New. Fucking. Right Away, Great Captain. Album.
11.11.2008
11.10.2008
4+8+15+16+23+42=108
I'm not really sure how it happened at first but somehow I totally missed out on the whole Lost thing. Until now that is.
As it turns out you can watch the entire series, thus far, for free on ABC.com. Just click on the full episodes link thing at the top of the page. You have to put up with bullshit 30 second commercials every so often, but they're not so bad for the most part. Except one absolutely horrific McDonald's ad. Its about two jackasses talking about a magic ring and they end up getting their McD's on. It's not so bad at first, but when you're watching Lost and you're all into it and shit, the show builds up and builds up until it cuts to two retards talking about a magic ring and their need to go to McDonald's. Its enough to send someone, like me, in to a murderous rampage.
OK, the real reason I'm posting this is to talk about the 4th season. Now, if you have only watched a few episodes or have not watched it at all I highly recommend that you navigate yourself elsewhere.
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED????
Can anyone tell me what the fuck just happened? There was so much shit going down in the 4th season it was hard to keep track of it all. I have to say that I did see Jack's father showing up at some point, his body was gone from the coffin Jack found in the first season after all and, for whatever reason, people never seem to stay dead on that island. What about the eye-patch dude? That motherfucker is like the goddamn Terminator. He was beat to shit, tied up, beat to shit again, dragged all over the fucking island, thrown into a fence that I am pretty sure melted his brain, came back to life, showed up out of nowhere, swam down to an underwater communication facility, got shot with a fucking HARPOON GUN in the chest, and after all that he still found enough time to come back to life again and blow the side of the facility up with a hand grenade that he was holding when it blew up. Now, I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who could argue that the man is dead for sure now, but we won't know until the 5th season starts. No doubt he found some goddamn way to come back to life again.
But I don't know anything that could happen because Locke moved the island. Let me say that again, HE MOVED THE FUCKING ISLAND! Well Locke didn't really move the island, Ben did and he woke up in the Sahara Desert as a prize for doing so.
A few people did end up getting off the island before Ben moved it, but not before barely escaping a boat rigged with the most C4 I've ever seen in one place on TV show.
This show is insane. If I had to go through even half of the shit the characters on Lost had to go through I would not be dealing with it as well as they are. I would just sit there, not say anything, and live the rest of my life like that.
Oh and I guess they are going to try to get back to the island they worked so hard to leave. Jesus christ I'm going to die.
One more thing, I need to break my new Geometry Wars 2 addiction in any way possible.
As it turns out you can watch the entire series, thus far, for free on ABC.com. Just click on the full episodes link thing at the top of the page. You have to put up with bullshit 30 second commercials every so often, but they're not so bad for the most part. Except one absolutely horrific McDonald's ad. Its about two jackasses talking about a magic ring and they end up getting their McD's on. It's not so bad at first, but when you're watching Lost and you're all into it and shit, the show builds up and builds up until it cuts to two retards talking about a magic ring and their need to go to McDonald's. Its enough to send someone, like me, in to a murderous rampage.
OK, the real reason I'm posting this is to talk about the 4th season. Now, if you have only watched a few episodes or have not watched it at all I highly recommend that you navigate yourself elsewhere.
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED????
Can anyone tell me what the fuck just happened? There was so much shit going down in the 4th season it was hard to keep track of it all. I have to say that I did see Jack's father showing up at some point, his body was gone from the coffin Jack found in the first season after all and, for whatever reason, people never seem to stay dead on that island. What about the eye-patch dude? That motherfucker is like the goddamn Terminator. He was beat to shit, tied up, beat to shit again, dragged all over the fucking island, thrown into a fence that I am pretty sure melted his brain, came back to life, showed up out of nowhere, swam down to an underwater communication facility, got shot with a fucking HARPOON GUN in the chest, and after all that he still found enough time to come back to life again and blow the side of the facility up with a hand grenade that he was holding when it blew up. Now, I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who could argue that the man is dead for sure now, but we won't know until the 5th season starts. No doubt he found some goddamn way to come back to life again.
But I don't know anything that could happen because Locke moved the island. Let me say that again, HE MOVED THE FUCKING ISLAND! Well Locke didn't really move the island, Ben did and he woke up in the Sahara Desert as a prize for doing so.
