Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
McDonald's Drive Thru Woman
I like 'buddy-movies.' I think they can be funny as hell, action packed, and all around smart. If done right. Twins. Wedding Crashers. Lethal Weapon. Blues Brothers. The Big Lebowski (kinda). If done wrong, you've got Double Team, starring JCVD and Dennis Rodman.
Ya need a Ying and a Yang. Simple as that. Gotta have the fire, gotta have the ice. Ya know, so that the fire can get icey and the ice can get firey.
So, I've found the person that I want to be in a buddy movie with. She works the Drive-Thru window at McDonald's until the wee hours, I guess.
I don't know her name. All I know is that she's got so much personality it slaps you in the face when you order. She's a short round black woman with gold teeth, gold earrings and gold necklaces. She says 'Shoooot' all the time.
I've had a handfull conversations with her and every time I do, I leave laughing my ass off. She's the nicest, funniest, and yet, meanest drive thru person I've ever encountered. On my last trip, about 3 weeks ago, I pulled up to MickeyD's and hoped she was in there. The speaker crackled on.
'Mmmhhhhmmm...whatchuwant, honey, I ain't got all night...shooot, what time is it? Hahaha. I been here all night already.'
It was her. So I pulled around and hotdammit she recognized me. Asked me how I'd been. I did the same. She went off on the economy, then off on the idiot in front of me. She goes off on everything. But she's never pissed. It's so odd.
I want her to be in my buddy movie. And I've started to write it. It would be huge, because of the interracial pairing of the two of us. Like Jackie Chan and Owen Wilson. Mel Gibson and Danny Glover. Except it would be more like Will Ferrell and Wanda Sykes or something.
I think I'd be a janitor at a school and she'd be a P.E. instructor, and we'd witness a murder or a kidnapping and can't rely on the authorities to handle it cause they can't handle shit, so her and I decide to find out what's going on, and there's a reward, and she wants it for a trip to Hawaii for a tetherball tournament, and I want it to make my parents proud of me cause all I do is scrub shitty kids' potties all day and then it gets complicated a little, cause the kidnappers are some other teachers, but not really, and then we spar back and forth, because I'm a white janitor and she thinks I'm lame, and I think she over-reacts at everything and she couldn't beat me in the mile---but we're really like brother and sister.
I think it's got merit. I've mentioned it to her in the drive thru line. She said she'd be up for reading the script, so I've basically green-lit the project. She said she's never acted, but for some reason I don't think it would be a problem for her.
Ya need a Ying and a Yang. Simple as that. Gotta have the fire, gotta have the ice. Ya know, so that the fire can get icey and the ice can get firey.
So, I've found the person that I want to be in a buddy movie with. She works the Drive-Thru window at McDonald's until the wee hours, I guess.
I don't know her name. All I know is that she's got so much personality it slaps you in the face when you order. She's a short round black woman with gold teeth, gold earrings and gold necklaces. She says 'Shoooot' all the time.
I've had a handfull conversations with her and every time I do, I leave laughing my ass off. She's the nicest, funniest, and yet, meanest drive thru person I've ever encountered. On my last trip, about 3 weeks ago, I pulled up to MickeyD's and hoped she was in there. The speaker crackled on.
'Mmmhhhhmmm...whatchuwant, honey, I ain't got all night...shooot, what time is it? Hahaha. I been here all night already.'
It was her. So I pulled around and hotdammit she recognized me. Asked me how I'd been. I did the same. She went off on the economy, then off on the idiot in front of me. She goes off on everything. But she's never pissed. It's so odd.
I want her to be in my buddy movie. And I've started to write it. It would be huge, because of the interracial pairing of the two of us. Like Jackie Chan and Owen Wilson. Mel Gibson and Danny Glover. Except it would be more like Will Ferrell and Wanda Sykes or something.
I think I'd be a janitor at a school and she'd be a P.E. instructor, and we'd witness a murder or a kidnapping and can't rely on the authorities to handle it cause they can't handle shit, so her and I decide to find out what's going on, and there's a reward, and she wants it for a trip to Hawaii for a tetherball tournament, and I want it to make my parents proud of me cause all I do is scrub shitty kids' potties all day and then it gets complicated a little, cause the kidnappers are some other teachers, but not really, and then we spar back and forth, because I'm a white janitor and she thinks I'm lame, and I think she over-reacts at everything and she couldn't beat me in the mile---but we're really like brother and sister.
I think it's got merit. I've mentioned it to her in the drive thru line. She said she'd be up for reading the script, so I've basically green-lit the project. She said she's never acted, but for some reason I don't think it would be a problem for her.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Ponyboy
Let's talk for a second. Do you have time? If you're busy, then by all means. If you're reading these words as I type them, then you're who I want to talk with. You. I guess I can't be addressing this directly to YOU, but I think it's more to the 'idea' of YOU, a person on the other side of these pixels. I hope that your mind is open.
