I had a huge headache thanks to a couple things: one being 'snakes on a plane'. Just the way it was filmed alone gave me motion sickness. Snakes on a plane. HUH. But I feel all right today. I hope I can handle the...THUNDERBOLT!

Another thing that made me sick was highschool. Speaking of which:

Fredericks, you're a turd, a stinky f-fat turd. Go sniff a jock strap, you poop-head. You love patting boy's butts, you love patting boy's butts...you butt-patter. You're a turd and a loser and a stinky...turd.

Highschool is great, maybe we should call her. You, are a sex-crazed drug addict.

Who knows what I'm watching right now? Get over it.

So if this happens I will puke. Highschool. Great. Smooth move Alexander Graham Bell.

Just don't do it, ok? That's all I got to say. Stop ruining things. Please. Don't.

It feels as though summer is over now: The premiere has happened, school is starting, fall is on my heels. I don't mind actually. Everyone knows that I love fall. Mr Summer knows it and he's jealous.

In turn:

The Premiere.

There was about 60 people there! It was better than I had imagined. The upstairs room was a much better venue than the sanctuary. The sanctuary. That name is so serious. I guess to Christians the "Upper Room" is pretty important. Those tongues and all. Interesting fact, the Rolling Stones were there in the upper room at the Pentecost, which is Latin for Five Red Tongues. Getting back to the Premiere. People laughed at the right places and my Family seemed to genuinely like it. That was very important to me. Now I just want to do another.

School Starting.

Em starts classes tomorrow, Beth is in school, Mike will be at some point, Little Kim, Mr James, but not this Jason. He's just working. I think about school and buying a new notebook. Breaking out the backpack. The neatness and attentiveness of that first day of notes. The slow penman (or woman) ship of the date. Going over it twice, staring into it as if your motivation lies within. What am I saying? But I really don't mind that I'm not in school. What I want is another project, another movie. I hope this isn't just another phase.

Fall

My love of fall is no phase. Fall is perfect. Fall is blue hoodies, sidewalk leaves, night drives, secret crushes and hot chocolate. Thank you for your imminence Ms Fall.

My Lady

The premiere is tonight! I am excited. The weather isn't so nice.

I have a plan. Joel is going to pirate me some editing technology and I am going to borrow my family's video camera. This way I can get some practice in. See what I can do. Make some shorts.

Did you know the premiere was tonight? It is.

aw shit.

O is the only one that is real

Just to blog.

woop...

I've been at work too much recently. much too much. mush mush mush. My back is killing me. We ate out with my family last night at Bravo. It was my Mom's 50th birthday. For some reason most people my age have Mom's who are older than that, but my Mom was 26 when she had me, which is not young at all. When you think about it. I mean girl's lose their ovaries at age 30. It's part of their ovarie cycle period. Then they lose their breasts at 31.

I heard a funny story about me. When I was little I guess I was always thirsty, just all the time. Which isn't too hard to imagine. And anytime I'd be out with my Mom and see a soda machine I'd say "There it is!" And we'd have to stop and get me a drink. This was brought up because my sister said the same thing yesterday when they were in Grove City. But I was like 8 when I said it and she's 16. burn.

Em needs a job. Beth has class tonight. I work tonight. The movie is edited.

Has anyone see Kim? Where is she?

Em and I have decided to not eat out this entire week. Sorry F&F.

How am I going to do this? I've been working since wednesday. Wednesday night I got three hours of sleep, friday night I got 4, tonight I got 7 but I work 8 - 9. I work tomorrow and monday and tuesday. Please, somebody - help a kid.

On a nother note I got a face scrub called Morning Burst. I figured since Beth wasn't blogging too much I'd tell you something she might. And something else she'd say: laekjglgkjds.

Something I'd say: I gotta g-o.

I did nor get e-nough sleepin. Slep only 3, maybe of the 4 or the half more. Airc Ondition in me rum. Jus' sleepin.

Editing

And magic yields...

