Monday, November 10, 2008

Bit of Introspection.

I'm wondering if I should be trying to make a new movie or go back to reshooting A Visit With Theodore so that I have a good version of that to show people. I'm also wondering if Antibaby is film festival quality. I'm guessing it is, but I'm not totally sure. I have a real fear of having people hate my work. However, judging from the response it's gotten over the internet, I've got a lot of work to do. I'm also doubting that that might have been the best place to try and find an audience.

The fact remains that I've only been doing this since June and every short has been better than the last one. That has to be a good thing. I'm still feeling a little intimidated from showing my work to other people who've had more experience than me. That solves nothing.

It's also been far too long since I've unpacked the art supplies. Used to be my sketchpad kept me sane, now it's been literally years since I've even opened it up. It's probably no coincidence that I haven't really been happy for those years, either.

I'm at least ten years behind everyone else. I can't believe I'm thirty one years old and still just starting out, really. I'm also bothered that I forgot the shadow from the cheese tray on the painting I've posted here.

One day, when I look back on this, it will all make sense. Hopefully that day is closer than it is farther.

I apologize to all three of my readers for this bit of introspection. I shall be back to crass blathering fortwith.

Be excellent.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Faith Hill Has Cold Dead Eyes.

So what I noticed is during the opening to Sunday Night Football, Faith Hill sings the theme song with cold dead eyes. I don't think she even likes football. I think she's just there for a paycheck. Surely this is prerecorded and they use the same clip for every show. She could have at least put some effort into it. I'm just saying, I don't think I've ever seen a more joyless performance. Hell I think the people that make elevator music have more passion for their work.

It's possible that she always has cold dead eyes. Lord knows I don't pay any attention to country music.

Anyhow I missed the Sooners yesterday and the Steelers lost today, so football for me lately has been unjazzing. Perhaps I'm just projecting my frustrations.

We should all watch a clip from Flesh Eating Ghouls From Outer Space to make us all feel better. See, what was nice, wasn't it?

Tonight I'm going to watch Ichi the Killer and forget my troubles.

I have impure thoughts about the checkout girl from Homeland. I just thought I'd share.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Rice Pilaf

I woke up this morning absolutely sure that I've been going about the whole thing all wrong. What I'm going about I'm not sure, but I do know that I'm doing it wrong. Whatever it is. Which helps. It honestly does.

I gashed my leg pretty good banging up against the silverware drawer last night. It looked like bloody hamburger for a bit before I got it cleaned up and bandaged. It looked a lot worse than it was. Now I get to look forward to ripping a bandage off of leg hair. Oh joy!

I'd like some rice pilaf right now.

Friday, November 7, 2008

One Little Single Hair.

So I've got one little single hair right in the middle of my forehead. There is no purpose in it. All the rest of my hair lies further back. If anything the fucker's just there messing with me. I mean, if it really wanted to help it could bring some more of it's buddies on forward. There's plenty of hair on my back we could pull to the front. Perhaps back hair and head hair don't associate with each other. I have some kind of hair social combat going on with my body. It ain't fair. I just want to be able to grow my hair like Keanu Reeves in Point Break

I don't know how I can have hair everywhere but on my head. I own my baldness, though. I'm not ashamed of it.

I don't know, maybe shaving my back would be a good idea, though.

I just felt like passing the time. Be excellent.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Personal Lubricant.


So I fixed the blog so that anyone can comment. You don't have to sign in or join or anything. You can even be anonymous if you want. 

It's so cute that I think people read this. 

Anyhow so yesterday I went and did a little bit of Christmas shopping. Not a lot, but this year I'm actually going to be able to get all my people at least a couple things so that makes me feel good. You never know, maybe at least one of those things could actually be practical. 

Then I got home, signed on to Chubby Girlfriends, and burned through a bottle of KY warming personal lubricant. 

I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have shared that. What, would you rather I used a can of WD-40? Look, I might be a little bent but I'm not that bent.

