Substitute crushed velvet suit for Yankees uni, frilly laced crevat for Astros uni....so on and so forth.
Substitute Swedish Made Penis Pump and it's accoutrements for HGH and steroids....and the guy unloading the box for the Mitchel Report and Brian McNamee.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Birthing ideas
My mind is constantly teeming with film and story ideas and I usually talk myself out of them. But last night, I had a really good one and the whole process of it is still fresh in my mind so I thought I'd share.
At about 3:15 a.m. Igby got out of bed (he and I sleep together while the girls sleep in the other room. Shut up.) and woke me up for a second. I tried to go back to sleep but had to take a leak so I got up and did. When I came back in the room, Igby was doing the thing he does where he stands at the foot of the bed and pretends he can't jump back in the bed. So I picked him up and as I did SNAP!!! Something totally gave out in my right shoulder. There was a popping sound like when you bend a chicken leg and snap it. I had a car accident about 3 years ago and since then, my shoulder has always been wonky. I can usually stretch it out or go throw a football around and it makes it feel better. But since the arrival of the baby and way, way too much guitar hero and wii playing, my shoulder has felt on the verge of a breakdown for some time now...and I think that this morning at 3:30 a.m. I f-ed it up pretty good.
I didn't scream or cry (even though I wanted to) and I just kind of rolled back into bed with tears streaming from my eyes. I found a comfortable spot and just laid there, hoping it would stop hurting. It was then I let my mind wander off...trying to think of something else to distract me. Then, my idea hit me and it hit me hard. I don't want to say specifically what the idea was as I don't want to tip my hand and also, if I talk about it, it usually keeps me from DOING it. I will say, it's an idea for a feature documentary that could really have an audience.
So as I lay there, my mind was going a mile a minute and I knew I would never get back to sleep. That happens alot. I get an idea when I should be sleeping and I chew it over in my mind then fall back asleep, wake up and think it was a dumb idea. But this time, the idea wouldn't quit. It kind of reminded me of when you're sick with the flu or food poisoning. Like "I don't want to get up and use the bathroom but I know if I do, it'll help me feel better." So at 3:45, I got up and jotted down a huge list of ideas that were flying out of me. I finally hit a wall and went back to bed.
Still unable to sleep, still cringing because of my shoulder....more ideas started flowing. And flowing. And flowing. It was what I will now refer to as "idearrea." I had to get up again and write more down. Then back to bed, then up again 15 minutes later until finally, I somehow dozed off at about 6:30 a.m. I woke up at 9:30 to the baby screaming and winced and cried out at my shoulder. It's killing me. But for all the pain, exhaustion and crappiness I have on me like a stink today, I birthed out an idea that I think is going to be pretty cool.
Or maybe I'll spend the day talking myself out of it.
At about 3:15 a.m. Igby got out of bed (he and I sleep together while the girls sleep in the other room. Shut up.) and woke me up for a second. I tried to go back to sleep but had to take a leak so I got up and did. When I came back in the room, Igby was doing the thing he does where he stands at the foot of the bed and pretends he can't jump back in the bed. So I picked him up and as I did SNAP!!! Something totally gave out in my right shoulder. There was a popping sound like when you bend a chicken leg and snap it. I had a car accident about 3 years ago and since then, my shoulder has always been wonky. I can usually stretch it out or go throw a football around and it makes it feel better. But since the arrival of the baby and way, way too much guitar hero and wii playing, my shoulder has felt on the verge of a breakdown for some time now...and I think that this morning at 3:30 a.m. I f-ed it up pretty good.
I didn't scream or cry (even though I wanted to) and I just kind of rolled back into bed with tears streaming from my eyes. I found a comfortable spot and just laid there, hoping it would stop hurting. It was then I let my mind wander off...trying to think of something else to distract me. Then, my idea hit me and it hit me hard. I don't want to say specifically what the idea was as I don't want to tip my hand and also, if I talk about it, it usually keeps me from DOING it. I will say, it's an idea for a feature documentary that could really have an audience.