This weekend flew by. I got too drunk friday night and felt like crap Saturday morning. We filmed all day Saturday and it felt like all day Sunday. We are pretty much done. A little relief came over me, but mostly I'm thinking about the rest we need to film, the footage we just got and if it was good enough, the editing process, the music, etc. This was all a good learning experience for me. I feel more confident with the camera, which is something I was hoping for. It's so much fun to write something and see people interpret that writing and bring to it a new life. There's a better word than 'fun', I guess. Maybe cathartic because it purges my bowels. It's laxative to see your writing acted out. If I didn't know it before, this summer has made me realize how much I enjoy the interaction between writing a script, an actors interpretation, and the visualization of the story. It is vastly more enjoyable than the act of writing alone. In writing you have to paint the scene, always describing the room your characters are in, the weather, the colors and shapes of the surroundings. Which I find arduous. Script writing is almost pure dialogue, which is my favorite. And the scene, well, sure you can write that a certain scene is in such and such a place and the day is sunny or gloomy, but the fact is you don't know what the weather is going to be like the day your actor(s) are available. So it's up in the air really, and I like that. If your filming inside I suppose the set could be very detailed, like in Royal Tenenbaums. But I'd rather it be more on a whim. Spontaneity yields magic. That's what I'm really trying to say.

Remember the dog on Full House...

Mike, Emily and I came back from Fuel and Fuddle last night to find a loose dog - a golden retriever to be precise. We played with her on our porch for a bit and waited, thinking someone was walking her and she just got away. But no one was out looking for her. She was the friendliest dog. When I said, "I'm going to call you...Little Jimmy!" she jumped all over me. She must have liked that name a lot. Mike was in love and so was Em. We took her upstairs and let her in our apartment and on our bed. We are silly, I know. She found this lid for a bottle of limeade and was in love. It was a welcoming texture, I guess. As soon as she put that lid in her mouth she started to howl, but it was a muffled howl. It was so cute!

We called the police and they sent an officer to our door. He said they would take her to the kennel and without a tag she didn't have too good a chance of being found. He suggested I hold on to her for the night and see if anyone calls them. He took my information* and said if anyone called they would let me know and that I should also call in the morning. Which I found tedious: why call if no one called in? So I got up at 9 and took Little Jimmy for a walk. Within a minute the owners had found their dog. A couple, in their 30s, fit and sort of hip, with another golden retreiver. It wasn't Little Jimmy at all, but Riley. Which is a nice name. They said they called the police this morning and were told they had no information on a lost dog. Thanks you dicks! I would post pictures but Em took her camera away. Actually it's my camera too. Its funny how that works. And the car and the iPod. SHIT! I know, I know - I'm the one who calls them hers. Whatever. But yeah - we had an interesting night. I'll miss you Little Jimmy.


*Ever notice that when police take down information it's on scraps of paper? wtf?

Yesterday at the library.

This is what I wrote, when I saw what I saw:

Ok. Sitting in one of the reading rooms of the Carnegie Library. A tall, bespectacled and skinny guy asks if a seat is taken. Which is funny because you just don't ask that. He's ready for the beach. Light blue palm tree design shirt. Hawaiian fare. Off white khaki cargo shorts. Flip-flops, of course. Hair cut of an aspiring senator, albeit a little unruly. Nothing a little "Wild Root"* couldn't fix.


He sits down with his laptop. I continue reading Moby Dick. I don't think of him again until I hear a faint and familiar melody [coming from his headphones.] "Hey...Hey, baby. I want to know, will you be my girl..." [That repeats] And he's smiling, scrolling, typing, looking off to the right every so often for inspiration [among the travel books]. I notice to his right on the arm of the leather chair he has an arts and crafts type black and white picture of a blond. The picture is in the bottom left, to the right and above it are some words on [sea] green paper. The 'frame', if that's what it is, resembles cardboard but is the color of his cargo shorts. Sitting on his seat[, also] to his right, on the space he is not taking up - remember, I said he was skinny - is another makeshift frame. This one [I know] is cardboard because I can see the crease, where the box he cut it from once folded. The top, which I can barely make out, reads 'Mandy' in grey blocked letters.

But, even after writing all of this, I don't, for some reason, find it sad or funny. There's just something nice about it to me. At least right now.

Right now, I think it's funny.


