Friday, January 30, 2009
Uruguay
Next week, the 1st through the 8th, I'll be where that purple dot is. Not a vacation, but for work. I'll be drawing and creating the final elements for the Webosaurs.com launch. I will eat steak also, I'm told.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Smile and Wave
So I've got a big Expedtion truck that I drive in. It's massive. And I like to cut people off in it. I don't really use blinkers, they're not for me. I don't speed really, I just kinda putz. I putz around and I cut people off. And when they get mad and look at me angry, I just smile and wave to them. And it always makes them un-angry.
How can you possibly stay mad at an idiot that does that? He's harmless. Ya kinda feel sorry that ya even got mad in the first place. Once that hand pops up, and the smile splashes? Defused.
So I've been trying it in other areas of life, too. Been spreading it around to see if it works as well in normal society as it does out there on the asphalt. I've had mixed results. I tipped a guy a buck on a 23 dollar meal. I smiled and waved as I left. He was livid. Then I tried it with this client who I did some commercial designs for. They were expecting about 7-10 solid concepts. I gave em 1 half-concept and a board I did 2 years ago. And then the smile and wave, of course. Not happy. The smile and wave came up short.
It seems to not work as well when I'm not in the Expedition. Maybe the sheer size of it overpowers people and the smile and wave lead them to believe I've lost it.
Either way, it seems the frown and the flick off are the immediate responses to the smile and wave.
Like a couple superheroes vs. a couple supervillians.
Smile and Wave take on Frown and Flick.
Battle Royale.
Eh.
I'm tired.
How can you possibly stay mad at an idiot that does that? He's harmless. Ya kinda feel sorry that ya even got mad in the first place. Once that hand pops up, and the smile splashes? Defused.
So I've been trying it in other areas of life, too. Been spreading it around to see if it works as well in normal society as it does out there on the asphalt. I've had mixed results. I tipped a guy a buck on a 23 dollar meal. I smiled and waved as I left. He was livid. Then I tried it with this client who I did some commercial designs for. They were expecting about 7-10 solid concepts. I gave em 1 half-concept and a board I did 2 years ago. And then the smile and wave, of course. Not happy. The smile and wave came up short.
It seems to not work as well when I'm not in the Expedition. Maybe the sheer size of it overpowers people and the smile and wave lead them to believe I've lost it.
Either way, it seems the frown and the flick off are the immediate responses to the smile and wave.
Like a couple superheroes vs. a couple supervillians.
Smile and Wave take on Frown and Flick.
Battle Royale.
Eh.
I'm tired.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
If I were a...
If I were a rock I'd be big and gray.
I'd sit outside all of the day.
Until you came and scooped me up
And used me as a paperweight.
If I were a toad I'd be green.
I'd hop about, never mean.
Until you came and kissed my mouth
And then you'd have your lips to clean.
If I were a tree I'd be round and tall.
The sun would shine, my shadow would crawl.
Until you came and chopped my trunk
And then upon you I would fall.
If I were a friend I'd be here for you.
Trusting each other, our friendship grew.
Until the day you told me lies
And then out the window, our friendship flew.
I'd sit outside all of the day.
Until you came and scooped me up
And used me as a paperweight.
If I were a toad I'd be green.
I'd hop about, never mean.
Until you came and kissed my mouth
And then you'd have your lips to clean.
If I were a tree I'd be round and tall.
The sun would shine, my shadow would crawl.
Until you came and chopped my trunk
And then upon you I would fall.
If I were a friend I'd be here for you.
Trusting each other, our friendship grew.
Until the day you told me lies
And then out the window, our friendship flew.
Friday, January 23, 2009
EXIT/SALIIDA: Unearthed
Found these songs that I recorded about 5 years ago(!) with a guy by the name of Brandon Braud. He's the only good parts of the songs, I'm the bad. Check em' HERE if you're ready to have your ears bleed.
I don't know what it is about listening to these again, but it makes me happy. That was a lot of fun. I distinctly remember the joy of recording these in his gameroom. I hope to look back on these covers about 30 years from now and still smile. And cringe, too. But mostly smile.
I don't know what it is about listening to these again, but it makes me happy. That was a lot of fun. I distinctly remember the joy of recording these in his gameroom. I hope to look back on these covers about 30 years from now and still smile. And cringe, too. But mostly smile.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
'Hot Route' Trailer
The trailer for the short I acted in is HERE.
