So, we're home and not having fun with our families. Not giving them the gifts I spent hours making. Not giving them the gifts we saved money for weeks to buy. We're not having fun with gifts we gave eachother...cause money has been too tight to do so (we decided to get eachother presents in February).
This sucks. Granted, the brunt of it sucking is due to the, so they say, inevitable winter weather that is headed our way. They never treat Bass Mountain Rd for snow or ice so it's not a good idea to go out anywhere for long periods of time when there's the chance the weather could take turn for the worst.
But even more so, the biggest reason this sucks is because of the bullshit importance people invest in this day. And I don't want to hear that "it's one day out of the year where you can be nicer and jolly and blah blah blah" cause we should all be nicer and more jolly all year around. We give in to materialism, I'm guilty of this as well. Spoil our children with toys and the occasional practical gift. There are those who invest time and thought and feeling into their gifts, but I really feel this is rarer than one would think. The more I meditate on the subject the sicker I feel. Really. "It's a day to spend with your families" Whatever. You should spend more time with your families anyway, if they're important to you. I find it insulting that that's an excuse. Like I'm not important enough to spend any 'real' time with, but since everyone else spends time with their families on this day I guess we should too. And how can you not be sickened by the overt, nonstop commercialism? It's bloody disgusting.
...I'm sorry if you read this and it dampened your 'spirits'. Have a beer and get over it.
I'm pissed off cause I wanted to see nephew and give him the lightsaber I bought him, yes I'm guilty of the commercialism bull too, but I never said I wasn't a hypocrite.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
It's beginning to look a lot like Bullshit...
So, it's no mystery to those that are close to me that Christmas is not a favorite holiday of mine.
Humbug, Grinchitude, whatever...call it what you will, but my overall disdain for this time of year is well rooted in legitimacy.
So, let's begin...
First off, I used to work retail and yes, I worked retail through two Christmas'. Some people claim that this holiday transforms people into greedy s.o.b.'s that have to make the holiday perfect for their loved ones because their loved ones matter more than anyone's. While this is a close observation, it's not true, however the truth is far more distressing. Instead of transforming people all this holiday does it bring whats buried down deep inside most people bubbling up to the surface; the whole greedy, s.o.b. thing. People clog retail outlets clawing at, often, meaningless garbage to stuff in stockings and shove under trees to make people smile on that fateful morning, which, ya know, is just beautiful; making someone smile with products. Things. Consume, conform, and obey, America.
And even worse about this time of year is the fact that society, and more importantly, Christians, accepted this holiday as the birth of their savior because the Church decreed it so. It is a suject of great debate, but if one were to do the research I feel they would come to the same conclusion most, along with myself have, and that is that the man named Jesus was born sometime in the Spring and the early Christians decided to celebrate on the 25th of December to steal attention away from several Pagan holidays that all happened around that date. Being a pagan, and more importantly, one who celebrates the Festival of Yule, I find this time of year to be...overly offensive. I try my best to shrug it off, as I know deep down inside of me it doesn't really matter, but with the almost continuous holiday music on the T.V. and the just completely irritating Christmas messages plaguing my Facebook newsfeed it's hard to 'shrug' it all away.
I guess what all this really is is me telling more people to rise above ignorance.
Humbug, Grinchitude, whatever...call it what you will, but my overall disdain for this time of year is well rooted in legitimacy.
So, let's begin...
First off, I used to work retail and yes, I worked retail through two Christmas'. Some people claim that this holiday transforms people into greedy s.o.b.'s that have to make the holiday perfect for their loved ones because their loved ones matter more than anyone's. While this is a close observation, it's not true, however the truth is far more distressing. Instead of transforming people all this holiday does it bring whats buried down deep inside most people bubbling up to the surface; the whole greedy, s.o.b. thing. People clog retail outlets clawing at, often, meaningless garbage to stuff in stockings and shove under trees to make people smile on that fateful morning, which, ya know, is just beautiful; making someone smile with products. Things. Consume, conform, and obey, America.
And even worse about this time of year is the fact that society, and more importantly, Christians, accepted this holiday as the birth of their savior because the Church decreed it so. It is a suject of great debate, but if one were to do the research I feel they would come to the same conclusion most, along with myself have, and that is that the man named Jesus was born sometime in the Spring and the early Christians decided to celebrate on the 25th of December to steal attention away from several Pagan holidays that all happened around that date. Being a pagan, and more importantly, one who celebrates the Festival of Yule, I find this time of year to be...overly offensive. I try my best to shrug it off, as I know deep down inside of me it doesn't really matter, but with the almost continuous holiday music on the T.V. and the just completely irritating Christmas messages plaguing my Facebook newsfeed it's hard to 'shrug' it all away.
I guess what all this really is is me telling more people to rise above ignorance.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
A strange occurance...
Okay. This happened a month ago. I didn't think to post anything about it until now for some unknown reason, but maybe posting it will get the attention of others and perhaps I can find some people who have had the same, if not similar, experience.
Before I recount the event in question I will state that I'm a strange guy. I've dabbled in some strange things. And I seen some even stranger things. I've done drugs. I drink. And I dream. That being said, I feel very confident in A.) my sanity, and B.) my grasp on the real, physical world, and C.) my understanding of the Esoteric, Spiritual side of things.
Now, the event in question occurred the night of Tuesday, October 26th or in the early morning hours of Wednesday, October 27th. I spent that evening reminiscing with an old friend of mine and preparing myself for a callback on a possible theatre job. My fiance, Vicki, was away I Ohio, tending to a family affair so I went to be by myself that evening and relatively early, as I recall. Though I cannot be certain of exactly 'when' it occurred I can't help but feel it was right after I had finally fallen asleep. Being extremely photosensitive I awoke when a bright light was inexplicably shining from the bathroom door into the bedroom. All the lights in the bathroom were switched off and the dim, bluish light from the bathroom window wasn't bright enough to shine in the way this particular light was shining. The bathroom door was pushed almost to the closed position. After a few seconds the source of the light moved around the edge of the door and into the bedroom. The best way I can describe it is that it looked like a glass rod, about 4 feet long, floating off the floor, that had many beams of light shining from it in all different directions parallel to the ground. The rod moved to the foot of the bed and stopped. Then all the 'beams of light' stopped moving and focused together on one side of the room and then passed over me from right to left. While this was happening, I was frantically searching behind me to find the cordless phone we keep in our room. The LED screen is so bright that it almost lights up the whole room. I found the phone and pressed the screen, pointed it toward the object but then it was gone.