A few people did end up getting off the island before Ben moved it, but not before barely escaping a boat rigged with the most C4 I've ever seen in one place on TV show.
This show is insane. If I had to go through even half of the shit the characters on Lost had to go through I would not be dealing with it as well as they are. I would just sit there, not say anything, and live the rest of my life like that.
Oh and I guess they are going to try to get back to the island they worked so hard to leave. Jesus christ I'm going to die.
One more thing, I need to break my new Geometry Wars 2 addiction in any way possible.
11.08.2008
You're Goddamn Right
There's not a whole lot going on in my life right now that is really worth mentioning. Aside from the occasional bouts of heavy drinking and the madness that goes along with that. That being said, I don't really remember Halloween this year. I remember parts, like the day, and part of the night. But there is a certain point when it all just fades away and I move on because if you don't remember something its probably not worth remembering. The next day I woke up in a strange house, gathered my things and politely let myself out. I ended up having to walk for what seemed like 2 hours but it might have been 15 minutes for all I know. It soon dawned on me as I was walking that I was, in fact, the thirstiest I have ever been in my whole life and I needed some kind of delicious refreshment in the next few minutes or I was going to die, right there on some backwards fucking ghetto street on the other side of St Francis, near the damn Owl Liquor store. I saw a Conoco and my life was saved by XXX vitamin water. There's no more to that story.I haven't really talked about the election much on here, I guess, because I don't want to jinx it. I'm not really sure why it would jinx it but I don't really want to take my chances. All I will say, however, is I'm glad Sarah Palin was not put in charge of anything. That woman scares me. The shittiest part is I'm sure we haven't seen the last of her. Like some crazed villain from Captain Planet, "You'll pay for this Captain Planet! You haven't seen the last of me, I swear it!" I mean she does hunt wolves from a helecopter. Maybe we need to get Captain Planet to take her out because even though she lost the race, I still have to hear about her in the news. I mean, could someone name me one instance where hearing about anything relating to Sarah Palin and those associated with her furthered our evolution at all? No. Listening to her speak makes me feel dumber by stupid-osmoses. There was one pretty recent American leader who made me feel the same way.
This man,
was elected, by us, to lead our country.
I just love America.
11.02.2008
We'll See
I decided yesterday that I am no longer going to post movie related stuff here on Vacancies instead I am going to try to organize this better by starting a new blog entirely devoted completely to the movie projects that my friends and I are starting to get together. It may seem like a weird thing to do but trust me, it will help me keep stuff organized in my head. My head needs it, bad.
Well here is the link to the new blog. I named it after a fake movie company that my friend Jordan made up a while back. I always really liked the name and maybe someday I'll be able to start up my own production company and call it that.
We'll see.
Well here is the link to the new blog. I named it after a fake movie company that my friend Jordan made up a while back. I always really liked the name and maybe someday I'll be able to start up my own production company and call it that.
We'll see.
10.29.2008
I Have the Gasmask You Were Looking For
If you haven't noticed yet, I like to change the layout of my blog. It has seen a lot of different looks. I think I'm going to stick with this one for a while. I like the black and orange. Maybe it has to do with Halloween...but I doubt it. I think it has to do with the fact that I cannot get away from needing to change. I can't stay with one thing for too long. It drives me crazy. In anything. I can't get away. Art, movie, music, food, TV shows, and relationships. For whatever reason, I need to get away from where I am currently and move on to something that meets whatever fucked up standards I have at the time. Whatever they may be.
But I think this time off is going to do me some good. I need to get outside of my own head. I need to move beyond what this world has to give me. I have to make my own way in the world. At this point I can't afford to let any one else tread the path in front of me. I need to do it. I need to make this world my own. And why the hell not? It should be mine. Why the hell can't I have every little thing that I want in the world? Why can't I be as happy as I want to be?
There is absolutely no reason why I should just let this wash over me and determine the person I am going to be in the end. I have to choose the tide that envelopes me. I have to choose the end that I deserve and make it happen to the fullest extent of what ever that means. It has to happen.
There is no reason why it shouldn't. No one else is going to do it for me. It has to be me.
Here is some more insperational shit, but this time from the glorious Connor Oberst.
