also, I finished The Looker this morning. It's done. Completed. In the can. I plan to have it online an hour before the 7pm screening on friday. Hopefully.

Goodnight folks.