My heart was pounding. I sat there for a few moments, awe struck. Then I though, "Okay, I need my dogs to get in the bed with me." I shined the phone to my left on my dog, Java, who was on the floor a few feet from the bed. When I saw him I was a little more frightened. Java seemed to be 'frozen' like he was laying down and started to get up but only half of him got up. I stared at him for a moment and then called his name. He did not move. Again, a little louder. He shook his body and stood up, coming to the bed, but when I patted the bed he would not get up in the bed with me. I even grabbed his collar and pulled him up onto the bed and he immediately jumped down. My other dog, Zen, was, I presume anyway, passed out in the bathroom.
After a few moments, I shook my head and said to my, "I have a long, hard day tomorrow, I don't have time for this shit" and I stuck my head under my pillow and went to sleep.
Since this happened I've thought about it a number of times and talked it over with a few people. They, along with me, are baffled and have little to nothing to say in response. I don't feel like this was a "spiritual" experience. It 'felt' mechanic. Like it was too precise, to geometric to be ethereal.
I don't know what to think, but maybe posting it will help me find some answers.
Before I recount the event in question I will state that I'm a strange guy. I've dabbled in some strange things. And I seen some even stranger things. I've done drugs. I drink. And I dream. That being said, I feel very confident in A.) my sanity, and B.) my grasp on the real, physical world, and C.) my understanding of the Esoteric, Spiritual side of things.
Now, the event in question occurred the night of Tuesday, October 26th or in the early morning hours of Wednesday, October 27th. I spent that evening reminiscing with an old friend of mine and preparing myself for a callback on a possible theatre job. My fiance, Vicki, was away I Ohio, tending to a family affair so I went to be by myself that evening and relatively early, as I recall. Though I cannot be certain of exactly 'when' it occurred I can't help but feel it was right after I had finally fallen asleep. Being extremely photosensitive I awoke when a bright light was inexplicably shining from the bathroom door into the bedroom. All the lights in the bathroom were switched off and the dim, bluish light from the bathroom window wasn't bright enough to shine in the way this particular light was shining. The bathroom door was pushed almost to the closed position. After a few seconds the source of the light moved around the edge of the door and into the bedroom. The best way I can describe it is that it looked like a glass rod, about 4 feet long, floating off the floor, that had many beams of light shining from it in all different directions parallel to the ground. The rod moved to the foot of the bed and stopped. Then all the 'beams of light' stopped moving and focused together on one side of the room and then passed over me from right to left. While this was happening, I was frantically searching behind me to find the cordless phone we keep in our room. The LED screen is so bright that it almost lights up the whole room. I found the phone and pressed the screen, pointed it toward the object but then it was gone.
My heart was pounding. I sat there for a few moments, awe struck. Then I though, "Okay, I need my dogs to get in the bed with me." I shined the phone to my left on my dog, Java, who was on the floor a few feet from the bed. When I saw him I was a little more frightened. Java seemed to be 'frozen' like he was laying down and started to get up but only half of him got up. I stared at him for a moment and then called his name. He did not move. Again, a little louder. He shook his body and stood up, coming to the bed, but when I patted the bed he would not get up in the bed with me. I even grabbed his collar and pulled him up onto the bed and he immediately jumped down. My other dog, Zen, was, I presume anyway, passed out in the bathroom.
After a few moments, I shook my head and said to my, "I have a long, hard day tomorrow, I don't have time for this shit" and I stuck my head under my pillow and went to sleep.
Since this happened I've thought about it a number of times and talked it over with a few people. They, along with me, are baffled and have little to nothing to say in response. I don't feel like this was a "spiritual" experience. It 'felt' mechanic. Like it was too precise, to geometric to be ethereal.
I don't know what to think, but maybe posting it will help me find some answers.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Ai! Ai! Cthulhu fthagn!!!!
Soooo...
Lately...I've been in this sort transitionary state of being. Gears are turning.
For one thing, the zombie film I've been acting in, "A Few Brains More: Summer of Blood" is wrapping up. I'm really anxious to see it. Everyone involved has worked so hard on it and if a fraction of that comes through to the audience then it's going to be a fantastic, albeit campy, film. Very entertaining, that's for sure. I'm also anxious about going to a convention as a guest and showing it to an audience and seeing their reactions.
I sure do love making movies.
I have to make this pay-off in the next year. What little paying theatre work I'm getting is great, but if I can't profit from my true ambition, which is film, I need to rethink a few things.
I'll be turning 25 soon and that's my cut-off point. The point where I want to have it figured out. Now, I know I don't have to have it figured out by then, but I'd like to. It's been a goal of mine. It's good to have goals. But I've made a decision... if I can't make this film thing work before I turn 26 then I'm going to culinary school to be a chef. I like cooking. And I could make a decent living doing that.
I want to make movies. I feel like I should be making movies. And I feel that things are in the works. Things I can't zero in on, but that I feel and I have this ambiguous confidence that things are coming together.
In other news...I'll be getting things started for my "prop shop" soon. Still have to get my jigsaw and airbrush, but that will be happening very soon. I'm hoping to have at least 4-5 film quality prop/replicas built by the time Conooga gets here in February. If I can get the ball rolling on that I should be able to stir up some bank to invest in some of these movie ideas I've got.
Things are definitely happening. Just have to be patient.
Lately...I've been in this sort transitionary state of being. Gears are turning.
For one thing, the zombie film I've been acting in, "A Few Brains More: Summer of Blood" is wrapping up. I'm really anxious to see it. Everyone involved has worked so hard on it and if a fraction of that comes through to the audience then it's going to be a fantastic, albeit campy, film. Very entertaining, that's for sure. I'm also anxious about going to a convention as a guest and showing it to an audience and seeing their reactions.
I sure do love making movies.
I have to make this pay-off in the next year. What little paying theatre work I'm getting is great, but if I can't profit from my true ambition, which is film, I need to rethink a few things.
I'll be turning 25 soon and that's my cut-off point. The point where I want to have it figured out. Now, I know I don't have to have it figured out by then, but I'd like to. It's been a goal of mine. It's good to have goals. But I've made a decision... if I can't make this film thing work before I turn 26 then I'm going to culinary school to be a chef. I like cooking. And I could make a decent living doing that.
I want to make movies. I feel like I should be making movies. And I feel that things are in the works. Things I can't zero in on, but that I feel and I have this ambiguous confidence that things are coming together.