*About Wild Root, one of the ingredients is Formaldehyde.

recipe for sucsex

One Apple, preferably green; e.g. Granny Smith. (slice it!)
A dollop of Apple Butter.
Another dollop of cream cheese, preferably whipped; e.g Giant Eagle Whipped Cream Cheese.
A slice (you be the judge) of cheddar cheese, preferably sharp or extra sharp.
Two slices of bread, preferably a kind you like.
One toaster oven.
One napkin, paper towel, and/or plate.

It's a beautiful day in paradise.

August 06

things that disappear and never appeared

July 06

Crowning achievements. To me.

Beth called me an ass.

So this is for her.

June 06

I always have good graphics, even on anniversaries.

and good games

always truth.

May 06

(you all got punk'd)
(i got punk'd)
it's happening! (still)

April 06

Teresa's birthday
(she got punk'd)
I used to write good stuff
Something Emily's friend would enjoy.

March 06

One of my favorites.
Why do we do it?

February 06

Not a lot of pictures in Feb. I started to cut back.
Boring month.

January 06

to
Music
from
Chris Cooper

December 05

I finished a long book.
Cold times with trees.
Anchovies and Brian Reagan.
Too goddamn cute!
Not so cute.

November 05

I started to get some comments. Check this one out.
Thanks to Family House I wouldn't shut up sometimes.
(thanks to Josh, as always)
But I told good things.
Occasionally I had good things said to me, despite the picture.
November was a crowded month, too much to show.
But there is always her.
And this.

October 05

Sometimes what I said had nothing to do with the picture.
And sometimes the picture was everything.
I got older.
I got shoes.
I got jeans.
I got laughs and cats.

September 05

When I had fun.
Lots of it.
But not as much fun as these two.
(thank god)
a cutie who looks like two of the cutest cuties
but not as cute as station

ps remember this fun?

August 05

John C Reilly and my dentist.

Where I talked about Beth and Mike's breakup in codes.

Something else is on my mind which has filled up three pages of my journal. Myron Cope's retirement. Yoi. Actually it's Meth Bike. I miss him. I guess he never really existed, especially not now, but for awhile you could count on Meth Bike two or three nights a week. He wasn't a person so much as a union, the connection of two lives, an ampersand. But ultimately Meth Bike was an illusion. The 'disappearance' of Meth Bike has made me realize that maybe he was not as ideal as I had thought. And my sadness over Meth Bike's demies is really a mystery when seen in this light. If the two solely responsible for bringing about Meth Bike are doing fine now, if not better, then what is there to be sad about? That's what I've been trying to figure out. I'm guessing that Meth Bike symbolized something, something akin to hope or love. I didn't know I had put so much faith in Meth Bike, but I guess I did. I took it for granted and fed off of it. What a weird thing to do. Terribly weird. It justs makes me sad all over. But I've no reason. Sadness knows no bounds.

This guy
and
This guy

It's been a year. An entire year on blogger. I thought I'd do a recap; a sort of best of. It's ok, things are going to look up.

news

A movie called Be Kind Rewind by Michel Gondry. It's in pre-production but the plot is Jerry, played by Jack Black, erases all the tapes in a video store to satisfy some customer. Then they attempt to re-make the movies. Some of the movies are Back to the Future, The Lion King, and Robocop. I'm excited. And Kirsten Dunst might be in it. Also this black buck.

Here are two of the results for Kirsten Dunst images. Remember no one is forcing you to click on these. Be warned.

Why do we do it? I'm naked!

He has the day off. He has no plans. Plans are beginning to surface. Tonight he will film things. It's going to be stinking hot today. He is considering laying in his air conditioned room all day and watching movies. That would be fine and no one could say one thing about it. Not even him. He bought a Big Daddy last night, which is a style of pizza from the Fox's Den.

Fox's are sly and
they make the perfect pie.

His chest hurts. It's hard to breathe this day. 'Can I interest you in a frozen banana this day?' They watched Arrested Development last night and wanted ice cream. Ice cream was a drive away so it never happened. He is not wearing a shirt.

Me and Mike 9 are reading buddies.

Join us, one and all.