Anti-Fan Service

Last year I left for college August 14th. Classes didn't start till the next week and I spent the most part of the time in between being lonely and unhappy. The rest of my first semester in Arizona was pretty much the same. Lonely, isolated, boring. I got along well with my roommate, but we didn't really have to many common interests and I drank way too much.

My third week, I ran into someone I knew from high school, and was invited to a party. I don't remember any of the night, but I do remember being woken up the next morning by some girl I had never met before in a room I had never seen and being kicked out because her parents were coming the in the next half hour. Hung over, I stumbled into the elevator room. The elevator was broken and my phone wasn't getting any reception. To make matters worse the door locked behind me. After about an hour of loudly knocking on the door, someone finally opened it and I left through the fire escape.

Now you might be thinking "holy crap, that's a fucking hilarious story" as people commonly do when they hear about someone doing incredibly stupid shit when they're drunk. That sort of thing happened very typically that semester. Five days a week, I was a quiet, studious freshman. On Friday and Saturday, I did incredibly stupid things and didn't remember any of it in the morning. This became a routine.

After a good three months, I was able to return to the east coast for Thanksgiving. That was what I consider the end of first semester. There was a 13 day period after that where I had to go back but it was really nothing. That was my first trip home and I won't ever forget the relief I felt after getting out of the plane and seeing my parents and walking back into my house and into my old room. Great feeling.

I spent an entire school year waiting for this. Umass Amherst. None of this "its just over the horizon" crap, its only a few hours away.

So this is it.
College Semester One 2: Academia's Revenge!
Different time. Different place. Different people.
Here we go...

Nothing to See Here

I really like driving at night. You don't really have to worry about traffic and you can just space out and listen to music. You think a lot more. Not really about anything in particular. You don't have meaningful revelations about the nature of life or anything. Its just a nice time to let your mind wander. That sounds awful doesn't it, but when else do you really get that chance.

Marathoned Disney movies today. All were decent. Said goodbye to a bunch of people. Not as decent. Till November, I suppose.

2 days and counting...

Highlights

I think the highlight of this summer was easily the trip to Florida. The whole thing oozed cliche "thing I will remember when I'm old" feelings. Two more days of this, then its back to the books. Back to waking up at an AM time. Back to alcohol. Back to... Well I'm not going back to Arizona. I guess that's a plus. There were other good things. Filming, obviously. My cousins wedding. Comic Books. Driving Christina back a forth from Chelmsford like the bitch I am. It was all a lot of fun.

I got a new ipod. That's sort of cool. Took forever to install the new software for. I thought my laptop was going to crap out but it didn't which was good... Obviously.

Filming is done for about a month. Maybe less. We'll see how long it takes to get settled in.

Insert Clever and/or Witty Title Here

Five days until I move in. Not looking forward to it.





The time feels like it moves extra slow these days. I don't mind. I don't do too much nowadays. When I'm not filming, I'm cruising the internet. Occasionally I find some sort of a comic or a novel to read, or maybe I'll watch a baseball game. Every now and then, I'll even get outside and play soccer but for the most part, off days are lazy and pretty much meaningless. That's actually pretty much what the last 3 months have been. That's how I like my summers. Its gonna suck when I have to work during them. I suppose I could become a teacher but that would blow some serious horse cock. We still have a few scenes to shoot, but it looks like we're almost done.








My minds been drifting a lot lately and I'm remembering a surprising amount of dreams. I wonder what that means... Just kidding. You really think I'd write about shit like that? Fuck you. Not you, the asshole behind you.



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70 Percent Done

Shot 8 hours in the high school today. Alex Levine easily surpassed his past performance, but Steve Pell may actually wind up being the showstopper with a very emotional yet beleivable permormance. It'll be very interesting to see these after the cutting board.

We will be shooting again tomorrow, and most likely on Friday and Sunday as well. Its really starting to wind down and I could not be happier with the way things are going. Jeff's scenes are tomorrow and this could potentially be disastrous, but we will see. We will definitely see.

In other news, I really hope the Red Sox stop pitching Cla Bucholtz. He kind of sucks and loses pretty much every time he pitches.

That Time Again

Sam's gone.
Kevin's gone.
Steff's gone.
People are leaving faster than a white supremacist at an indie film fest. Great. We still have scenes to shoot.

We finished Sam's two days ago. Barely. It took longer than it should have and ended with Christina having a gun literally shatter over her head. This was not intentional. It was even in the script. Nothing even remotely close. As you can imagine, me and Victor were reasonably pissed. Me over the fact that our lead actress, and a very good friend of mine was just potentially hospitalized. Victor for that reason as well as the fact that the gun he had already fixed about 4 times that night was completely broken beyond repair. Hilarity did not ensue. Fortunately, Christina was not hurt beyond a bump on her head and we didn't really need the gun anymore, so disaster was averted.

Kevin's scenes are going to have to wait till November. We got through most of them but there are two more that are going to be shot during Thanksgiving break or later. He left with my copy of Batman Begins and the first two volumes of Y the Last Man. Dick...