In other news...I'll be getting things started for my "prop shop" soon. Still have to get my jigsaw and airbrush, but that will be happening very soon. I'm hoping to have at least 4-5 film quality prop/replicas built by the time Conooga gets here in February. If I can get the ball rolling on that I should be able to stir up some bank to invest in some of these movie ideas I've got.
Things are definitely happening. Just have to be patient.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
The winds of change...
I couldn't help but notice a slight change in the wind this evening...
I've been pursuing acting as a career for about 6 years now. I've been working to improve my skills. Building my resume with what work I could find. Now, I have an opportunity to get a rather significant paying theatre job. I auditioned and tomorrow I have my callback. My nerves are shuttering. My mind is reeling. And I'm afraid.
This means more to me than I can put into words. I don't just want this. I need this. This is it. This has to happen.
It's all been leading up to this.
My prayers can't help but linger around making these winds the winds of real change for my life.
Sig Nauthiz.
Sig Jera.
Sig Uruz.
Sig Fehu.
Aesir, Vanir Heill!!!
I've been pursuing acting as a career for about 6 years now. I've been working to improve my skills. Building my resume with what work I could find. Now, I have an opportunity to get a rather significant paying theatre job. I auditioned and tomorrow I have my callback. My nerves are shuttering. My mind is reeling. And I'm afraid.
This means more to me than I can put into words. I don't just want this. I need this. This is it. This has to happen.
It's all been leading up to this.
My prayers can't help but linger around making these winds the winds of real change for my life.
Sig Nauthiz.
Sig Jera.
Sig Uruz.
Sig Fehu.
Aesir, Vanir Heill!!!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
The coming storm...
As of late, I feel as if I am standing on a precipice of some sort. Starring over the edge into a fog.
I'm finally getting paid for some of my work in the theatre. I've found a good group of filmmakers who seem to be genuinely interested in my endeavors and also in a future work relationship. Aside from all of this, I have an audition coming up. An audition that is bigger than any I've had before. An audition that could be the start of more fruitful relationship. An audition that would be the first real step toward making a career of this art I can't seem to stop practicing.
Amid all of these thoughts are countless murmurings of doubt, fear and above all longing. I desperately long to make a success of myself. I've made a lot of tough choices in my life and I can't help but feel discouraged at times. I can't help but wonder if I made the right choices. If I'm meant to be doing what it is I'm working towards.
How does one cope with this inestimable and overwhelming desire that is equally matched by fear?
And I can't help but find it funny. All the times others have come to me with questions and asking for advice. All the times I've asked others. All the things I've experienced....
...All I know to do...is breathe.
I'm finally getting paid for some of my work in the theatre. I've found a good group of filmmakers who seem to be genuinely interested in my endeavors and also in a future work relationship. Aside from all of this, I have an audition coming up. An audition that is bigger than any I've had before. An audition that could be the start of more fruitful relationship. An audition that would be the first real step toward making a career of this art I can't seem to stop practicing.
Amid all of these thoughts are countless murmurings of doubt, fear and above all longing. I desperately long to make a success of myself. I've made a lot of tough choices in my life and I can't help but feel discouraged at times. I can't help but wonder if I made the right choices. If I'm meant to be doing what it is I'm working towards.
How does one cope with this inestimable and overwhelming desire that is equally matched by fear?
And I can't help but find it funny. All the times others have come to me with questions and asking for advice. All the times I've asked others. All the things I've experienced....
...All I know to do...is breathe.
Smaug Episode 4
So, I'll be cutting out my basic shapes for the head today and getting them attached to the frame. Then it's just a matter of cutting and shaping the foam to make the head.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Building a Dragon Episode 1
So, I've been charged with building "Smaug" for ACT's fall production of The Hobbit. For the base of the head I'm using a simple hinge-joint puppet mechanism. Instead of fabricating the piece I got an oversized decorative clothespin that I've modified a bit and I'm going to be building onto it. I'm going to be using a lot of EVA foam to get the core shape and then overlaying pieces of "fun foam" to shape the dragon's head.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Faith in Hatred
Yet another beacon of ignorance and hate has flared up into the skies for all to see and be ashamed of...
In protest to a faith they know nothing about, a faith they deem "of the devil" a nondenominational church in Gainesville, Florida is holding an "International Burn the Quran" day on the 9th anniversary of September 11th.
This makes me so upset that I literally feel physically ill just thinking about it. Here we have a group of people, people who claim to follow a religion that is supposed to promote love, a group of people who are supposed to be good Americans, a group of people who should be descent humans acting despicable because of their ignorance and fear.
It's hard to be mad at people for being stupid. Some people are just stupid and that's honest truth. However...ignorance is a choice. Ignorance is a state of being uninformed. Instead of trying to become informed these people have decided to let the Right wing media decide how they should think and act. I'm willing to bet that non of the individuals at that sham of a church have even bothered to read the Quran. I won't lie. It does have some incendiary stuff in it, but so does the Bible. In fact every ancient religious text does, especially those derived from the Abrahamic texts. This makes me so upset that I'm tempted to hold a "Bible Burning" in protest to them, but I'm intelligent enough to know that burning a bunch of books really isn't going to accomplish anything.
The events of 9/11 were committed by extremists. Extremists who's ideals were well rooted in ignorance, just like these unfortunates in Florida. They are wrongfully attacking Islam and in doing so they are bringing us as Americans, and Christians everywhere down into the mud.
As a society we should work to quell ignorance and fear whenever and wherever we can, but when that ignorance and fear breeds hate it's a sign that we aren't working hard enough. Hate brings us all down. Hate makes us all look bad. I implore anyone who reads this to spread the word and speak out against the ignorance and hate. Only through education can we rise.
In protest to a faith they know nothing about, a faith they deem "of the devil" a nondenominational church in Gainesville, Florida is holding an "International Burn the Quran" day on the 9th anniversary of September 11th.
This makes me so upset that I literally feel physically ill just thinking about it. Here we have a group of people, people who claim to follow a religion that is supposed to promote love, a group of people who are supposed to be good Americans, a group of people who should be descent humans acting despicable because of their ignorance and fear.