It's called 'HOT ROUTE' and tells the story of a few dudes that get together to play some flag football one day. The guy whom I play, let's call him 'Steve', is a MAN. I loved playing 'Steve.'
Haven't heard if it will get into AFI Dallas this year, but we should know soon. I really hope it does, because that would validate the near freezing temps we endured and crooked spine I suffered in the few short days of filming. Joking.
I'll post any more updates when I get them.
It's called 'HOT ROUTE' and tells the story of a few dudes that get together to play some flag football one day. The guy whom I play, let's call him 'Steve', is a MAN. I loved playing 'Steve.'
Haven't heard if it will get into AFI Dallas this year, but we should know soon. I really hope it does, because that would validate the near freezing temps we endured and crooked spine I suffered in the few short days of filming. Joking.
I'll post any more updates when I get them.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Organized Sports
I used to play a lot of sports. Mainly basketball. I wasn't too shabby, but I never played on a school team. I grew from 5'7" and 120 pounds in 9th grade to 6'4" and 180 in late 10th grade. Nobody knew who I was. Girls sure didn't.
So I played tennis in 9th and early 10th grade cause I wasn't really filled out enough to play the other sports. It was fun though, and I like tennis enough. I had, and still have, a big serve, but was lacking in ground strokes, which kinda come in handy. So I decided to try something else. The basketball team took tryouts and those wouldn't be for another half year, so I did another sport.
I joined the football team in the spring of 11th grade. The coach said that he couldn't stop me from joining, which was nice of him to say. Ha. 'Wellp, son, we all know you're gonna suck, so go ahead and come on and not play and suck. No sweat off my track suit."
I came onto the football team and I left the tennis team behind. It was time to hit some people. First day of practice we go out in full pads and I go stand with the cornerback groups. I thought that was where I was supposed to go since I covered receivers in the pickup games with my friends. Apparently that wasn't the case. The coach asked me if I saw anything wrong with what I was doing. I replied no. He told me to look around me. I saw the tops of helmets. I was a good 6 inches taller than the other cornerbacks. He told me I was a defensive end. I said ok and ran to another group.
I didn't start for offense or defense, but I started for special teams. And I made a tackle in the first game I ever played in. It was our first game, Fall 1997. My mom had put a note in my helmet (that I still carry in my wallet) that read 'Go Highlanders. We love you, Juice. Mom and Dad.' I think it was my good luck charm cause I tackled someone on a punt. I got my photo taken while I did it, and it was on the front page of the sports section. Some kid who's never played football in grade school, middle school and high school who just decided that he wanted to play his senior year. Kinda cool, now that I look back on it. I wanted to quit the day I saw that photo. Proof that I played football. Proof to myself that I could do whatever I wanted.
I now know why I wasn't better at football. Back then I wasn't mean enough. I was only 185 soaking wet and 6'4". I could run like a deer and I could dunk the basketball anyway ya asked. But I couldn't put it all together. Probably cause I'm not mean in the first place. I didn't have that killer instinct.
But nowadays. It's different. I can't really play organized ball anymore. I tried to play in some basketball leagues a couple years back. Not good. I wanted to hurt the other team after the game. I used to play basketball a lot, too. I actually had 35 points and 34 rebounds in an organized YMCA game. That's what they call 'dominating.'
I was too nice, though. I let other people who were more outspoken then me have the limelight, even though I knew I was better than them. The thing is, that when I play any sports nowadays, I don't let myself get serious about it. Because I don't like who I become. I wanna win. And not only do I wanna win, I wanna kill the other team. I wanna hurt people. There's a lot of pent up agression there still. All athletes have that fire. I'm sure of it. I just don't stoke that flame anymore.
So I go out and just jack around. I shoot threes. I shoot fade aways. I try and make silly one arm catches in football.
I don't let myself care.
If I care, then I can't control myself. I'm not the featherweight I used to be and I might hurt someone, or get hurt.
But I'm passed the point of competing like that. I compete in other things now, and that's alright with me.
I just don't let myself care about sports anymore. I did care a lot about them at a time in my life.
But that time is not this time.
And this time I'd rather just smile.