But I think this time off is going to do me some good. I need to get outside of my own head. I need to move beyond what this world has to give me. I have to make my own way in the world. At this point I can't afford to let any one else tread the path in front of me. I need to do it. I need to make this world my own. And why the hell not? It should be mine. Why the hell can't I have every little thing that I want in the world? Why can't I be as happy as I want to be?
There is absolutely no reason why I should just let this wash over me and determine the person I am going to be in the end. I have to choose the tide that envelopes me. I have to choose the end that I deserve and make it happen to the fullest extent of what ever that means. It has to happen.
There is no reason why it shouldn't. No one else is going to do it for me. It has to be me.
Here is some more insperational shit, but this time from the glorious Connor Oberst.
There's a voice on the phone
telling what had happened,
some kind of confusion
more like a disaster.
And it wondered how you were left unaffected,
but you had no knowledge.
No, the chemicals covered you.
So a jury was formed
as more liquor was poured.
No need for conviction,
they're not thirsting for justice.
But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head.
I found out I was guilty.
I found out I was guilty.
But I won't be around for the sentencing,
cause I'm leaving
on the next airplane.
And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
they seem adequate to fill up my time.
But if I could talk to myself
like I was someone else,
well then maybe I could take your advice,
and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time.
There's a film on the wall,
makes the people look small
who are sitting beside it,
all consumed in the drama.
They must return to their lives once the hero has died.
They will drive to the office
stopping somewhere for coffee,
where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene,
dispensing their wisdom,
Oh dear amateur orators.
They will detail their pain
In some standard refrain.
They will recite their sadness
Like it's some kind of contest.
Well, if it is, I think I am winning it,
All beaming with confidence
as I make my final lap.
The gold medal gleams
so hang it around my neck
cause I am deserving it:
the champion of idiots.
But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha.
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin.
Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her,
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie
-"Going for the Gold" Bright Eyes
telling what had happened,
some kind of confusion
more like a disaster.
And it wondered how you were left unaffected,
but you had no knowledge.
No, the chemicals covered you.
So a jury was formed
as more liquor was poured.
No need for conviction,
they're not thirsting for justice.
But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head.
I found out I was guilty.
I found out I was guilty.
But I won't be around for the sentencing,
cause I'm leaving
on the next airplane.
And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
they seem adequate to fill up my time.
But if I could talk to myself
like I was someone else,
well then maybe I could take your advice,
and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time.
There's a film on the wall,
makes the people look small
who are sitting beside it,
all consumed in the drama.
They must return to their lives once the hero has died.
They will drive to the office
stopping somewhere for coffee,
where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene,
dispensing their wisdom,
Oh dear amateur orators.
They will detail their pain
In some standard refrain.
They will recite their sadness
Like it's some kind of contest.
Well, if it is, I think I am winning it,
All beaming with confidence
as I make my final lap.
The gold medal gleams
so hang it around my neck
cause I am deserving it:
the champion of idiots.
But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha.
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin.
Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her,
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie
-"Going for the Gold" Bright Eyes
10.28.2008
The Steaming Pile
I went in to the santa fe county clerk today and did a little bit of early voting. It was good. Now I don't have to worry about making it to where ever I was supposed to go to vote on November 4th. I'm glad I'm done with it. I just want all of this crap to be over and done with. It seems like this election has been going on forever and the sooner it's over the better.
Not a whole lot has changed with the movie since yesterday. Another day, a little more writing gets done. I like where this movie is going, I really like the story Jesus, Preston and I have created. It's pretty simple but it makes sense, like this could happen to someone chilling in the woods and that is what makes it so good.
Or it could be a steaming pile of crap. We won't know until we actually make it. It should be ok though, I mean I have been working on it pretty steadily since I moved back down here. The script is well on it's way to being done and we're starting to get the equipment we need together.
I have been thinking about what I might want to do after this is done. I know I should focus on this and wait to start thinking about the future until this project is done. But, for better or worse, that is not how I like to think about things. I am always thinking about future project. I don't know if I want to do another horror movie or something completely different. My friends and I came up with all kinds of crazy movie ideas while I lived up in Denver. There was a horror movie called A Creature from Dimension Fourty-48, a 70's B-Movie style film called Foolin' Around and a Slasher/Grindhouse movie called The Harvester. They'll happen, someday.