If your mind is closed, please let me know what its hours are, and I'll try back then.
'Nothing Gold can stay,' said Ponyboy. I think he was right. And wrong. He was both right and wrong. Because Gold CAN stay. It can stay forever (and ever). The thing that can't stay is Silver. Silver will leave. But Gold can stay. For dinner. For drinks. For the night. For life. Gold is always welcome. We all want Gold. I think we all strive for it, in some back corner (or front corner) of our psyche, I belive that we're all searching for Gold. I can't speak for eveyone I've met, I suppose, and I think some people I've met could give two shits about Gold. And that's sad. But that's not me. That's them.
I've seen Gold. Have you? I've seen it in the Tramp's eyes. I've seen it on Youtube. I've seen it on the street. It's different for everyone, I guess.
Silver will leave. It's like getting coffee. Happens once a day. And it will pick you up for about an hour, then quickly dissipate and leave you wanting more.
But Gold. That will stay. You'll never forget it.
Symbolism is a tricky bitch. I lost myself up there.
If your mind is closed, please let me know what its hours are, and I'll try back then.
'Nothing Gold can stay,' said Ponyboy. I think he was right. And wrong. He was both right and wrong. Because Gold CAN stay. It can stay forever (and ever). The thing that can't stay is Silver. Silver will leave. But Gold can stay. For dinner. For drinks. For the night. For life. Gold is always welcome. We all want Gold. I think we all strive for it, in some back corner (or front corner) of our psyche, I belive that we're all searching for Gold. I can't speak for eveyone I've met, I suppose, and I think some people I've met could give two shits about Gold. And that's sad. But that's not me. That's them.
I've seen Gold. Have you? I've seen it in the Tramp's eyes. I've seen it on Youtube. I've seen it on the street. It's different for everyone, I guess.
Silver will leave. It's like getting coffee. Happens once a day. And it will pick you up for about an hour, then quickly dissipate and leave you wanting more.
But Gold. That will stay. You'll never forget it.
Symbolism is a tricky bitch. I lost myself up there.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Por Favor Seasaw Me
This is what happens when the end product is neither thought about nor cared about.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Sunday's Thoughts
I know a lot of people that do great Artwork. But if they ever said that they do Works of Art, they'd immediately be viewed as an arrogant ass-monkey. What's the difference? Artwork. Works of Art. It's a simple rearranging of the two main words and then inserting an 'of'.'
But it really makes all the difference between being a humble servant to the craft and an arrogant ass-monkey.
Also, I've been thinking a lot about names and how you stereotype people upon hearing their name. Take Habeeb, for instance. An image pops into your head, don't act like it doesn't. You know what Habeeb looks like, right? Of course you do.
Wellp, you're wrong. I've got a friend named that and he looks like me. I call me Hab for short.
Take Jim. Good ol' Jim, right? You know Jim. Everyone knows Jim and what he looks like. You stereotype the name to an image. But again, you're wrong. Jim's a terrorist. See?
Stereotypes. Don't make them. They're bad for you.
Unless you come across a 'Candy,' in which case you should sterotype away, because they're always a stripper.
But it really makes all the difference between being a humble servant to the craft and an arrogant ass-monkey.
Also, I've been thinking a lot about names and how you stereotype people upon hearing their name. Take Habeeb, for instance. An image pops into your head, don't act like it doesn't. You know what Habeeb looks like, right? Of course you do.
Wellp, you're wrong. I've got a friend named that and he looks like me. I call me Hab for short.
Take Jim. Good ol' Jim, right? You know Jim. Everyone knows Jim and what he looks like. You stereotype the name to an image. But again, you're wrong. Jim's a terrorist. See?
Stereotypes. Don't make them. They're bad for you.
Unless you come across a 'Candy,' in which case you should sterotype away, because they're always a stripper.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Boombachas in Uruguay
Ola, mi amigos. I just got back from 12 days in Montevideo, Uruguay on a work trip with Jacque Panis, a co-worker of mine. We've been working with a team of very talented web-programmers and artists down there for the past 10 months on an upcoming web-based project. This was my first time to get down there and meet the folks who I've been talking and emailing with and I was excited to do so. Whaddup to the guys and girls at Replayful, whose hard work and dedication to the project is the reason this thing's going to rock. I'll keep the descriptions of each picture short and to the point, cause nobody likes a lengthy description, now do they?
This is a sunset in Montevideo, Uruguay.
This ia a street in downtown Montevideo.
This is one of the rooms in the studio.
View from the studio's balcony.
Another view from the studio's balcony.
These are fish on the ground.
Then and now.
RAD! Go Stallion.
Beachgoesr facing the sun, not the beach.
Shiney things to buy.
Me, Edgar, Stallion, Ally, and Hebert after lunch.
A colorful picture with some blow-up bball hoops.
Big air from a PLANCHEEEE!
