A Lame Posting, or how do you love something that doesn't exist?

You make it exist, silly. And if you can't do that, you fool yourself into believing it exists. This practice is key to a strange phenomenon known as Scientology, which is not the topic of the day. Today's topic is.... the ever shortening generation gap and why I am actually a 35 year old man. Since the stone age, when old men of 24 would beat their moving meals to death with dull rocks and middle aged men of 13 would slash their dinners with sharpened objects, this gap has existed. A possible reason for this could be advances in technology and the quality of living one's used to. My grandfather's generation had wooden toys and polio growing up. My dad's had hula hoops and more vaccinations available. Because of these things, the gap was present. Technology has shifted and grown so much recently that the gaps are occurring in smaller intervals. I belong to the Myspace generation, technically, as I was a high school youth when it hit. Kids three years younger than me are part of the Twitter generation. Hey, I remember when there was only one MTV and they had music playing! The damn kids age 16 these days don't know how good we had it. And I wonder, is good taste disappearing? I grew up on Daria and shows that had some real verbal wit to them. Because of these things and other parts of my life, I seem to enjoy things that are "good" and know the difference from these "good" things and "bad" ones. Maybe it's the way your raised and what entertainment is present in your home that determines what generation you actually belong to. Maybe it's the choices you made when you were 14 that decide who you're going to be and what you're going to like and ascribe yourself to when you're older. I read The Fountainhead when I was 13. I bought my first Pavement album when I was 15. These are trendyish things that were popular or at least in fashion 15 and 66 years ago and for that and Sid Caesar and SOAP being on my television, I feel 35. I really don't know where I'm going with this anymore and to be honest, I never did know where I was headed in writing this post. I guess what I'm saying is I don't feel like I fit in with most people my age, and I kind of resent the tastes of my generation. Wow. That summed up several sentences of gooblygocked whatittude. On some side notes, District 9 was absolutely great and I might watch 4 other movies today if time abides. I will also return to the radio with The Bearded Amazon Giant show on Thursday night.

Starlings in the Slipstream

As the last few rays of the Summer sun pour in before the semester begins, so do my friends from afar. Tonight, Derek gets back and I am overjoyed. He's a very dedicated animator and one of the most honest, doggone decent people you'll ever meet. You can find his blog here and if you ever have a flat tire, he'll help you out with a smile. Tomorrow and this weekend bring in a few other pals of mine, and I can't wait for them either. Root beer floats sound good to me and maybe I can convince one of them it's a good idea as well. Today was fun filled and busy in that I have started planning out a short film with two other people. 4.5 hours of breaking down the script, analyzing characters, mapping out the story and physical progression of the characters throughout the location, and some laughs as well. I have high hopes for this short and trust it will go well, knowing that the director and cinematographer are tops. We work quite well together and I definitely want to start another short as soon as this one wraps( Funny that I say this considering not a thing has been shot yet, but filmmaking can be an addictive pleasure and I'm always looking to score). One thing we discussed at length today was casting, which is very crucial to the success of any film, short or feature, budget or shoestrings. I wonder how many people come to audition for us, and hope for the best and brightest have an interest in the project. The film has 13 speaking roles, and each plays an important role in tying together the relationships and themes throughout. So yeah, need to find 13 good actors or people that can fit those parts pretty soon. If you know any guys or gals between the ages of 19 and 30, please let me know! The goal is shoot sometime during the first two weeks of September if that helps you in your decision making at all. Also, we are looking for a Spanish speaking couple if you know any. Positions in the Art Department still need to be filled if you have an interest in set design or just like making and arranging things for kindly bearded taskmasters like the director. I'm pretty much done with this post and imagine I'll write something at the end of the weekend recounting my experiences doing some volunteer work and letting you in on my Root Beer Float recipe (it's shockingly good). Seeing District 9 tonight and am excited for that. Saw The Hurt Locker last night and thought it was great (to the friends I forgot to call, well, I forgot. Sorry. Really). Will see Ponyo tomorrow and possibly 500 Days of Summer as well. I might have to start wearing sunglasses indoors to fix the sting in my eyes from staring at the cinema screens. Oh, and a plug for my friend Jake's blog. Still the funniest thing I read online, and you should read it too.