Steff... Well she isn't in the movie. We went to Walden Pond like two days before she left. It was nice. Really warm. We should've brought bathing suits. Oh well, next time. Its kind of easy to forget that we live right next to some huge tourist traps, between the pond and all the revolutionary war stuff. That being said, its got to be a huge let down for people who are expecting to see some kind of a huge spectacle or whatever. There are the remains of the dude's cabin there, which really just amounts to a huge pile of rocks and a chimney. Other that that, its just a lake with some trails. Not like that is a bad thing. Sometimes pretty scenery is all you need for a good time. And it was just that.

I probably should stop typing now before I start getting wistful and annoying.

Dude Looks Like a Lady

My final fight scene was shot last night.
Not the last one I'm gonna be doing, but chronologically, this one was my last fight.
It went reasonably well. If we get any shippers, they'll probably like this one. A lot of the final episode is gonna be shot over Thanksgiving. You win some ya lose some. Overall, I'm really excited about everything.
No, the trailer is not out yet. Sorry.

Went to my cousin's wedding last weekend. It was good. Her husband is really nice and kind of looks like Captain America which is a plus. The open bar was a great deal of fun. Taking my sister to the airport at four in the morning the next day: not so much. The hotel we were staying in was called The Nevermore, but Annie and I just referred to it as "Queer's Paradise" the entire time due to the main clientele. There was a dance club in the lobby and a pool filled with nothing but shirtless, stereotypes covered in body piercing. And male camel-toe. Lots and lots of male camel-toe.

I'm Not Looking For Sweet Talk

One of my goals in this blog is to be as straight forward as possible. I don't like when people don't use first names and what not and generally act vague. In this scenario, however it is unavoidable.

Its very important I get this off my chest. You see for the last four days, I've been in a game of cat and also cat with someone about a part in Gorgon's Eye. A reasonably important part we can't complete the movie without.

This role is of course that of Wendy, the unfortunate lover of William Clark, and a center figure of the movies conflict. She is essentially a symbol of innocence, love and purity that is in three scenes and generally plays the role of damsel in distress. She's a very generic character in a script full of deconstructions, badasses, and Alex Levines.

Why the fuck is it so hard to find an actress to play her?

Here's the reason: She has a make out scene.

One brief, extremely relevant make out scene with the lead (who isn't bad looking) and anyone showing any interest in the role bails out. Is this elementary school or something? If college has taught me anything its that kissing is meaningless unless you actually care about the person. Its not saying "I love you" or even saying your committed to the person. The nerve endings on your lips are sensitive so it feels really good. That's about it. Stop being immature pansies.

Its because of this casting issue that I've been having to pull all the stops out and contact just about every acting camp adequateness that will still talk to me. Something you should know: Acting camp girls are batshit insane.
I have never texted this much in my life. I seriously think my texting bill may be in the thousands this much because of this one girl.

And you know, I probably won't even get any of them to do it. One of them in particular changes the subject whenever I say the word "movie". Or "Acting".

This is getting old.
This is getting really annoying.

Would somebody please grow some balls (metaphorically) and just take the fucking part?

Buzzkill

In case you didn't already figure it out, that last post was satire.

Filmed all day. Lots of good stuff. Very little bad stuff.

More screen shots to come as well as the long awaited trailer.

Going to be leaving tomorrow for my cousin's wedding. Should be pretty good.

Deep Things

Deep Things.

Are going right here.

The rhododendrons are blooming.
It really describes my mood.
Blooming.
But knowing.
Knowing my inevitable fate is to die.
Die.
Die like the rhododendrons.
We cannot fight the inevitable.
It is destiny.
We cannot fight destiny.
For it is inevitable.
My summer is racing by.
Racing by.
Racing by like a race car.
A race car.
A fast race car moving effortlessly.
Effortlessly through the cool summer breeze.
That is my mood.
Could it be that I am happy?

A Man Called Pherson!

Finished Volume 4 of Ex Machina. Very solid, highlighted by Jack Pherson, an antagonist who was basically the demon spawn of Vincent from the Cowboy Bebop Movie and Eliza Thornberry.

Been playing a lot of baseball at the expense of filming. Oh well. We'll be done with it eventually. Again, sorry for the lateness of the trailer. There have been more sound problems then I would care to mention.

Sister's back home. Watched crappy cartoons with her last night *coughBEAVISANDBUTTHEADcough* at are 2 in the morning on MTV 2. Having 1000 channels is freaking sweet.

Random off-topic question: I hate telephone calls, and I love AIM. Why is it that I hate text messaging?

Return to Filming

Shadow's backstory is nearly finished.
August 7th we will film an extended fight scene between my character, Christina's character and Kevin's. Not to mention some flashbacks. Its going to be the first fight we've shot since Dan had his nose broken. Got the fingers crossed. Its gonna be tough, that's for sure, but I think we're all up to it.