I was thinking about doing a episodic show on the internet after the gasmask movie. We'll see.
Not a whole lot has changed with the movie since yesterday. Another day, a little more writing gets done. I like where this movie is going, I really like the story Jesus, Preston and I have created. It's pretty simple but it makes sense, like this could happen to someone chilling in the woods and that is what makes it so good.
Or it could be a steaming pile of crap. We won't know until we actually make it. It should be ok though, I mean I have been working on it pretty steadily since I moved back down here. The script is well on it's way to being done and we're starting to get the equipment we need together.
I have been thinking about what I might want to do after this is done. I know I should focus on this and wait to start thinking about the future until this project is done. But, for better or worse, that is not how I like to think about things. I am always thinking about future project. I don't know if I want to do another horror movie or something completely different. My friends and I came up with all kinds of crazy movie ideas while I lived up in Denver. There was a horror movie called A Creature from Dimension Fourty-48, a 70's B-Movie style film called Foolin' Around and a Slasher/Grindhouse movie called The Harvester. They'll happen, someday.
I was thinking about doing a episodic show on the internet after the gasmask movie. We'll see.
10.27.2008
Lost In Translation
So the movie is coming along great. It's mostly written and we're starting to get the things together for making it work. Hardware things mostly, a few more trips to Home Depot ought to do it. A while back I did quite a bit of research about cheap, homemade, movie equipment. The kind of stuff that you can make with things around your house and that you can buy for very cheap. This $14 Steadicam is a good start. The guy's site has several videos displaying the capabilities of the Steadicam. They look pretty good, considering the fact that, you know, it costs $14.
I also found a pretty rough tutorial about making a dolly system using skateboard wheels and pvc. The whole system should cost someone about $48 in total. A little over $30 for the hardware supplies and about $18 or so for the wheels that the guy said he got from a set of child's rollerskates from walmart.
So that's not too bad right? A sweet horror movie about a guy killing people in the woods in all kinds of messed up and awesome ways for a little more than $62. Well that and any other expenses we might incur like food, transportation and beer. I also need to buy a boom mic, and that is something that I am going to need to get some good cash for.
But that's how it is, you have to invest something in what you love to make it work. The same can be said for all kinds of things. In the end, it's not worth doing anything if you take the easy way. You won't learn anything. I'm finally starting to learn that. It took me longer than it should have, but that's also how it is.
You learn something new every day.
Oh and on a side note, Lost... what the fuck? It is probably one of the most intense television shows I have ever seen, next to Planet Earth and Heroes. I think it is going to give me a heart attack in the end.
I also found a pretty rough tutorial about making a dolly system using skateboard wheels and pvc. The whole system should cost someone about $48 in total. A little over $30 for the hardware supplies and about $18 or so for the wheels that the guy said he got from a set of child's rollerskates from walmart.
So that's not too bad right? A sweet horror movie about a guy killing people in the woods in all kinds of messed up and awesome ways for a little more than $62. Well that and any other expenses we might incur like food, transportation and beer. I also need to buy a boom mic, and that is something that I am going to need to get some good cash for.
But that's how it is, you have to invest something in what you love to make it work. The same can be said for all kinds of things. In the end, it's not worth doing anything if you take the easy way. You won't learn anything. I'm finally starting to learn that. It took me longer than it should have, but that's also how it is.
You learn something new every day.
Oh and on a side note, Lost... what the fuck? It is probably one of the most intense television shows I have ever seen, next to Planet Earth and Heroes. I think it is going to give me a heart attack in the end.
10.18.2008
It's Mostly Ok
There is something to be said about writing a horror movie. You are in a completely different world. You are writing a completely different world. The rules are different and events don't happen in the same way they would in a comedy or a drama. So I guess the more and more I think about it, writing horror movie is a lot like writing porn. It's all about the money shot.
Like I said yesterday, I have been busting my ass over this new movie I am writing. We hope to shoot here pretty soon. By pretty soon I mean as soon as I suck it up and finish writing it. We need to get going here cause its going to start getting really cold. Considering the movie takes place in the woods, the warmer the better.
I don't want to say too much right now cause it's too early to tell if it's going to be actually good. But I like horror movies and I like to think that I like making horror movies so we'll see how this goes. As always, I will update when more comes along.