It's hard to be mad at people for being stupid. Some people are just stupid and that's honest truth. However...ignorance is a choice. Ignorance is a state of being uninformed. Instead of trying to become informed these people have decided to let the Right wing media decide how they should think and act. I'm willing to bet that non of the individuals at that sham of a church have even bothered to read the Quran. I won't lie. It does have some incendiary stuff in it, but so does the Bible. In fact every ancient religious text does, especially those derived from the Abrahamic texts. This makes me so upset that I'm tempted to hold a "Bible Burning" in protest to them, but I'm intelligent enough to know that burning a bunch of books really isn't going to accomplish anything.
The events of 9/11 were committed by extremists. Extremists who's ideals were well rooted in ignorance, just like these unfortunates in Florida. They are wrongfully attacking Islam and in doing so they are bringing us as Americans, and Christians everywhere down into the mud.
As a society we should work to quell ignorance and fear whenever and wherever we can, but when that ignorance and fear breeds hate it's a sign that we aren't working hard enough. Hate brings us all down. Hate makes us all look bad. I implore anyone who reads this to spread the word and speak out against the ignorance and hate. Only through education can we rise.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Screw you, James Cameron
Ever since I can remember, I've loved movies. I recall being a small child, staying up way past my bedtime to watch movies on TV. Movies that I had no business watching, or movies that you wouldn't imagine a small boy even wanting to watch. And yet, I watched. Avidly, I'd say. Why? Because I love movies. And as I've grown older my love has blossomed and become...refined. Now, I appreciate movies on a multitude of levels. I love the art of film making and on the opposite end of the spectrum I love stupid movies that simply entertain me for one reason or the other.
However...I've found myself becoming more and more irritated by "hype". By the attitudes of others...aesthetes who, for one reason or another, pride themselves on some intangible "filmic wisdom" that has been imparted on them by the consumer built pop-culture machine. This irritating attitude manifests itself in a number of areas outside of film of course (art, literature, video-games, etc.) but a particular quote has focused my attention on movies and therefore I feel a need to...vent.
First...the quote, from Mr. James Cameron, in an interview regarding Hollywood's latest scream filled, gore fest "Pirahna: 3D". "You’ve got to remember: I worked on Piranha 2 for a few days and got fired off of it; I don’t put it on my official filmography. So there’s no sort of fond connection for me whatsoever," he told them. "In fact, I would go even farther and say that... I tend almost never to throw other films under the bus, but that is exactly an example of what we should not be doing in 3-D. Because it just cheapens the medium and reminds you of the bad 3-D horror films from the 70s and 80s, like Friday the 13th 3-D. When movies got to the bottom of the barrel of their creativity and at the last gasp of their financial lifespan, they did a 3-D version to get the last few drops of blood out of the turnip. And that’s not what’s happening now with 3-D."
It's probably a terrible warning to some deep seeded mental malfunction that this has angered me so much, but god help me, it has. It's "cheapens the medium"? What the fuck? Okay...I saw Avatar. Granted, I have not seen it in 3D, but I did see the film. Now, this is not a write up about Avatar, but I will state that, for the most part, I enjoyed the movie, but for no reason beyond it's aesthetics. The script was, in my opinion, sub-par. The story was a hack job, at best. The music and over-all presentation was impressive, but not so much so that I feel the need to ever watch the movie again. What I am writing about is the audacity Mr. Cameron has to make such a gross comment about another film. Like his movie was god's gift to 3D movies everywhere. In my humble opinion, Horror movies are the only movies that really even should be in 3D. The 3D fad, and lets face it, that's what it is, is a gimmick. It does not help tell a story at all. Did the 3D make Avatar's script any better? Did it make the story seem more original in some way? No. It made it more visually impressive. With Horror movies, the 3D technology at least lends itself to startling people. Albeit, it's a cheap way to scare someone, but it still does the trick. And I've heard the argument that "3D really helps to immerse the audience in the film" but a good movie will do that without the use of the 3D tech. A good script, with solid, well-rounded characters will immerse someone in a film far better than this 3D bullshit.
And furthermore, how dare that pompous ass say "...this is exactly an example of what we shouldn't be doing in 3D." First off, movies, in general, while entertaining are a horrendously terrible waste of money. Though the exact figure is a little up in the air, it's out there that Avatar cost $500 million. $500 MILLION! Wasting that much money on a movie like that literally makes me want to throw up. But what's more is what authority does he have to cast that sort of judgement. I realize that Pirahna: 3D is, by no stretch, an art film and compared to Avatar, even less so, but it's another group of individuals' attempt to entertain and make money, which is exactly what Cameron set out to do with Avatar, whether he wants to admit it or not.
I guess my overall point is that, first off, 3D is bullshit and secondly, James Cameron is a pompous asshole who's hype has gone to his head.
However...I've found myself becoming more and more irritated by "hype". By the attitudes of others...aesthetes who, for one reason or another, pride themselves on some intangible "filmic wisdom" that has been imparted on them by the consumer built pop-culture machine. This irritating attitude manifests itself in a number of areas outside of film of course (art, literature, video-games, etc.) but a particular quote has focused my attention on movies and therefore I feel a need to...vent.
First...the quote, from Mr. James Cameron, in an interview regarding Hollywood's latest scream filled, gore fest "Pirahna: 3D". "You’ve got to remember: I worked on Piranha 2 for a few days and got fired off of it; I don’t put it on my official filmography. So there’s no sort of fond connection for me whatsoever," he told them. "In fact, I would go even farther and say that... I tend almost never to throw other films under the bus, but that is exactly an example of what we should not be doing in 3-D. Because it just cheapens the medium and reminds you of the bad 3-D horror films from the 70s and 80s, like Friday the 13th 3-D. When movies got to the bottom of the barrel of their creativity and at the last gasp of their financial lifespan, they did a 3-D version to get the last few drops of blood out of the turnip. And that’s not what’s happening now with 3-D."
It's probably a terrible warning to some deep seeded mental malfunction that this has angered me so much, but god help me, it has. It's "cheapens the medium"? What the fuck? Okay...I saw Avatar. Granted, I have not seen it in 3D, but I did see the film. Now, this is not a write up about Avatar, but I will state that, for the most part, I enjoyed the movie, but for no reason beyond it's aesthetics. The script was, in my opinion, sub-par. The story was a hack job, at best. The music and over-all presentation was impressive, but not so much so that I feel the need to ever watch the movie again. What I am writing about is the audacity Mr. Cameron has to make such a gross comment about another film. Like his movie was god's gift to 3D movies everywhere. In my humble opinion, Horror movies are the only movies that really even should be in 3D. The 3D fad, and lets face it, that's what it is, is a gimmick. It does not help tell a story at all. Did the 3D make Avatar's script any better? Did it make the story seem more original in some way? No. It made it more visually impressive. With Horror movies, the 3D technology at least lends itself to startling people. Albeit, it's a cheap way to scare someone, but it still does the trick. And I've heard the argument that "3D really helps to immerse the audience in the film" but a good movie will do that without the use of the 3D tech. A good script, with solid, well-rounded characters will immerse someone in a film far better than this 3D bullshit.
