Finally Here
It's way overdue, but here's the movie we made last year for the 48 hour film project.
Watch out for the sound test at the beginning.
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May 25, 2008
May 22, 2008
Photoshoping
It’s no hundred bucks like last time, but I picked up an honorable mention in last week’s Woot! Photoshop contest, which earns me free shipping on my next order. Look for Pigmann’s empty fridge.
May 19, 2008
There Really is a Kalamazoo
My current favorite tv series that I’m watching thanks to Netflix, The Unit, just mentioned Kalamazoo Michigan. That’s where I went to college. I’m practically famous!
May 16, 2008
Camping
Dust off the tent and break out the bear traps because we’re going camping. It’ll be interesting to see how our favorite campground is doing after all this rain and flooding we’ve had over the past few months. Since it’s at the bottom of a valley and a creek flows right through the middle of everything, I wouldn’t be surprised if a few sites have been washed away. If that’s the case, we could be in for an exiting weekend of playing on newly formed riverbanks and climbing over fallen trees. I can’t wait to find out.
May 12, 2008
Anniversary Weekend
This past weekend marked the two year anniversary of the first trip I made to Memphis to visit Kathryn. We celebrated by doing the same thing we did last year, reenacting the best parts of that first weekend. We started by meeting up at the coffee shop, then we had dinner at the East End Grill, lunch at Schlotzsky's, and we were going to go the park for a walk, but Sunday turned into a lazy do-nothing day. The reenacting was over, but it was still a nice day. We had a late lunch of Vietnamese Pho soup, walked around the duck pond in Kathryn’s apartment complex, and dinner was just chips and an assortment of dips in front of the tv.
P.S.
If you’re into quirky Indie movies, try Lars and the Real Girl.
May 06, 2008
Strange Start This Morning
When I woke up this morning and rolled over to look at my clock I realized my alarm wasn’t set. Fortunately, I only woke up five minutes late. I went through my morning routine and headed off to work right on time, but when I pulled into the parking lot there were no other cars. Fighting through my usual morning fog, I couldn’t think of any reason we would have had the day off to day, so I looked at the clock in my jeep and realized I was an entire hour early. I hadn’t woken up five minutes late, I woke up fifty-five minutes early. I had forty minutes to kill, which I wasted playing Crackdown on my Xbox. I lost track of time trying to up my characters states and ended up getting to work a few minutes late.
May 02, 2008
Visions of The American Dream
We spent hot days breaking our backs working sweat soaked iron in grease stained clothing for a handful of broken dollar bills, half of which got spent the same night on cheap beer and cigarettes… if we had the energy, which was wasn’t every night, but it was most nights because if you didn’t do something, the nothing would eat you alive.
While Bruce Springsteen and John Mellencamp hoisted our flag and cried our anthem, the only real glory we found then was racing super-charged, fuel-injected suicide machines up highway 69, crossing lanes and weaving through dying towns in a desperate attempt to outrun our own lives and escape the twisted grip of a nightmare holding all of us so tight we could hardly breath.
Late at night, staring at the ceiling and alone with our demons, we secretly held onto our collective but unspoken dream that somewhere beyond the stagnant chrome and scorched rubber landscape surrounding our lives there had to be something more. None of us could see it, but we could feel it just beyond our reach, on the far side of a highway to busy to risk crossing. It had to be there, because if it wasn’t, that meant nothing but dead ends and burned-out wishes—a vast nothing so big it would swallow you whole.
When the warm beer and stale cigarettes could no longer drown out the vibrating industrial beast, we held onto the hope by turning to cartoon love stories and redheaded angels looking for shining armor, but willing to settle for rusted chassis, which was good because it was all we had to offer. We looked to them for salvation but the truth was, they were just as tired and strung out and beat down as we were, and no matter how tightly we held on to each other, we would always slip away afterwards.
On it went, never ending until the great monster reared up and swallowed one of us whole—geared teeth tearing hunks of ragged flesh from the body and vomiting out splintered bones. No matter how many sacrifices we gave it, the beast was always hungry, and there was always somebody willing to climb into its jaws. Blood and oil and sin laid out on the factory floor in a stain that won’t wash away even when it’s gone.
May 01, 2008
Drawings
I’ve been spending a lot of time working in Photoshop and Dreamweaver lately—some for fun, some for profit. Since I haven’t posted in a while, I thought I’d share a few of my more recent creations.
Clickity Click to see them full size at my new Flickr page.
In other news, the sound of my mouse clicking has recently changed for some reason and it's driving me crazy. I don't even want to use it without my headphones on. Is that strange?