Like I said yesterday, I have been busting my ass over this new movie I am writing. We hope to shoot here pretty soon. By pretty soon I mean as soon as I suck it up and finish writing it. We need to get going here cause its going to start getting really cold. Considering the movie takes place in the woods, the warmer the better.
I don't want to say too much right now cause it's too early to tell if it's going to be actually good. But I like horror movies and I like to think that I like making horror movies so we'll see how this goes. As always, I will update when more comes along.
10.17.2008
Drinking XXX VitaminWater in Sam's Town
I've kind of fallen out of posting here, just like I said I would. But this time I actually have a few explanations or excuses depending on who you are and how much I like you.
First off, I have still been writing just in a different way. I have been busting my ass on a new movie that I hope to make pretty soon here. Just as soon as I can get some shit together to make some half-assed movie stuff like a dolly and a steadycam. Yes you can even make a dolly for close to nothing, the internet is a wonderful place full of those little nuggets of know-how that people like to spill out all over the place. All will feel the glory of my superior dolly building skills. I'll be sure to update as more comes along but I doubt it will be for a while cause its fucking cold outside. And the cold pisses me off.
Second, ITS FUCKING COLD!
Third, I like beer too much to be a regular updater of anything let alone a blog (I hate that word) on the internet. But I guess I don't really have any excuses because if I'm sitting here surfing the internet and writing on my desk I might as well right? Well maybe not. See what few people know about me is that, like everyone that lived in the New Mexico House up in Denver, my motivation comes from a very very far away place. It is there. But I don't have a chance to use it very often cause, I mean, why? Its just a blog.
But I like it anyway and I'm not going to stop posting just because I'm an asshole who doesn't like doing anything remotely close to productivity. So I am going to leave you now with some inspirational shit from The Killers.
First off, I have still been writing just in a different way. I have been busting my ass on a new movie that I hope to make pretty soon here. Just as soon as I can get some shit together to make some half-assed movie stuff like a dolly and a steadycam. Yes you can even make a dolly for close to nothing, the internet is a wonderful place full of those little nuggets of know-how that people like to spill out all over the place. All will feel the glory of my superior dolly building skills. I'll be sure to update as more comes along but I doubt it will be for a while cause its fucking cold outside. And the cold pisses me off.
Second, ITS FUCKING COLD!
Third, I like beer too much to be a regular updater of anything let alone a blog (I hate that word) on the internet. But I guess I don't really have any excuses because if I'm sitting here surfing the internet and writing on my desk I might as well right? Well maybe not. See what few people know about me is that, like everyone that lived in the New Mexico House up in Denver, my motivation comes from a very very far away place. It is there. But I don't have a chance to use it very often cause, I mean, why? Its just a blog.
But I like it anyway and I'm not going to stop posting just because I'm an asshole who doesn't like doing anything remotely close to productivity. So I am going to leave you now with some inspirational shit from The Killers.
Aggressively we all defend the role we play
Regrettably time’s come to send you on your way
We’ve seen it all bonfires of trust flash floods of pain
It doesn’t really matter don’t you worry it’ll all work out
No it doesn’t even matter don’t you worry what it’s all about
We hope you enjoyed your stay
It’s good to have you with us, even if it’s just for the day
We hope you enjoyed your stay
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
It’s good to have you with us
Even if it’s just for the day
It’s good to have you with us even if it’s just for the day
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
It’s good to have you with us
Even if it’s just for the day
It’s good to have you with us even if it’s just for the day
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
Regrettably time’s come to send you on your way
We’ve seen it all bonfires of trust flash floods of pain
It doesn’t really matter don’t you worry it’ll all work out
No it doesn’t even matter don’t you worry what it’s all about
We hope you enjoyed your stay
It’s good to have you with us, even if it’s just for the day
We hope you enjoyed your stay
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
It’s good to have you with us
Even if it’s just for the day
It’s good to have you with us even if it’s just for the day
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
It’s good to have you with us
Even if it’s just for the day
It’s good to have you with us even if it’s just for the day
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
"Exitlude" - The Killers
10.05.2008
10.01.2008
The Straight Sight
Here are some new photos that I took. A few are from today and a few are from a while ago. I don't really have much else to say. Click on them to make them bigger. Enjoy!