It's Bizness Time

Woohoo y'all! I am starting this blog this way because I am too excited today. I really mean too excited, because my joy levels are peaking for something which may not be that interesting to anyone else. As you may know, I work at a radio station. It's great and I feel much at home here in the offices at KRUX. Today I got my first official gift from the station: BIZNESS CARDS. They have my name, title, phone number, fax machine info (Someday I will fax something to someone. It will probably be something dirty), and a nifty logo of the station. I feel incredibly legit right now and want to hand these out to everyone. I may start wearing fancier clothes. What I will do for sure is treasure them. The feeling I'm experiencing is akin to that of a small child getting a holographic Charizard card, only I know I can actually do some good with the cards I have. Networking will be made easier for sure, and maybe I can secure some personal interviews with these when I attend shows. I've most been doing phone interviews, but I'd like to do more in the field and you know, actually meet the people I'm talking to. So, yeah, that's why I'm in such a good mood. I also got a placard with my name on my office door. It's pretty boss and again, I feel legit. Too legit to quit. And I will never quit or jeopardize my place here because I love it too much. Hopefully I can keep doing this until I graduate and maybe use the experience to get a job if needed in the future. Perhaps I could be a shock-jock, but I also might be too polite for that. One person who is not polite is the contestant on the show Real Chance of Love 2: Back in the Saddle named Spanish Fly. She was totally interrupting Chance's alone time with Hot Wings. The names of these people are ridiculous, much like their actions, verbal tics, wardrobes, and everything else about them. I look forward to seeing this show all the way through and talking about it to the select few I know that follow this trash as well. I've started writing a short film that hopefully will be shot sometime in the next two months. What I can say about it is that it involves couples in conversation, revealing a certain notion I have about how relationships work. And it's all in one take. And there's a fire. Insane, I know, but I think my friends and I are smart enough to pull it off. I've also been thinking lately about the friendships and working relationships that have started in the past two years and how I'm so glad to have these people around me for support, laughter, and to work on projects with. I hope to be involved with all of them for the rest of my life. I know a few are going to go very far, and if I can do it with them, then awesome. With all the work I've done this summer on projects, the more I've realized what I want to do. I've had conversations with faculty members about where I'm going to go after school and what I'm going to do. My future's been a bit of a mystery among the people guiding me and myself. I'm coming into this semester with a goal in mind and hope to establish in their minds and the minds of my peers that I am a writer and will be a writer. Not a sound mixer, not a DP, not a producer, but a writer, writing away off-set on a computer. I have a bit of a plan for how I'm going to succeed in this career, and if it works, I'll let you know in the form of skywriting or letters printed onto gold sheets with platinum ink. If I'm going to make it, I'm going to make some money in the process, so why not be a jerk to everyone about it? I'm kidding about all of that. Seriously, I am not that guy. If you think I'm anything like that, I'm sorry I've led you to that conclusion. Oh man, I am listening to some Ad Council spots right now to choose from to put on the air and there are some ridiculous ones. This girl just used the Jonas Brothers as an excuse to not post nude photos online. I definitely learned a lesson from that one. Well, I'm going back to work now. Comment me if you read this! I know my blog is not read very often, not that it really matters, but I'd like to get some definite numbers on my readership. Also, podcast coming as soon as Jake is back from California. Lates y'all.

Biggie Shorty

I am back home after a very, very short trip to Illinois. It was good with the exception of a few bad hours I don't wish to speak about in depth. Let's just say I am never staying in a retirement home when I get older. I purchased and read Jeff Smith's "Bone" in the span of a day and a half, and must say it met all of the lofty expectations I had for it. Truly wonderful and I feel bad for missing out on it for such a long time. His new comic "RASL" isn't as good, but I hope it picks up. I have an evening of writing ahead of me and hopefully a haircut in my near future. I'd look like a soccer mom if it wasn't for my poorly arranged stubble. I have the hips to pull the look off though. Gotta do something about that...Tomorrow night is VH1's super-reality evening, and I am looking forward to about a third of it. The show Megan Wants a Millionaire is godawful and even I won't watch it. I'd rather watch an episode of "The Parkers" than this. I'd rather watch the SECOND season of Joe Millionaire on bootleg than this. It sucks hardcore. Now Real Chance of
Love 2: Back in the Saddle is the complete opposite. I would miss a baby shower for this show. I would commit tax evasion to catch every moment. Everything that I love about the genre is present on the show, from crazed bitches to moderately sane bitches, to loads of innuendo-laced challenges. You can call me a sap for liking these shows, but I will be too busy watching the likes of Mamacita, Pocahontas, and Hot Wings to care. I guess that's all for now. I promise that someday soon I'll post something meaningful and well written. Maybe I'll have segues. Ooohhh.

Harness Your Hopes

So I am hanging out in Missouri at the moment enjoying wi-fi and wondering why CSI:Miami is still on the air. People got it right when they decided to let CSI: NY fall to the wayside, so why continue to watch this crap? Anyway, the weather is lovely over here and the population I've encountered has been friendly. Met with relatives, and most of today's experience was great. It's always interesting being around your predecessors, the members of your gene pool, and people who share the same first name as you. The summit of dudes with my name was a success and I was glad to have seen and talked to them today. My grandfather is incredibly funny and lucid at his age, and I am very thankful for that. The man knows his funny and I have a lot to learn from him.
Still have some more stuff to do here and in Illinois tomorrow. Might gamble away my savings over cards. We'll see. In the meantime, I'm writing a little bit (not this) and thinking about some middleweight concepts that were brought about recently. There is much to be learned from music, I will say, and song analysis can eventually lead to self-analysis and progression within the soul. Also, it can lead to using pretentious sounding phrases and turtlenecks. Wow, that neck is really snug. Where did this American Spirit come from? Well, I guess I'm stuck in an indie-bookworm-shoegazing vortex. I'll say hello to Calvin Johnson while I'm here. Until next time, farewell.