It's personal lubricant! What the hell else is it for? I know, I need to go outside more.

Okay, so I guess that'll do it for today. Be excellent.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I Love Poop Jokes.

So yesterday after voting I went and saw Zack and Miri Make a Porno. Dug it. I thought Kevin Smith did one of his better jobs this time around. Thought he could have done more with the character development, but considering the subject matter, that would have been a tightrope walk for sure. You also have to realize I love poop jokes, and this movie has one of the best ever. 

I feel good today. I'm proud to be an American today. We're gonna make it.

Okay so enough with the politics. Be excellent.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Happy Trails.

Na na na na
Na na na na
Hey Hey Hey
Good bye!

Sorry, couldn't help myself.

Go out and vote!

Sexy Clowns

I likes me some sexy clowns. They make me happy in my happy place.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Billy Mays and Cancer Have Something in Common.

So Billy Mays is hawking health insurance now. Observe.


He might have been doing that for a while and I haven't noticed until now. I'm kind of unobservant like that. Anyhow I'm sure this is a sign of the Apocalypse.

Be excellent.

Used Panties.

So I'm really ready for this election mess to be over with. These campaigns have been going on since Reconstruction and I've actually started yelling at the television screen whenever they cut to a shot of Sarah Palin. That ain't healthy. 

Enough of that, though, 'less we all get sick of it together.

My weekend was almost grand. I went to Norman with my dad and saw the Sooners play Nebraska. It wasn't the most memorable game, they built a big lead in the first five minutes and just coasted the rest of the way. I was jazzed, he was jazzed, we were all jazzed. 

I read that Stacy Kiebler sells her used panties on Ebay or whatever. She said people kept asking her to do it so eventually she just went for it and I guess all the proceeds go to charity. Which is nice but still, this brings up some interesting questions. First, what kind of person buys used panties? Well, that's kind of a stupid question, but still, I mean, why? If Stacy Kiebler comes with the panties and she signs some sort of waiver I guess that's cool. I'd bid fifteen bucks for that. 

Really though, don't you get a little freaked out by that? Just a little? You know some dude's somewhere's got a collection of used panties he's bought off the internet stashed away in a drawer somewhere. Every third Wednesday or whatever he has himself a pile-o-panties sniff and whack off party. What else do you do with used panties? Do you get them autographed and put them in a frame? You have to think on some level Ms. Kiebler knows that some dude is just ripping open the box of panties, putting them on his head, and cranking away like a concussed bonobo after an all night meth bender. I don't know, I'd be a little weirded out by that.

Maybe I'd be the guy cranking away like a concussed bonobo. I don't know, I've never bought a pair of used panties over the internet. It would depend on whether or not they bag them up right after use or if they wash them first. Are they special occasion panties or do they sell panties that they wore after eating at Denny's at 3am and getting a bad case of diarrhea? Is there a guide to used panty prices? Like, the 3am Denny's panties are in the bargain bin and the panties Stacy Kiebler wore when she wrestled Trish Stratus for the Women's Title the ones that are priced beyond the means of most mortals. 

There's probably a whole market for 3am Denny's panties. Because people are pretty fucked up.

You can only sell your panties if you're a hot chick. Well, it helps if you're hot, you don't have to be. You probably don't even have to be famous. You can just be a chick and it's a good bet that some dude somewhere wants to sniff your panties. You can't do that if you're a guy. Brad Pitt probably couldn't even get away with selling his old BVDs with the skid marks. Probably not even if the profits were going to build an orphanage in Sri Lanka. Joe the Plumber definately can't sell his boxers. There would be a firestorm of controversy over that one. I don't know, though. After I post this I'll probably hear that Brad Pitt built an orphanage in Sri Lanka off the proceeds from his old sock drawer and I'll have to admit I'm wrong.

Or course it's more likely that that orphanage got built from Angelina Jolie's 3am Denny's panties fetching 22 million at Sotheby's.

So I started off with a bit of what I did over the weekend and ended on a used panties rant. It happens. Be excellent.