9.29.2008
The Crystal Situation
So I've been running into all kinds of people I haven't seen in years recently. I don't know how my dumb ass didn't see this coming moving back to New Mexico and all but it's been happening at an alarming rate.
My point is I ran into my ex girlfriend a few weeks ago at Zozobra. While this in itself would not be all that terrible, we left on somewhat good terms, I had failed to tell her I had moved back to New Mexico. The worst part is it's not even like I was too distracted and forgot, I didn't tell her on purpose because I thought it would fuck things up and I didn't really want to get back in that group of people again. However, all of that came crashing to the ground the moment I heard her call my name as I was standing in line for the Porto-Potty. Let me tell you that you've not truly lived until your stomach sinks to the depths of your being when you recognize the voice calling your name as the girl you ditched to move to another state with a group of high school buddies that want to try to make it in the music industry and you had no real reason to follow them other than the fact the you were bored out of your skull and wanted to leave so bad you could've killed someone.
And then the guy in front of me got out of the toilet.
I jumped in that Porto-Potty so fast I could have set the record for fastest escape from an akward situation at a major festival event ever recorded. Or at least of the week, in Santa Fe, for my males my age, under six feet and 150 lbs. I like to think that I could have set some kind of record. It's really the only way I can feel good about the whole situation.
The entire time I was in there pretending to piss, there was just no way I was going to be able to piss after that shock, I was praying to whatever god would let me pray to them that she would be gone when I got out. I guess my prayers fell of deaf god-ears cause there she was, all good looking and shit standing there doe-eyed and cute.
Let me just stray for a second to say something that needs to be said. I think, and I know that I'm not alone in this, that its is really fucked up that you chicks out there can get us to do pretty much whatever the hell you want just by giving us "The Look". Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean because it written on your faces every single damn time you do it. You also know that we have little to no power of resistance to it and that's why you do all the damn time. I mean fuck man it sucks.
So I get out of the toilet, if you could call it a toilet at this point, and she's just standing there looking at me and my heart sank as I realized just what this meant: I would have to fucking talk to her now. God fucking dammit. I hate these situations, when I'm in them. They're hilarious when I'm observing, I'm referring to the Meg incidents here, but when I have to deal with them I can't handle with the pressure.
After the most painfully akward five minutes of my entire life trying to explain myself, we made our way back to where I was standing for the show.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention one pretty important detail about this whole Crystal situation, I was tripping acid this whole fucking time! Points to Crystal for making the night just that much more exciting on top of the LSD and the Jack Daniel's.
After the show was over she told me she had to go and I believed her, I was pretty much believing anything at this point, so we parted ways and I told her I would call her. She made me swear under pain of death that I would call her that night so we could go somewhere and talk. I told her I would but I don't think she knew my current hallucinitory status so I put a reminder in my phone for later. That made for a wildly panic-inducing moment later that night.
I'm not going to go into what happened later for two reasons. One, I don't really remember. Two, out of respect for the people involved it would be better if I just kept my mouth shut. Just know that I did meet up with her that night and I ended up not going home.
One more thing, John McCain is a douchebag.
My point is I ran into my ex girlfriend a few weeks ago at Zozobra. While this in itself would not be all that terrible, we left on somewhat good terms, I had failed to tell her I had moved back to New Mexico. The worst part is it's not even like I was too distracted and forgot, I didn't tell her on purpose because I thought it would fuck things up and I didn't really want to get back in that group of people again. However, all of that came crashing to the ground the moment I heard her call my name as I was standing in line for the Porto-Potty. Let me tell you that you've not truly lived until your stomach sinks to the depths of your being when you recognize the voice calling your name as the girl you ditched to move to another state with a group of high school buddies that want to try to make it in the music industry and you had no real reason to follow them other than the fact the you were bored out of your skull and wanted to leave so bad you could've killed someone.
And then the guy in front of me got out of the toilet.
I jumped in that Porto-Potty so fast I could have set the record for fastest escape from an akward situation at a major festival event ever recorded. Or at least of the week, in Santa Fe, for my males my age, under six feet and 150 lbs. I like to think that I could have set some kind of record. It's really the only way I can feel good about the whole situation.