And furthermore, how dare that pompous ass say "...this is exactly an example of what we shouldn't be doing in 3D." First off, movies, in general, while entertaining are a horrendously terrible waste of money. Though the exact figure is a little up in the air, it's out there that Avatar cost $500 million. $500 MILLION! Wasting that much money on a movie like that literally makes me want to throw up. But what's more is what authority does he have to cast that sort of judgement. I realize that Pirahna: 3D is, by no stretch, an art film and compared to Avatar, even less so, but it's another group of individuals' attempt to entertain and make money, which is exactly what Cameron set out to do with Avatar, whether he wants to admit it or not.
I guess my overall point is that, first off, 3D is bullshit and secondly, James Cameron is a pompous asshole who's hype has gone to his head.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Just say no to hate...
As one who wishes to be a functioning member of society I try to keep up on current events. I find myself watching a balance of news... with cartoons. The news is important when it comes to being up on the aforementioned current events, however it depresses me beyond belief at times. Other times it insights such a rage in me that I can't even fathom words to describe it. That's where the cartoons come in. Balancing the horrendous negative emotions with silly, animated ridiculousness. However, the news of late has been so heinous that the bright colors and vivid, whimsical motions of my favorite cartoons have provided little solace. I'm referring to one particular story and that is the issue revolving around the controversy surrounding the building of the Islamic Faith Center in New York.
The events of 9/11 were...indescribably horrible. I remember being in school and watching the events unfold and just the sheer disbelief I felt. The disbelief and sadness. Since that day, however, many have responded to certain events in such a way that has poured salt in the wounds left by that day in 2001.
The most recent, of course, is the protesting, hate speech, and sheer ignorance surrounding this issue in New York. The proposed multimillion dollar Islamic Center has been in the works since before the dreadful events of 9/11. Daisy Kahn, Executive Director of the American Society for Muslim Advancement, said “It is a center that will, number one, amplify the voice of the Muslims who are against extremists ideologies but also want to promote an understanding and remove ignorance of Islam.” But political figures on the Right such as Sarah Palin, Newt Gingrich and their supporters seem to be completely ignorant of the goal for this center. They choose to see this as some sort of affront to the victims of 9/11 and America in general.
Now, I can understand this response, to a very small degree, but everyone who is up in arms about must slow down and think this through from a human stand-point. This response comes, mainly, from a fear of the Muslim faith. A fear that is housed in ignorance. Something that this Islam Center will work to combat. But none of the protesters see that. None of them see that the attacks of 9/11 weren't just horrible for us over here but for Muslim's everywhere. The group that attacked the World Trade Center was an extremist group. They were a group of hateful individuals who just happened to be Muslims. They represent the entire faith much in the same way individuals like Scott Roeder, the extremist that murdered Dr. George Tiller, represent all Christians. The fact of the matter is that New York needs a place like this. The closer to Ground Zero the better. The only way we can grow and heal as a society, as human beings, is to increase our understanding and knowledge of the things that wrongfully scare us.
The only way to truly purify evil is through higher thinking. We must rise above ignorance and hate. If we do not, then we are no better than those who chose to give in to their hate on 9/11.
The events of 9/11 were...indescribably horrible. I remember being in school and watching the events unfold and just the sheer disbelief I felt. The disbelief and sadness. Since that day, however, many have responded to certain events in such a way that has poured salt in the wounds left by that day in 2001.
The most recent, of course, is the protesting, hate speech, and sheer ignorance surrounding this issue in New York. The proposed multimillion dollar Islamic Center has been in the works since before the dreadful events of 9/11. Daisy Kahn, Executive Director of the American Society for Muslim Advancement, said “It is a center that will, number one, amplify the voice of the Muslims who are against extremists ideologies but also want to promote an understanding and remove ignorance of Islam.” But political figures on the Right such as Sarah Palin, Newt Gingrich and their supporters seem to be completely ignorant of the goal for this center. They choose to see this as some sort of affront to the victims of 9/11 and America in general.
Now, I can understand this response, to a very small degree, but everyone who is up in arms about must slow down and think this through from a human stand-point. This response comes, mainly, from a fear of the Muslim faith. A fear that is housed in ignorance. Something that this Islam Center will work to combat. But none of the protesters see that. None of them see that the attacks of 9/11 weren't just horrible for us over here but for Muslim's everywhere. The group that attacked the World Trade Center was an extremist group. They were a group of hateful individuals who just happened to be Muslims. They represent the entire faith much in the same way individuals like Scott Roeder, the extremist that murdered Dr. George Tiller, represent all Christians. The fact of the matter is that New York needs a place like this. The closer to Ground Zero the better. The only way we can grow and heal as a society, as human beings, is to increase our understanding and knowledge of the things that wrongfully scare us.
The only way to truly purify evil is through higher thinking. We must rise above ignorance and hate. If we do not, then we are no better than those who chose to give in to their hate on 9/11.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
"If it bleeds...."
Okay, so here's my review of Troublemaker Studio's latest film addition to the Predator universe, "Predators". WARNING: SPOILER ALERT
In 1987, John McTiernan directed what is, in my opinion, one of the best science-fiction action movies ever. In the original film a special forces team led by their commander Dutch, played by Arnold Schwarzenegger, is sent into the South American jungle under the impression that they are rescuing a cabinet minister only to find out that they're actually busting a major arms operation, much to Dutch's dismay. After a ridiculous series of explosions the team dashes into the jungle to escape more South American bad guys, but things suddenly take a turn for the worst when an invisible enemy starts killing off the team one by one. As the events unfold we learn that the invisible assailant is non-other than an intergalactic head hunter with a face only a mother could love. The movie delivers some tense moments thanks to the extremely effective soundtrack as well as some wonderful characters and great one liners.
Since the first film, Predator has seen a few more moments in the spot light, but non that compare to the initial incarnation. Predator 2 was met with mixed reviews, though I think it's a fine movie. The AVP films are, for the most part, pretty bad, but I'm easy to please and just seeing the big, dreaded, fishnet wearing hunters on the big screen makes me giddy.