So as I lay there, my mind was going a mile a minute and I knew I would never get back to sleep. That happens alot. I get an idea when I should be sleeping and I chew it over in my mind then fall back asleep, wake up and think it was a dumb idea. But this time, the idea wouldn't quit. It kind of reminded me of when you're sick with the flu or food poisoning. Like "I don't want to get up and use the bathroom but I know if I do, it'll help me feel better." So at 3:45, I got up and jotted down a huge list of ideas that were flying out of me. I finally hit a wall and went back to bed.
Still unable to sleep, still cringing because of my shoulder....more ideas started flowing. And flowing. And flowing. It was what I will now refer to as "idearrea." I had to get up again and write more down. Then back to bed, then up again 15 minutes later until finally, I somehow dozed off at about 6:30 a.m. I woke up at 9:30 to the baby screaming and winced and cried out at my shoulder. It's killing me. But for all the pain, exhaustion and crappiness I have on me like a stink today, I birthed out an idea that I think is going to be pretty cool.
Or maybe I'll spend the day talking myself out of it.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Synergy
I usually buy things like this when I see them in the store....but this time I just took a photo. Are there actually people who would be looking for some jerky, see this jerky, say to themselves, "I like jerky and I like Jeff Foxworthy so therefore I will buy Jeff Foxworthy beef jerky."? It's all pretty mind boggling...
Friday, February 15, 2008
Rookie move.
The other day my doc partner John asked me to help him shoot second camera on this new web-series he's doing called "Soundcheck." He takes a local band that's playing that upcoming weekend and goes to their practice and learns about the band. He did a GREAT one for five a.m. here:
http://pop.pressdemocrat.com/default.asp?item=738568&mode=blog
Since I haven't been shooting much, I jumped at the chance to help him do this weeks Soundcheck with local bluegrass nutjobs Stiff Dead Cat.
We headed over to their studio with our gear and got all set-up. The band is super cool and HILLARIOUS...and I really dig their music. So I started thinking of cool shots and angles and then I turned my camera on. Immediately the battery light starts flashing...and the battery in there is like, good for 400 minutes. Oops. No worries though, I have a back up. I shoot for about 90 seconds on the dying battery then switch them out.
Battery #2 is so dead it won't even power the camera on. I didn't mention this to John or the band as I was too mortified at my stupidity.
I felt (and still feel like) a total rookie moron. I have NEVER done that before. The best part was when I told the band I stupidly didn't charge my batteries and SDC's singer Wiley goes, "Don't feel bad man, at least you don't have TWO dead batteries." The video still came out pretty good, but I don't think any of my three minutes of footage made it in:
http://pop.pressdemocrat.com/default.asp?item=771025&mode=
http://pop.pressdemocrat.com/default.asp?item=738568&mode=blog
Since I haven't been shooting much, I jumped at the chance to help him do this weeks Soundcheck with local bluegrass nutjobs Stiff Dead Cat.
We headed over to their studio with our gear and got all set-up. The band is super cool and HILLARIOUS...and I really dig their music. So I started thinking of cool shots and angles and then I turned my camera on. Immediately the battery light starts flashing...and the battery in there is like, good for 400 minutes. Oops. No worries though, I have a back up. I shoot for about 90 seconds on the dying battery then switch them out.
Battery #2 is so dead it won't even power the camera on. I didn't mention this to John or the band as I was too mortified at my stupidity.
I felt (and still feel like) a total rookie moron. I have NEVER done that before. The best part was when I told the band I stupidly didn't charge my batteries and SDC's singer Wiley goes, "Don't feel bad man, at least you don't have TWO dead batteries." The video still came out pretty good, but I don't think any of my three minutes of footage made it in:
http://pop.pressdemocrat.com/default.asp?item=771025&mode=
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
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