The entire time I was in there pretending to piss, there was just no way I was going to be able to piss after that shock, I was praying to whatever god would let me pray to them that she would be gone when I got out. I guess my prayers fell of deaf god-ears cause there she was, all good looking and shit standing there doe-eyed and cute.
Let me just stray for a second to say something that needs to be said. I think, and I know that I'm not alone in this, that its is really fucked up that you chicks out there can get us to do pretty much whatever the hell you want just by giving us "The Look". Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean because it written on your faces every single damn time you do it. You also know that we have little to no power of resistance to it and that's why you do all the damn time. I mean fuck man it sucks.
So I get out of the toilet, if you could call it a toilet at this point, and she's just standing there looking at me and my heart sank as I realized just what this meant: I would have to fucking talk to her now. God fucking dammit. I hate these situations, when I'm in them. They're hilarious when I'm observing, I'm referring to the Meg incidents here, but when I have to deal with them I can't handle with the pressure.
After the most painfully akward five minutes of my entire life trying to explain myself, we made our way back to where I was standing for the show.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention one pretty important detail about this whole Crystal situation, I was tripping acid this whole fucking time! Points to Crystal for making the night just that much more exciting on top of the LSD and the Jack Daniel's.
After the show was over she told me she had to go and I believed her, I was pretty much believing anything at this point, so we parted ways and I told her I would call her. She made me swear under pain of death that I would call her that night so we could go somewhere and talk. I told her I would but I don't think she knew my current hallucinitory status so I put a reminder in my phone for later. That made for a wildly panic-inducing moment later that night.
I'm not going to go into what happened later for two reasons. One, I don't really remember. Two, out of respect for the people involved it would be better if I just kept my mouth shut. Just know that I did meet up with her that night and I ended up not going home.
One more thing, John McCain is a douchebag.
9.27.2008
Why I <3 Benecio and California's Rx Policies
I guess today was a pretty weird day. Maybe not weird, that's too specific. I had to get up way too early in order to go to a job interview. I think it went pretty well. Now, I don't really want a job (zero responsibility is the shit) but I need one cause I need to get out of the damn house more.So there I was riding my bike down the bike path on my way to the interview at Borders, more specifically the Borders Cafe, and I was listening to this band I found the other night called Fingers-Cut, Megamachine! as I was trying not to completely die from all the pollen floating around down here. This band does not at all sound like you would think they would. They're one of those bands that has been cursed (or blessed) with a misleading name. I'm not going to spoil it for you but go check them out. I guarantee you won't be disappointed. Well, I can't really guarantee something like that. Everyone has their own musical tastes but chances are you'll like them cause I like them and I happen to have the world's second best taste in music next to this man:
After the potentially successful job interview I made my way home to take a nap. Which, as it turns out went extremely well. Chalk it up to good genes I guess but I am just too damn good a taking naps. I don't nap that often but when I do, watch the hell out. I will nap circles around any mother fucker trying to step up in my game. Sorry I guess I've been watching way too much of The Wire.
Anyway I'm going to skip all the boring parts next and focus on the discovery I made of the latest addition to the exciting new enterprises that are the interwebs. I am of coarse talking about THE MOST EXCELLENT PODCAST OF DEATH, DOOM, AND DESTRUCTION. They've only done one episode so far but I have to say I enjoyed the hell out of it. It was about half-way through that I realized what I was getting myself into by signing up for the subscription on iTunes, I am going to be getting one of these once a week, for as long as Benecio has a computer I figure. They covered every subject I thought appropriate and even managed to surprise me with the announcement of Walker and The Lee's candidacy for president in 2024. This is a better idea even than Stephen Colbert running for president and they've got some great ideas for making the country feel more comfortable with Walker as president. But don't take my word for it (wink wink) check out their podcast and know for sure.
Oh and on a side note, if you live in California, please for the love of god don't flush your pharmaceuticals down the toilet. I live on this planet too and happen to enjoy a nice, refreshing glass of ice water sans your fucking Los Angeles-induced psyche meds. Thanks in advance.
9.26.2008
I'll Catch You Down the Road
I just had to write an extremely hard letter to a very good friend of mine. The day can only get better from here.
9.24.2008
Makin' Bacon
Zach and I went on a massive journey today. We rode our bikes all over town finding things to take pictures of. So with that being said here are the latest batch of pictures from my journeys in Santa Fe.
