Not Much To Talk About

Sorry about like posting in bursts and not having a new post everyday.

Skip finally left after we kick him out. He gave me $80 bucks and told me he'd get the rest to me by the end of the month. Meaning he's disappeared--however some mail came for him today so I'll be calling him tomorrow about the money and hopefully I have enough incentive for him to return. We're using craigslist to find a new roomie--mind you that's where we got skip from. Thus far a mature South Korean girl straight off the boat, a Portuguese girl who most likely is a scam, an out doorsy guy named Paul and a dude named mike have expressed interested. The only legit roomie would have been mike but I called him and he said he already found housing. So if anyone you know is looking for a place in Philly contact me.

Anywho, today's lighting class was good--my lighting stuff I felt was probably the best done in my class--that I saw. The one thing about this kind of major is that you're constantly comparing yourself to your peers. I feel like if I'm not the best then I'm wasting my time and my parents money. Today I started talking to this kid Chris who I had actually been roommates with during orientation. He's a good kid and definitely belongs here. He told me that people actually know me (!!!) in the sense that people actually toss my name around for sound. But the thing about me and sound is that, while I do love doing it--and I'm pretty darn good at it:
1. My passion is lies more in the visual realm of filmmaking.
2. There's no future in it for me, I feel.

See, I figure all the sound guys went to school for audio engineering and would know that stuff inside and out (meanwhile I've taken 1 sound for film and video course). We got to talking about the big Sophomore movie being made, "Pompeii" that I was interested in working o but was pretty much passed over. I was telling him how I wanted to make my own independent project and he did too. Hopefully we'll come up with something grand and shoot it this summer. I have a million and a half ideas its just about narrowing it down to the producible ones (my period piece about Roanoke Island is going to have to wait). I'm thinking of creating a whole different crew of kids who weren't involved with Pompeii and are (in my opinion) very good at what we do.

I don't know I feel like I don't do enough.

On a totally different tangent I was, um, "pondering" a few weeks ago and after watching the entirety of the show "Freaks and Geeks," in a matter of days and thought:

What if there was a product out there that would allow you to enter an alternative universe or reality wher eyou could be something or someone you are not. I've been pretty strident and go-getting for my future, working hard for a chance to realize my dreams down the line--but what if I could open a door and be a stoner in a simpler time. Live a life where I make enough money to be comfortable and just hang out all the time with my friends. Use my leisure money on movies and stuff. I know some might wonder why not make some sort of Universe where you're the Brad Pitt of the world or you're a superhero, I don't really have an answer for that. But now what if you had to choose? I even thought about what the device would be, I thought that it would be triggered by thought, that you could walk up to a solid door and if you thought what the reality would be on the other side the device would create or bring you there as you walked through the doorway.

I can't think of a good way to end this, so, I guess I'll just say: Good bye.

Wacky Weekend, Comics, Gunshots

Well this weekend was insane because it began with Chris' friends coming down to hang with us. one of those freinds being a full on fox. I had been joking with Chris about hitting on his freind, but then she turned out to be a straight betty. DELISH

The next day we were burnt and bored so I said we should go to whitecastle seeing as how I've never been there. They were all like 1.5 hours away and everyone felt that was excessive. However 15 minutes later everyone was saying how cr00sh of an idea it would be to go to go to Maryland and hang with Paul's bros.

About 45 minutes later we were on the road down to Maryland.

The 24 hours we spent there included:

Shooting Paul's guns into his backyard.

Getting beaten up by a girl.

Not getting any sleep because one dude was acting like a fuckin 8th grade girl.

Being scared to death by the back-ass woods.

Being scared to death of the kids' house.

eating Chinee buffet.


AND MORE!!!!

5 really don't feel like typing anymore, I was gonna talk about comic books but now I grow weery. And a dude was shot like a block away the other day, or mor eit was pretty hectic.


Getting beaten up by a g

Super Fudgin' College Post

So it seems the motif for my sophomore year at Drexel is Superfluous.

So many of my Professor feel that they need to put their own unique spin on their classes by adding something unnecessary and nonsequitor. It seems to always be teachers that teach a shitty required class too. This term I've got an Art History teacher that wants us to read a portion of the Canterbury Tales and write a paper on it. Why? We're studying proto-Renaissance to about the 19th century. His idea is that we'll get to learn what the mindset was of a person in the 14th century. Who the fuck cares? Do you want to know what a person from the 14th Century is thinking:
"Gee, I hope I don't get the Black Plague. It doesn't really matter because my life expectancy is 32, thus rendering me middle aged at 16. You know what would be great? Literacy."
This isn't old English class this is Art History.

Fuck them I have important shit to do like the thing that is costing $40,000 a year.

I also have this Drawing teacher who had me go out and get sumi ink and brush. I looked down at the list when she gave me it, looked back up at her, squinted at her, and exclaimed, "Hey, you're not Japanese! You're jsut some dirtie Anarcho-Hippie-Punk that went to a school in Washington state that had no grades." I really don't want to draw, let alone spend $108 on shit I'll use only for this class, and during a time that will possibly make me miss the beginning to Heroes and Lost.

This is Introduction to Drawing not WASPy girl claws for culture due to her shame of her own milquetoast Heritage.

This of course builds upon the History Teacher who thought that 20th Century History meant, 20th Century British Women's Rights.