Also, I will be making a most excellent Aquaman costume this semester. So as to seem like I'm Aquaman. Yes. Win.

Tegucigalpa

Why hello there reader. How kind of you to visit. I write now to keep away the rust. The more often I write, the better I get at it. Crazy and game-changing, I know. I'm not sure when this podcast is going to be recorded in that I work 8 hours tomorrow and leave for Illinois the day after that and I'm pretty sure that Jake will be out of town for a long time soon. Maybe we can phone it in or something to that effect. I am also pretty much done being the Art Director for a particular person's undergraduate thesis film, and am so so so glad. I was up until 4 A.M. messing around with power tools that were not powerful enough to build a safe and working door frame among other semi-complicated things. From what I've heard from that shoot which started today, the set looks very nice and is going to work out. Though I'm happy with everything for the most part, I probably will never do something like that again unless it's for a personal project. Or a movie where the items I buy and build get to explode, nay have to explode. For the safety of man and slutkind alike of course.

School is approaching quickly and I am incredibly excited for it to start. I cannot wait to see all of my friends that left town this Summer and to further along my experience at college. Some people create goals for college which they then write up colorfully onto construction paper and place on their walls, only to never complete their ambitions because they get too distracted by the glitter on their "Goals for teh Semester!!!" sign. And yes, they also make spelling mistakes cuz rilly, who needs to spell these days? I think I lost my train of thought somewhere in that mess of condescension. Oh wait, yeah, so what are my goals for this semester? To be productive and happy, and to finish writing music for what promises to be hardest short film production of my young life. I have a solid idea of where this story is headed and the tone I want to achieve visually and through dialogue. I really can't wait for it to officially start and don't know what I can do in the meantime other than obsess and stress over it.

The Fruitbats are awesome. Large breakfasts are underrated. I am tired. The Grapebats wouldn't be a terrible band name. Jon Gosselin shouldn't get so much media coverage. I couldn't starve today so I ate a foream-sized burrito from Go-Burger, which is thankfully back up and running. That really was one of the high points of my day and that doesn't mean I had a slow and uneventful day. It means their burritos are the shit. And I'm going back to sleep.

Bright Ideas and Shoegaze Ramblings

Well hello there!
This weekend has been a might fantastic, and I owe it all to friends. I was able to both relax this weekend and keep busy thanks to these fine folks. One function involved pizza and a movie. Simplistic, yet wonderful. Another involved reminiscing about years past at a small gathering where Mario Kart was played and manhood-proving scuffles were had (My record remains 1-0 and I intend to keep it that way). I jammed with some great guys earlier today and we plan on playing shows around town in the near future. These shows will mostly feature jazz-fusion/blues tunes and a few covers. Prince will be in the arsenal for sure.
I also made a pact with a friend and fellow blogger named Jake who is too hilarious to ignore and intelligent as well. We will begin a weekly podcast together. It will be awesome. The Mayor of Blogville is going to cut the ribbon at the grand opening and the National Anthem will be sung by Mike Ditka. You can find Jake's blog here and I must say that it is always funny.
Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, I suppose I can now vent and mope over personal issues in the way that most bloggers do, or at least seem to do. This may be common knowledge, or it may not, but I have not been in a relationship, and by that I mean a healthy long-term partnership, with a woman for over a year now. It's frustrating to want something so badly that is out of your control, and while that thought isn't original or singular to me, it stings the same. I should be happy with what I already have in life, and I am, really. But being single for such a time can put a damper on any mood. And it's not like I'd be willing to date just anybody to fix this problem; I want someone that means something to me, and without that, many of the joys in life can feel quite meaningless. Friends mean something to me, and I love them for that, but I can't cuddle with friends. I can't hold hands with friends (Never been the type). I can make friendship bracelets though (Really good ones). And so I will keep pining for an elusive feeling that resided in my heart long ago. For now I'll just keep occupied with work, school, film, music and friends, which seems like a lot actually when I think about it.
Well, I hope my emo-rant entertained you or at least proved to be more interesting than whatever work you're avoiding while you read this. Farewell, and stay tuned for that podcast. It's going to be funtimes mcgee. Also, listen to the band Nurses if you have some time. They are dominating my headphones right now and are very very good.