Despite the lack luster successors to the 87 science-fiction classic a firm fan base has remained and now, thanks to Robert Rodriguez's Troublemaker studios they have a film worthy of the gnarly space hunter. This latest film contrasts with the original in the best way possible. It's much grittier. Even, dare I say, more realistic. As least as realistic as such a fantasy can get. The action sequences are fast, loud, and tense. I was quite pleased with the fact that they used some of the soundtrack from the original movie as well as composing some of their shots in the same way. One big difference, not to the film's discredit, really, is that the original film introduced a set of characters that, for the most part, the audience loved. You liked the team in the original movie and you felt bad when one of them got all exploded. In this new film, that's not really the case. I'm not saying you don't like the characters, but they're nowhere near as endearing. In a very real way these characters deserve to be in the situation they're in. However, the few well placed one-liners are quite brilliant. One of my favorite moments in the film is when the death-row inmate, after it seems he's been killed, jumps up onto one of the Predator's back and starts stabbing him repeatedly while shouting, "Fuck you, ya Space Faggot!" In a lot respects this movie is a much more effective action flick. It slows down very little and delivers some really tense, well executed, combat scenes. One moment pits Hanzo, a Yakuza enforcer, against one of the Predators Samurai style. Overall, this film is fantastic. It was every bit as entertaining as the original and in some ways, a lot cooler. It seems like a natural place for the franchise to go. I, for one, hope this breath new life into one of my favorite Sci-fi badasses.
Monday, July 12, 2010
The Avengers? WTF?
Okay, so far be it from me to lay claim to the title of "all knowing comic geek", but I like to think I'm something of an authority, albeit small authority, on some comic book heroes, especially the ones I hold dear to my heart. The last decade has shown an influx in comic book movie adaptions. Now when I go to a "comic-book movie", I usually go with two important things in mind. A.) Low expectations; Cause let's face it, no Hollywood director is going to be able to live up to the way we comic book nerds envisioned our spandex and armor clad heroes. B.) Whenever I go to one of these movies I actually want to see something a little different than what I read. I like it when someone takes a little creativity with it, actually.
Now, the comic book heavy hitters, as everyone knows are Marvel and DC. DC has had some major successes, I think, with Nolan's Batman movies and Watchmen, but has had some cinematic abortions with Catwoman and Jonah Hex. Marvel has done just the same, if not with a bit more mixed feelings, with the X-men, Spider-Man, Iron-Man films being on the successful side with Dare-Devil, Electra, and Ghostrider being their "disaster" pieces.
One title that sticks out in my mind especially is the Incredible Hulk. Now, in 2003 the movie titled simply "Hulk" was released and made many weep audibly with it's shoddy script and Sy-Fy channel special-effects. However, in 2008, the Incredible Hulk was released and was such a vast improvement over the first attempt that it all but disappeared from our minds. In the newer adaption Ed Norton played the main character, Bruce Banner, who, after being exposed to a massive dose of Gamma Radiation, became afflicted with a condition that causes him to mutate into a giant, green, smashing machine simply called "The Hulk". With that film, along with the Iron-Man movies, fans saw a number of hints at the inevitable comic-to-film adaption of Marvel's popular comic series "The Avengers" which features a number of notable comic heroes including Iron-Man, the Hulk, Captain America, Thor, and several others. My personal feelings aside in regard to "the Avengers" comic series, I was looking forward to seeing this movie...that is until I found out about Marvel's casting decision in regard to everyone's favorite green, smashing machine.
Recently, Marvel studios' Kevin Feige said this, "We have made the decision to not bring Ed Norton back to portray the title role of Bruce Banner in the Avengers. Our decision is definitely not one based on monetary factors, but instead rooted in the need for an actor who embodies the creativity and collaborative spirit of our other talented cast members. The Avengers demands players who thrive working as part of an ensemble, as evidenced by Robert, Chris H, Chris E, Sam, Scarlett, and all of our talented casts. We are looking to announce a name actor who fulfills these requirements, and is passionate about the iconic role in the coming weeks."
Now, far be it from me to make a series of gross assumptions regarding what Feige's words mean, exactly, but I have an opinion regarding it that I feel deserves to be said. It sounds to me that they're saying that Norton isn't a team player. Now, I don't know the guy, buy if any of the words from his camp are true he's sounded, to me, like he's been nothing but excited to be a part of the coming "Avengers" movie. What's more, in all of the Marvel movies made thus far I feel that Edward Norton played the most believable characters. Period. I think that Norton is one of the finest actors of our time and it seems to me that he's almost "too good" for the rest of the cast of the coming "Avengers". I realize that's a rather harsh statement, but it's what I genuinely think. I love Sam Jackson and Robert Downey, but I think Norton is in a whole different ballpark. As for the Chris's...who gives a fuck? I sure don't.
I think this whole movie is a stupid move on Marvel's part. A "big group super hero" movie is risky. Very risky. Look at the X-men films. While they were, for the most part, entertaining, they all left something to be desired in one facet or another. You get that many characters up on the screen at one time and no doubt one, if not many of them, will end up falling short of what the fans want and what the characters in and of themselves deserve.
The trend with Marvel's movies has been back and forth. They do one or two good, if not great, films and then one or two stinkers. I, for one, am not expecting much from the upcoming slate of adaptions, but we shall see.
Now, the comic book heavy hitters, as everyone knows are Marvel and DC. DC has had some major successes, I think, with Nolan's Batman movies and Watchmen, but has had some cinematic abortions with Catwoman and Jonah Hex. Marvel has done just the same, if not with a bit more mixed feelings, with the X-men, Spider-Man, Iron-Man films being on the successful side with Dare-Devil, Electra, and Ghostrider being their "disaster" pieces.
One title that sticks out in my mind especially is the Incredible Hulk. Now, in 2003 the movie titled simply "Hulk" was released and made many weep audibly with it's shoddy script and Sy-Fy channel special-effects. However, in 2008, the Incredible Hulk was released and was such a vast improvement over the first attempt that it all but disappeared from our minds. In the newer adaption Ed Norton played the main character, Bruce Banner, who, after being exposed to a massive dose of Gamma Radiation, became afflicted with a condition that causes him to mutate into a giant, green, smashing machine simply called "The Hulk". With that film, along with the Iron-Man movies, fans saw a number of hints at the inevitable comic-to-film adaption of Marvel's popular comic series "The Avengers" which features a number of notable comic heroes including Iron-Man, the Hulk, Captain America, Thor, and several others. My personal feelings aside in regard to "the Avengers" comic series, I was looking forward to seeing this movie...that is until I found out about Marvel's casting decision in regard to everyone's favorite green, smashing machine.
