Thursday, February 24, 2005


I have news. Well, this isn't news to all of you, some of you already know. Actually, a lot of you probably know. In any event, I just thought it was high time to let the whole world know of my change in lifestyle...

I got a job. I know, I know. I'm a film major, and film majors aren't supposed to work (at least not according to my roomate's girlfriend, who apparently should know, she lives with 3 of them). But I did. I sucked it up, and decided that I couldn't be an individual any longer. It had come time for me to conform to what my society told me to be like. Particularly in the area of needing so-called "money" to exchange for so-called "goods" and "services". And apparently, in order to come into the possession of this "money", one needs to "work" and get a "job" as they call it(that is, a position in which an indidual does said "work")

Oh, well. I guess I could only have been a slacker for so long. They scheduled me on my most sparse days, those being Tuesday and Thursday (one class plus chapel), and Friday (only 2 classes, and not until 12). The best part is, I'm being scheduled to work at 9 or 10 on tuesdays/thursdays, meaning that not only do I not have to ATTEND chapel, I'll be PAID to not attend chapel.

But of course, every silver lining has a cloud. Also, every little puppy has a big dump in the backyard. My own proverbial big dump will be coming tomorrow at 6:30.

In the morning.


Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Film Major Level

So yeah, my observation film turned out kinda...mediocre. I know I can do better.

Oh, well. I'll live (and do better next time)

Anyway, I just saw Constantine. All I have to say is: "Woah". Seriously, it wasn't what I was expecting--either from a comic book movie or a first-time director, or heck, even an action film. It's good on a lot of levels: the editing is tight, the mise-en-scene and art direction are superb, the cinematography is spectacular, and the acting is surprisingly passable. But, I probably shouldn't say any of that. I'll just go with what my roomate told me to say.

Ahem. The fight scenes were cool. The Special effects looked sweet. Oh, and I liked it on a "Film Major Level", too.

Heh, Film Major Level... It sounds like a stage in an old school 8-bit side-scrolling Nintendo game. I can see it now: You fight your way through all the minions (who, of course have camcorders in their hands, trying to convince you to be in their films "You'll be a star!" they say right before you slash at them and they explode in a huge fireball) you try your best not to get in any of their shots. Eventually you move up to 16mm students, and the ones getting all pissed at the Editing stations ("Don't wanna recognise my hard drive? Recognize this, bitch!"). Finally, you come to the boss, Professor Simmons. He suddenly transmutates into Boss mode. He gets like 20 times bigger, starts breathing fire, and wails on you with his deadly rambling attack and confusing metaphors strike.

Dang. That sounds like a pretty sweet game. Somebody make that.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Objerbation Fiurm

So I've been working on my project for digital production. It's an Objerbation Fiurm (which, for the uninitiated, is Park-speak for "Observation Film"), and I'm ObJerBing a Piano. Well, someone playing a piano, to be exact. Someone, I may add, who is not me.

Oh, and by "working" I don't actually mean going out and actually DOING stuff. To the untrained eye, It just looks like I've been drawing pictures and writing a jumble of random, unrelated words onto a sheet of paper. But no! In reality, I've been drawing pictures and writing a jumble of random, unrelated words onto a sheet of paper. Hard work, but someone's got to do it.

But seriously, if you think about it, pray for this production. Especially on saturday at around 7 or so. This is my first real film project. There's some stuff I want to be able to do, that I'm not sure if I'll be able to. Like for that last sentence to make sense, for example.

Oh and perchance does anyone know a feasible way to get an overhead shot without putting myself in mortal danger? Cause, I mean, I'm all for the mortal danger part...Just so long as there's no possiblity of me dying.

Monday, February 14, 2005

The Greatest Adventure.....

My Travelling companions

Our faithful steed

Our fearless navigator

Our destination: The Wells' house in Hollidaysburg, PA

I've got some more on Flickr. Click on one to look at them all.

Friday, February 11, 2005


Hey. I'm off to Hollidaysburg with my boys Matt Wells and Brian Duffield. We'll be staying at Wellseys house, and it shall be the sweet. I'll be back on Sunday, and I'll try to take some pictures and photoblog when I get back. And hey, if a picture's worth a thousand words, and if i post just 4 pictures from the trip, that's one wordy photoblog!