So I played tennis in 9th and early 10th grade cause I wasn't really filled out enough to play the other sports. It was fun though, and I like tennis enough. I had, and still have, a big serve, but was lacking in ground strokes, which kinda come in handy. So I decided to try something else. The basketball team took tryouts and those wouldn't be for another half year, so I did another sport.
I joined the football team in the spring of 11th grade. The coach said that he couldn't stop me from joining, which was nice of him to say. Ha. 'Wellp, son, we all know you're gonna suck, so go ahead and come on and not play and suck. No sweat off my track suit."
I came onto the football team and I left the tennis team behind. It was time to hit some people. First day of practice we go out in full pads and I go stand with the cornerback groups. I thought that was where I was supposed to go since I covered receivers in the pickup games with my friends. Apparently that wasn't the case. The coach asked me if I saw anything wrong with what I was doing. I replied no. He told me to look around me. I saw the tops of helmets. I was a good 6 inches taller than the other cornerbacks. He told me I was a defensive end. I said ok and ran to another group.
I didn't start for offense or defense, but I started for special teams. And I made a tackle in the first game I ever played in. It was our first game, Fall 1997. My mom had put a note in my helmet (that I still carry in my wallet) that read 'Go Highlanders. We love you, Juice. Mom and Dad.' I think it was my good luck charm cause I tackled someone on a punt. I got my photo taken while I did it, and it was on the front page of the sports section. Some kid who's never played football in grade school, middle school and high school who just decided that he wanted to play his senior year. Kinda cool, now that I look back on it. I wanted to quit the day I saw that photo. Proof that I played football. Proof to myself that I could do whatever I wanted.
I now know why I wasn't better at football. Back then I wasn't mean enough. I was only 185 soaking wet and 6'4". I could run like a deer and I could dunk the basketball anyway ya asked. But I couldn't put it all together. Probably cause I'm not mean in the first place. I didn't have that killer instinct.
But nowadays. It's different. I can't really play organized ball anymore. I tried to play in some basketball leagues a couple years back. Not good. I wanted to hurt the other team after the game. I used to play basketball a lot, too. I actually had 35 points and 34 rebounds in an organized YMCA game. That's what they call 'dominating.'
I was too nice, though. I let other people who were more outspoken then me have the limelight, even though I knew I was better than them. The thing is, that when I play any sports nowadays, I don't let myself get serious about it. Because I don't like who I become. I wanna win. And not only do I wanna win, I wanna kill the other team. I wanna hurt people. There's a lot of pent up agression there still. All athletes have that fire. I'm sure of it. I just don't stoke that flame anymore.
So I go out and just jack around. I shoot threes. I shoot fade aways. I try and make silly one arm catches in football.
I don't let myself care.
If I care, then I can't control myself. I'm not the featherweight I used to be and I might hurt someone, or get hurt.
But I'm passed the point of competing like that. I compete in other things now, and that's alright with me.
I just don't let myself care about sports anymore. I did care a lot about them at a time in my life.
But that time is not this time.
And this time I'd rather just smile.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Sebastian Maniscalco
I cried last night. Tears came out of my eyes, not from sadness or hurt, but from the opposite. We saw Sebastian Maniscalco (http://sebastianlive.com)
at the Addison Improv. He's a comic genius. My litle bro and I found out about him from watching the Vince Vaughn Wild West Comedy Tour. The guy stole the show in that documentary and we've been watching youtube
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-05n49zjk0&feature=related) clips ever since.
If you're in the DFW area, GO SEE HIM tonight or tomorrow---here are the rest of his showtimes--
Jan 3
6:30P 9:00P 11:30P
Jan 4
7:30P
It will be the funniest hour and a half of your life thus far. Can't guarentee it but I'll be willing to wager.
at the Addison Improv. He's a comic genius. My litle bro and I found out about him from watching the Vince Vaughn Wild West Comedy Tour. The guy stole the show in that documentary and we've been watching youtube
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-05n49zjk0&feature=related) clips ever since.
If you're in the DFW area, GO SEE HIM tonight or tomorrow---here are the rest of his showtimes--
Jan 3
6:30P 9:00P 11:30P
Jan 4
7:30P
It will be the funniest hour and a half of your life thus far. Can't guarentee it but I'll be willing to wager.
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