Recently, Marvel studios' Kevin Feige said this, "We have made the decision to not bring Ed Norton back to portray the title role of Bruce Banner in the Avengers. Our decision is definitely not one based on monetary factors, but instead rooted in the need for an actor who embodies the creativity and collaborative spirit of our other talented cast members. The Avengers demands players who thrive working as part of an ensemble, as evidenced by Robert, Chris H, Chris E, Sam, Scarlett, and all of our talented casts. We are looking to announce a name actor who fulfills these requirements, and is passionate about the iconic role in the coming weeks."
Now, far be it from me to make a series of gross assumptions regarding what Feige's words mean, exactly, but I have an opinion regarding it that I feel deserves to be said. It sounds to me that they're saying that Norton isn't a team player. Now, I don't know the guy, buy if any of the words from his camp are true he's sounded, to me, like he's been nothing but excited to be a part of the coming "Avengers" movie. What's more, in all of the Marvel movies made thus far I feel that Edward Norton played the most believable characters. Period. I think that Norton is one of the finest actors of our time and it seems to me that he's almost "too good" for the rest of the cast of the coming "Avengers". I realize that's a rather harsh statement, but it's what I genuinely think. I love Sam Jackson and Robert Downey, but I think Norton is in a whole different ballpark. As for the Chris's...who gives a fuck? I sure don't.
I think this whole movie is a stupid move on Marvel's part. A "big group super hero" movie is risky. Very risky. Look at the X-men films. While they were, for the most part, entertaining, they all left something to be desired in one facet or another. You get that many characters up on the screen at one time and no doubt one, if not many of them, will end up falling short of what the fans want and what the characters in and of themselves deserve.
The trend with Marvel's movies has been back and forth. They do one or two good, if not great, films and then one or two stinkers. I, for one, am not expecting much from the upcoming slate of adaptions, but we shall see.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Crazy Eights and Sun Screen
So, yesterday, I spent the day with my Grandfather, his wife, my mother, and my fiance in Winston-Salem. My grandfather is having surgery this coming week, opening night for "Pirates of Penzance", actually, and I wanted to spend some time with him. Not that I think anything bad is going to happen, but better safe than sorry, besides it's just nice to spend time with him. When I was a child I spent a lot of time with my grandparents, and my grandfather in particular taught me very much. I hold him responsible for my affinity towards the natural world. He taught me much about plants and animals, insects and what not. He was also one of the only members of my family who didn't give me a hard time when I stopped going to church, which means a lot to me still.
Yesterday, when we arrived at the hotel he was staying at, I found him and my mother outside at the pool. It was strange seeing my grandpa in swim trunks. I had brought some shorts to swim, so I changed and he got some sun block out of his car. After lathering it on we got in the pool, he, my mother and I. Vicki, my fiance, neglected to bring anything to swim in, much to my mother's disappointment. We swam for about two hours and it was a lot of fun. Brought back some memories of family vacations. Afterward, we decided to go eat. Mexican food. My mothers constant fall back when no one else wants to make the decision. It was good food. My grandpa got a giant plate of sizzling fajitas and I couldn't help but laugh when he mispronounced it.
When we went back to the hotel we spent the next three and half hours playing cards. We started with Crazy Eights. Now, I hadn't played crazy eights since I was...probably around 8 years old, ironically enough. I seem to recall it being more complicated than it actually is, but after a brief refresher we played a number of hands. It was genuinely fun playing cards with my grandpa. I had forgotten, somehow, how funny he is. After playing for a while I began to think that I probably got some of my comedic senses from him. After one hand of crazy eights lasted about thirty minutes we decided to play Rummy. Another game I had no recollection of how to play. Again, we had a refresher and started playing. It was a lot of fun.
I've never been one who follows the philosophy of blood being thicker than water. I've always felt that we really choose who our families are. That being said, my grandfather means the world to me. He has had such a profound impact on my life and I really feel that I wouldn't be half the man I am if it wasn't for him.
Yesterday, when we arrived at the hotel he was staying at, I found him and my mother outside at the pool. It was strange seeing my grandpa in swim trunks. I had brought some shorts to swim, so I changed and he got some sun block out of his car. After lathering it on we got in the pool, he, my mother and I. Vicki, my fiance, neglected to bring anything to swim in, much to my mother's disappointment. We swam for about two hours and it was a lot of fun. Brought back some memories of family vacations. Afterward, we decided to go eat. Mexican food. My mothers constant fall back when no one else wants to make the decision. It was good food. My grandpa got a giant plate of sizzling fajitas and I couldn't help but laugh when he mispronounced it.
When we went back to the hotel we spent the next three and half hours playing cards. We started with Crazy Eights. Now, I hadn't played crazy eights since I was...probably around 8 years old, ironically enough. I seem to recall it being more complicated than it actually is, but after a brief refresher we played a number of hands. It was genuinely fun playing cards with my grandpa. I had forgotten, somehow, how funny he is. After playing for a while I began to think that I probably got some of my comedic senses from him. After one hand of crazy eights lasted about thirty minutes we decided to play Rummy. Another game I had no recollection of how to play. Again, we had a refresher and started playing. It was a lot of fun.
I've never been one who follows the philosophy of blood being thicker than water. I've always felt that we really choose who our families are. That being said, my grandfather means the world to me. He has had such a profound impact on my life and I really feel that I wouldn't be half the man I am if it wasn't for him.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Transformers: War for Cybertron Review
Okay, so I hate reading reviews for videogames.
So...why do I feel compelled to write a review?
Fuck if I know, but I'm doing it anyway.
I got Transformers:WFC last week and spent about five days completing the main quest. It would have taken me a day, two tops, if I didn't have a life outside of gaming. The main quest is divided into two parts. An Autobot campaign and , you guessed it, a Decepticon campaign. For those of you unfamiliar with the wonderful world of those magnificent mechanized marvels known as the Transformers I'm going to defer you to the Wikipedia article here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transformers
Now, this story takes place on Cybertron, the homeworld of the Transformers and it is in the early days of the civil war between the two factions. Concerning the story, it's great. The players gets to see some really cool moments for the characters like the first time Optimus meets Bumblebee and the sorted start of the relationship between Megatron and Starscream. Script wise it's pretty basic, but it's still better then Micheal Bay's incarnation of the well loved sentient machines. Hearing some of the voices from the classic cartoon chiming in amid explosions, gun fire, and the screams of falling enemies is pretty freakin' cool too. Not to mention that unique sound of the shift from robot to vehicle that makes me shiver with geeky delight every time I hear it.