I actually took a ton of pictures I just like these better than the other ones. Maybe I'll put the other ones on facebook or something.
I actually took a ton of pictures I just like these better than the other ones. Maybe I'll put the other ones on facebook or something.
9.21.2008
The Holy Police Club in Tokyo
It's the holy day! Go out and do nothing, the day calls for it. I think I will do the same.
Oh and Tokyo Police Club is perfect.
Oh and Tokyo Police Club is perfect.
Right Away, Great Captain
People that know me will know that I am big into finding new music. I love finding that band that is so amazing that it just blows away everything else I've been listening to at the time. Point-in-case, Wax On Radio. I found these guys a while back and have been listening to them ever since. They only have the one album out right now but I hope they are planning on more. I've also gotten into a band called Manchester Orchestra. Manchester Orchestra was one of those sleeper bands that took me off guard the first time I heard them. At the time I had only heard their song "Alice and Interiors" and I thought it was good but I just moved on. About three months later I got a hold of their full album "I'm Like a Virgin Losing a Child" and never looked back.
Ok the whole point of me writing this was so I could talk about the lead singer for Manchester Orchestra Andy Hull and his perfectly amazing solo side project Right Away, Great Captain. The debut album "The Bitter End" was written from the perspective of a 1600's sailor at sea for 3 years. Each song on the concept album is a journal entry written either to his family back home or his captain. The entire album was written over the course of three days in a cabin near Bastian, VA. You can really tell Andy's focus listening to this. While Manchester has a more broad feel to it, Right Away, Great Captain has a smaller feel without losing any of it's likability and epicness. I mean you can't write about a 1600's sailor and not be epic. Its like an unwritten rule or something.
Everyone should go out and find a way to listen to this. You won't regret it.
Ok the whole point of me writing this was so I could talk about the lead singer for Manchester Orchestra Andy Hull and his perfectly amazing solo side project Right Away, Great Captain. The debut album "The Bitter End" was written from the perspective of a 1600's sailor at sea for 3 years. Each song on the concept album is a journal entry written either to his family back home or his captain. The entire album was written over the course of three days in a cabin near Bastian, VA. You can really tell Andy's focus listening to this. While Manchester has a more broad feel to it, Right Away, Great Captain has a smaller feel without losing any of it's likability and epicness. I mean you can't write about a 1600's sailor and not be epic. Its like an unwritten rule or something.
Everyone should go out and find a way to listen to this. You won't regret it.
9.20.2008
You Haven't Seen The Devil Until You've Seen Them All
So I've been keeping up and keeping busy with all kinds of things lately. Mostly writing. I've been writing a new movie and I've actually got a huge number of people behind it. I've met a lot of amazing people who share the same level of passion for movies as I do and a lot of them are excited about getting this project off the ground. I'm writing it right now so there's no real progress other than that. I was thinking about bringing a few people in on the writing process so we'll see how that goes. I'll update everyone on the progress of the project here as more information becomes available.
Anyway, Zach and I went out walking earlier and I took a few photos with Zach's camera. A few of them turned out to be pretty good actually so I thought I'd share them with everyone.
I think this whole photography thing is something I can get behind so expect more as time goes on.
Anyway, Zach and I went out walking earlier and I took a few photos with Zach's camera. A few of them turned out to be pretty good actually so I thought I'd share them with everyone.
I think this whole photography thing is something I can get behind so expect more as time goes on.
9.17.2008
The Days That Fly
Another day, a few more wasted minutes. These days are flying by me at an unusual pace. They stop just long enough for me to hop on and try to hold on for dear life as more and more of them fall off the calender. I mean, Jesus Christ it's almost October. Then it will be November 4th. I'm not going to go into who I'm voting for in November because I could go on and on about it for hours, but just know that I'm not voting for McCain.
I've been thinking about writing some new movie stuff. I guess I could write something completely different what with the new location and all. We'll see.
I've been thinking about writing some new movie stuff. I guess I could write something completely different what with the new location and all. We'll see.
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- The Duke of Ogden
- Santa Fe, New Mexico, United States
- "So I've made peace with the fallen leaves, I see their same fate in my own body. I won't be frightened when I'm awoken from this dream and return to that which gave birth to me"