Thank god I'm not in the Department that Graphic Design and the more "fine arts" are in, having to drop absurd amounts of dough on classes taught by fucking Peckerwoods--in the truest sense.

I had Lighting today and it ruled because unlike those other teachers every single thing my teacher told me in the class had a story from him on a job using or bewaring something he was describing. That and film is like a trillion times cooler than Art History and Drawing--it always will because in a sense it's such a blue collar sorta inclusive laborious medium--and everyone gets hard over working class ideas.

Fuck this I'm jsut going to learn how to draw Marvel characters from my new Teacher Professor Stan Lee, he rules he always starts a lesson with "Greetings Heroes," or "Excelsior!" Then I get to leanr how to draw Mr. Fantastic paying his taxes or some shit.

It's 2007

So this post will be divided into my Personal/Love life and Movies/Comic Books--for once in the history of dudedom one doesn't effect the other.

Personal/Love Life:
So I guess one of my New Year's Resolutions was going to be: "Get More Trim," however before I could even think about New year's my resolution came true. I was with my best Buddy--hopefully he'll get his stuff up on a site and I can put brand spankin' new link right over here------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------>
and his sister. Now, I've known both of these kids a majority of my life at this point. We were hangin' out in Downtown Boston drinkin' some Captain and cokes (I went buckwild with a half a fifth in a double gulp gauntlet)and we set off.

Fast Forward a few hours and we're walking back to my car. My friend finds a bike unchained on the street and wants to take it home, he rides up the street when his siter turns to me and gives me "the eyes."

For those of you who've, sadly, never seen "the eyes," they are the dead give away that a biddy wants to get down with you. It's kind of like a smoldering stare that goes right through you. It's filled with lust, and I'm pretty sure that if you stared long enough into them, I'm sure that you can almost see what they want to do to/with you.

We make out a bit but I see my friend coming back to break it off.

Fast Forward to my car. My friend is in the back with my bike and his sister and I are in the front--now mind you his sister is about 3 years older than me (officially today). She starts rummaging around my groinal region and I decide to reciprocate.

So here I am driving with my best friend in the back seat with a random bike he's found on the side of the road--and I'm elbow-deep into his sister in the front.

The funniest part is that I thought he'd catch on if I stopped talking, so we carry on an entire conversation while im didling her. Every now and then, she would stop to moan or groan or lean over to bite my shoulder (which hurt and didn't in anyway turn me on). Finally we get back to their parent's house and while my buddy puts his new bike away she grabs me for a few smooches which he then sorta catches us doing.

This leads to the next day my bro Sparks (who lives at my parent's house and has known, my bud, his sis and myself for msot of his life too) where I'm telling him the story and which he sort of says "Dude...it's (sister's name)." Which I replied "It's not my fault--she gave me the option."

Fast Forward to a new years party I'm at with them and my friends says, "Hey (sister's name) is your new year's resolution to not be sluty when you drink anymore."

and she turned and looked him straight in the eye and said, "no."


I WIN FOREVER.

Comic Books and Movies.

Saw Night at the Musuem it was a lot funnier than I thought it would be--but I went mostly because Carla Gugino is sofa king hot (I apologize readers, if I was on my computer I would post screen captures of her scene in Sin City).

However the Big Gun flick I saw was Children of Men, the movie is entirely shot with handhelds and steadicams in a documentary style. The future they create is forbodng and utterly despairing but it is a world that was really thought out. Little things in the film like the smog created by the huge amount of industrial centers sprung up due to the closing of britain's borders, got the shit out of me. The action sequences are mesmerizing and harrowing due to the style. It makes you feel like you're there with them and every bullet or explosion makes you want to duck for cover. In a sense it's the Other Nativity Story. This is definitely one of the best movies of the year.

I read the rest of Batman: Year One and The Dark Knight Returns today. While BY1 is a superior story to Batman Begins (its film adaptation and probably the best super hero movie made), the epic DKR was the one that grabbed me by the throat and wouldn't let go all day. This novel is on par with the masterpieces of the genre such as V for Vendetta or The Watchmen. It essentially takes place in the eighties but Batman/Bruce Wayne is much, much older (in his 50s-60s) and Commissioner Gordan is about to retire. The Acerbic Tongue of the satire tears Society, Pop Culture, Government (specifically Ronald Reagan who is depicted in American Flag Suits and some sort of American Flag Scooter), the Cold War, the Media and anything else in it's way a part. The Right, the Left, the Center and Superman are openly mocked throughout the novel. I concider this piece literature, and hopefully one day someone will recognize Frank Miller and Allen Moore (writer of V for Vendetta, the Watchmen, From Hell, the League of Extroardinary Gentleman--the list goes on)as such. This is Batman at his best--rush out now and purchase this one.

The one problem about taking a break from the Age of Apocalypse series(X-Men) for my Batman sjourn is that when you comeback you see the difference between a true writer like Frank Miller (or Allen Moore, or Neil Gaimen for that matter) and the rest of the comic world. Miller's style is reminiscent of the great contemporary writer's that get their names kicked around these blogs--while the guys doing X-Men (though X-Men is by far some of the best writing in comics) is still-comicy--but im still enthralled by the Age of Apocalypse and want to see what happens after the X-Men Alpha im currently reading.

Oh and I hit on my cousin's 16 year old friend--I'm going to hell.