When it comes to the game play WFC is a party based third person shooter pitting you and two allies, controlled by the AI or some online friends if you so choose, against the army of the opposing faction. The levels are pretty straight forward with a beacon marker placed on the screen to help guide you through, though you should be careful and look out for extra ammo, health, different weapons, shields, and the hard to spot Autobot/Decepticon Seals you have to destroy as a side quest for achievement points. Visually speaking the levels are gorgeous, and it's easy to get lost in the virtual architecture, but luckily there are hoards of enemies to destroy. Typically, one would worry about repetitiveness in a game like this, but High Moon has done a really great job spacing different encounters out. The kinds of encounters I'm talking about are "Mini-bosses" and "Big-Bosses". You certainly stay on your toes throughout. One thing I will note, and this could be me, but it seemed that the Autobots had a much harder time than the Decepticons. It may have been just that I was learning, but I really felt much stronger by the time I was tearing things up in the guise of the Decepticons. One thing that stands up in both campaigns is that it takes quite a bit of getting used to learning the strengths and weaknesses of each character type and weapon. And that carries over a bit more when you start playing in the multiplayer.
The players get to create a total of eight unique characters. Four different character types and an Autobot and Decepticon for each. You have a few options with the aesthetics of your unique character, though it leaves something to be desired. As far as weapons and abilities, you gain experience through the multiplayer matches and as you level up new things become available.
One complaint I'll make is I feel a little more could have been done with locking onto enemies as well as some expansion with the so-called melee combat. Pressing one button down for a sluggish, clumsy swing of a weapon hardly qualifies as "melee combat", but this is a shooter first and foremost, so my complaint isn't really a harsh one, just a "man it would be cool if...." complaint.
On the whole, Transformers: WFC is a great game. Definitely worth a play through.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Transform and Role Out
And before someone has a spelling fit, make note that I am aware that it should be "roll" out, but given the main subject of the coming blog, you will understand my shift to role.
So, "The Pirates of Penzance" goes up this Thursday. I can honestly say that this is the most difficult show I've ever been involved with. See, I'm an actor, for those of you reading this that don't know me, and I've been acting for a number of years now. More and more as each year goes by. Anyway, for those of you unfamiliar with the Gilbert and Sullivan classic, or any show by good ol' G & S, their music is extremely complicated. It's Operatic, Pronunciation:
\ˌä-pə-ˈra-tik\ Function: adjective Date: 1749 1 : of or relating to opera 2 : grand, dramatic, or romantic in style or effect. Meaning, 95% of the show is singing. Ridiculous, grandiose, singing. Now, not to sound over dramatic, but this show has been particularly difficult on me. Singing has never been my strong suite. Now, I'm well aware of the fact that I can sing fairly well, but I'm also aware that it is not my strongest skill. I am a comfortable Baritone. I can sing in a Tenor part okay, but high notes are hard for me. I've been practicing so much on increasing my range as well as strengthening my diaphragm and it is showing, but this show in particular has still been so much work. I'm nervous. Singing make me nervous. I could be in front of an audience monologuing for an hour and a half and I wouldn't be a fraction as nervous as I get singing in front of people.
Nerves are a peculiar thing. No matter how many times I've gone through this same process, it's still the same. Stomach in knots. Labored breathing. And so much sweat I feel like I need a friggin' snorkel. You'd think that with such an overwhelming feeling that it might dissuade me from continuing on this particular life path, but no. I'm sure that says something about me. Not sure what. But I'm sure it's something. I mean...I love it. I love performing. I love having control of people feelings. I mean, that's really what it is. It's form of mind control. And the feeling that comes over me when a show goes well is indescribable. The strangest mix of adrenaline and endorphins. It's like a drug. Really and truly.
All that being said, it is going to be an awesome show. The entire cast as worked so hard and it's really come together nicely. Not to mention how completely awesome the set is.
Well, that's enough for this first entry. I realize it's extremely topical, but I promise future entries will be more interesting.
So, "The Pirates of Penzance" goes up this Thursday. I can honestly say that this is the most difficult show I've ever been involved with. See, I'm an actor, for those of you reading this that don't know me, and I've been acting for a number of years now. More and more as each year goes by. Anyway, for those of you unfamiliar with the Gilbert and Sullivan classic, or any show by good ol' G & S, their music is extremely complicated. It's Operatic, Pronunciation:
\ˌä-pə-ˈra-tik\ Function: adjective Date: 1749 1 : of or relating to opera 2 : grand, dramatic, or romantic in style or effect. Meaning, 95% of the show is singing. Ridiculous, grandiose, singing. Now, not to sound over dramatic, but this show has been particularly difficult on me. Singing has never been my strong suite. Now, I'm well aware of the fact that I can sing fairly well, but I'm also aware that it is not my strongest skill. I am a comfortable Baritone. I can sing in a Tenor part okay, but high notes are hard for me. I've been practicing so much on increasing my range as well as strengthening my diaphragm and it is showing, but this show in particular has still been so much work. I'm nervous. Singing make me nervous. I could be in front of an audience monologuing for an hour and a half and I wouldn't be a fraction as nervous as I get singing in front of people.
Nerves are a peculiar thing. No matter how many times I've gone through this same process, it's still the same. Stomach in knots. Labored breathing. And so much sweat I feel like I need a friggin' snorkel. You'd think that with such an overwhelming feeling that it might dissuade me from continuing on this particular life path, but no. I'm sure that says something about me. Not sure what. But I'm sure it's something. I mean...I love it. I love performing. I love having control of people feelings. I mean, that's really what it is. It's form of mind control. And the feeling that comes over me when a show goes well is indescribable. The strangest mix of adrenaline and endorphins. It's like a drug. Really and truly.
All that being said, it is going to be an awesome show. The entire cast as worked so hard and it's really come together nicely. Not to mention how completely awesome the set is.
Well, that's enough for this first entry. I realize it's extremely topical, but I promise future entries will be more interesting.
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