Four gentleman enjoying a stroll.
Montevideo skyline.
An 18th centure spring loaded Italian pistol. I think. I wanted this pistol.
Seriously, Pepe's the worst!
Me by a lamp in 'Old Town' Montevideo
Meat for every meal. Try it.
Sunset from balcony.
My hero.
Second story balcony is where the magic happens.
View from my hotel window.
Handball game at the beach. I would enjoy this game and plan to play it next time I'm there.
Knees in the chest, folks. Tight fit.
Historic building in downtown Montevideo.
Some of the TEAM!
So that's me taking a lot of pictures in a country I've never been to. I think it's the right thing to do, when you're in a foreign land. I'm semi-discreet with my picture taking though, and these ones are only a few of the ones I snapped.
And even though working 11-13 hours a day for a week and a half is never what anybody wants to do, I found it easy and fun while being down there. My Espanol grew by about 4 words. I give a mean 'gracias.' I also give a nasty 'ola amigos,' and a pretty strong 'porfavor.' I did a lot of pointing. Pointing to the item i wanted on the menu.
I also did a lot of smiling and thumbs upping. This is not unusual for me, but I really cranked it up while I was down there. People really do communicate with their eyes, though. And while I believe this to be true, I still think that the most common form of communication is using their voices, and the same language. When one person doesn't share the same language as the other, things can go south pretty fast, no matter how much pointing, smiling and thumb upping is involved.
But I tried anyway, and dammit, I loved the country and the people. The whole experience was overwheleming, especially knowing what we were there to build in the first place.
This is a sunset in Montevideo, Uruguay.
This ia a street in downtown Montevideo.
This is one of the rooms in the studio.
View from the studio's balcony.
Another view from the studio's balcony.
These are fish on the ground.
Then and now.
RAD! Go Stallion.
Beachgoesr facing the sun, not the beach.
Shiney things to buy.
Me, Edgar, Stallion, Ally, and Hebert after lunch.
A colorful picture with some blow-up bball hoops.
Big air from a PLANCHEEEE!
Four gentleman enjoying a stroll.
Montevideo skyline.
An 18th centure spring loaded Italian pistol. I think. I wanted this pistol.
Seriously, Pepe's the worst!
Me by a lamp in 'Old Town' Montevideo
Meat for every meal. Try it.
Sunset from balcony.
My hero.
Second story balcony is where the magic happens.
View from my hotel window.
Handball game at the beach. I would enjoy this game and plan to play it next time I'm there.
Knees in the chest, folks. Tight fit.
Historic building in downtown Montevideo.
Some of the TEAM!
So that's me taking a lot of pictures in a country I've never been to. I think it's the right thing to do, when you're in a foreign land. I'm semi-discreet with my picture taking though, and these ones are only a few of the ones I snapped.
And even though working 11-13 hours a day for a week and a half is never what anybody wants to do, I found it easy and fun while being down there. My Espanol grew by about 4 words. I give a mean 'gracias.' I also give a nasty 'ola amigos,' and a pretty strong 'porfavor.' I did a lot of pointing. Pointing to the item i wanted on the menu.
I also did a lot of smiling and thumbs upping. This is not unusual for me, but I really cranked it up while I was down there. People really do communicate with their eyes, though. And while I believe this to be true, I still think that the most common form of communication is using their voices, and the same language. When one person doesn't share the same language as the other, things can go south pretty fast, no matter how much pointing, smiling and thumb upping is involved.
But I tried anyway, and dammit, I loved the country and the people. The whole experience was overwheleming, especially knowing what we were there to build in the first place.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Webosaurs Press Release
An online gaming and chat world I've been working on at RFX just released its first Press Release. Here are two blogs that mention it:
http://izzyneis.wordpress.com/
AND
www.virtualworldsnews.com
Can't wait till launch!
Blink again
The group that got me away from RAP is back together. The group that got me into yelling and screaming and acting like the kid I am *and that we all are* got back together.
Blink 182 announced that they're coming back this Summer. Something inside me screamed "HELL YES!"
I don't care how old I am. I don't care how trendy or poppy everyone thinks they are. It matters not. All it matters is that those 2 dudes are gonna sing more songs.
and that's an unusually comforting thought to me. It's positive.
You either love em or ya hate em, and the latter usually does so because they grew OUT of Blink. They grew up and Blink never did. Isn't that the good part, though?
I think so. I'll buy whatever they sell regardless.
Blink 182 announced that they're coming back this Summer. Something inside me screamed "HELL YES!"
I don't care how old I am. I don't care how trendy or poppy everyone thinks they are. It matters not. All it matters is that those 2 dudes are gonna sing more songs.
and that's an unusually comforting thought to me. It's positive.
You either love em or ya hate em, and the latter usually does so because they grew OUT of Blink. They grew up and Blink never did. Isn't that the good part, though?
I think so. I'll buy whatever they sell regardless.
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