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

I Gotta have more cowbell!

We got a break from good weather today. It was quite a relief, I must say. I was getting terribly bored with being in such a good mood all the time. Now, at long last, I can return to my misery that is school life.


It's weird how much the weather can change one's mood, isn't it? Or is it weird how much my mood can change the weather... hmm.

Anyway. I saw The Stepford Wives the other night. No, not that one, the OTHER one. And after viewing that injustice apon the cinema I must say: It was quite the train wreck. Well, perhaps not. Because usually train wrecks are fun to watch. This was not. Make no mistake, it was terrible. Pick one aspect of the movie, and I'll tell you what was wrong with it. Dialogue, acting, pacing, editing, lighting, "special effects"... hell, even sexual innuendo. Oyg. Any movie that has a noticeable problem with innuendo (and calling it that is giving it waaaay too much credit) is just....bad.

Now, I haven't seen the new version, but I think it has to be 10 times better than this one. Even if only by virtue of the fact that Christopher Walken is in it.

Sigh. Now only if every movie did...what a world this would be...

(P.S. Yes, I stole the line about the new stepford wives from my good friend matthew wells. So sue me (I know you will))

Monday, February 07, 2005

the obligatory superbowl post

I seem to be gifted with the ability to slack off, and not get supremely punished about it. Like last night, when it was 12:05 and I had to read philosophy. I had slacked off all weekend, even going to a superbowl party with my roomate rather than being responsible and doing my homework. But, I guess God realized that I'm a film major, and I haven't had my share of getting out of work this semester. I finished it like a half-hour later.

Oh, and yeah. I watched the super bowl. And yeah, I don't care in the slightest about football. When someone asked me who I thought would win, I replied "Batman Begins, hands down." Although I have to admit, Constantine and War of the Worlds seemed mighty impressive.

Also, Paul McCartney was his usual pompous self in the halftime show. I mean, having no tit flash was a relief (although that may have made him seem much less pointless). I mean, I wonder how the guitar player felt having been given a famous dead guy's solos? He's lucky John Lennon's ghost didn't come up and tear his fingers off.

But I digress. I just hope that the campus becomes much more interesting because of the Patriots win. I'm predicting a high of 50 with a chance of riots.

Heh. That'd be sweet.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

I think therefore i suck

I've concluded that philosophy is nothing more than obvious ideas put into long convoluted sentences, meant for the express purpose of destroying all lucidity that there may have been in the first place and leaving the reader pulling at his (or her, to be gender-inclusive) hair furiously, while the philosopher goes home with money in his pocket because he sold a textbook or two.

I mean, maybe that's going a little too far, but did Aristotle really think he was making the concept easier to understand when he said "To say of what is that it is not, or of what is not that it is, is false, while to say of what is that it is, or of what is not that it is not, is true."?? Seriously, I'm positive there has to be an easier way to express that...

But ehh, who cares? We get to watch the Matrix in class. Why am I complaining?

Oh yes, that's right. becuase it's 12:05 at night, i have to read the before tomorrow, and I have no clue what Bertrand Russell is talking about. Heh, forgot about that one...

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Sorry guys, I saw my shadow

Well, after a strenuous J-term, i can finally take a breath and post.

And by strenuous, i of course mean the easiest class I will ever take. For you unenlightened ones, J-term is a special term Messiah does in the month of January where everyone takes a really intense class for 3 hours long every day. Most people have more homework than they'd ever had, or are likely to ever have again. I however, in my infinite film-majorosity had digital editing, which was split into two groups (16 people + 8 computers= class only twice a week). In addition it was so mind numbingly easy (no homework+class twice a week=dead brain) You may wonder what I did with all this free time. Well, I'll tell you one thing I DIDN'T do, and that's blog. And I have no real logical explanation why, it's just that I'm a lazy ass (used in the biblical sense, there).

but ANYWAY... today (february 2nd) is my birthday. 19 years ago, I came into this world naked, crying, not knowing a thing about life, and today I stand, clothed.

so leave me birthday comments in the....umm..well, comments.