Archive for January, 2006

Attack of the Lyrics: Jan. 11th, 2006

Wednesday, January 11th, 2006

The color of infinity
Inside an empty glass
I’m squinting my eye
And turning off and on and on
and off the light

It’s for this experimental film
Which nobody knows about and which
I’m still figuring out what’s going to go
In my experimental film

Yeah, you’re all gonna be in this experimental film
And even though I can’t explain it
I already know how great it’s

I already know the ending
It’s the part that makes your face implode
I don’t know what makes your face implode
But that’s the way the movie ends

And in my experimental film
Which nobody knows about but which
I’m still figuring out your face implodes
At my experimental film

Yeah, you’re all gonna be in this experimental film
And even though I can’t explain it
I already know how great it–
Even though I can’t explain it
I already know how great it’s

The color of infinity
Inside an empty glass
It’s for this experimental film
Which nobody knows about and which
I’m still figuring out what’s going to go
In my experimental film

Yeah, you’re all gonna be in this experimental film
And even though I can’t explain it
I already know how great it’s gonna–
Yeah, you’re gonna be in this experimental film
And even though I can’t explain it
I already know how great it–
Even though I can’t explain it
I already know how great it’s

Experimental Film
They Might Be Giants
The Spine

The Unfortunate Engagement, Part 1

Wednesday, January 11th, 2006

“I’m so glad we’re finally doing this.” She smiled brightly at him from across the restaurant table. He barely noticed. He had no idea why he was here. For days, his rendezvous with her had been the only thing on his mind. His work, his friends, his hobbies, they were all second to this, to her, to this meal. Now that he was finally here, he struggled to think of some way out.

It was the most uncomfortable situation he’d ever been in.

He squirmed awkwardly in his seat, contemplating what could’ve led him to think that he should even try to sit through an entire meal with her. She was the essence of purity in his eyes. She could do no wrong. She was perfect.

“My god, Joey was so jealous when I told him where we were going. This is like his favorite place.”

Unfortunately, the situation was not nearly so perfect.

He glanced up at her nervously, and stopped short of eye contact. “Oh? Heh. I really like this food here.” His hand clenched hard around the side of his chair. Who talks like that? He couldn’t figure out why he’d just said that. A thousand possibilities ran through his mind. He wondered if he’d remembered to arm the alarm on his car.

“Yeah, the food here is great. I really love the breadsticks. And they just keep bringing you more! If you just get the water, you can get out of here without paying anything!” She was so animated when she spoke. It was one of the most endearing things he’d ever noticed in any member of the opposite sex. He definitely hadn’t armed the alarm on his car, he realized. He knew at this very moment, someone was removing the stereo from his car. And there was nothing he could do about it. That thought process was suddenly interrupted by the scent of her perfume.

“The other day, oh god you’ll love this story, Joey and I were playing around on the internet…” Her voice trailed off into the nether parts of his mind. What was he doing? Why had he even arranged this little suaree? It’s not like she isn’t happy with her boyfriend. She manages to coax out at least three amusing anecdotes relating to him every twenty minutes. Each one made his stomach turn. He abhorred this ‘boyfriend.’ He loathed the man. He was the kind of boyfriend that made people wonder. Why would she stay with him? What do they possibly do at night besides fuck? Do they have anything in common?

His fingernails were almost irreversibly buried into the weakening fabric of the chair. It was then that he realized that she wasn’t even wearing perfume.

“Stereos in cars stop working if you disconnect them from the battery, right?”

She stared at him blankly for a moment.

“What?”

He had no idea why he had just asked her that. He cleared his throat. “If you um, if someone stole the radio from my car, it wouldn’t work if they hooked it up to another car, right?” He quickly took a sip of his drink.

“No, I don’t think it will. Why?”

“No reason.”

“What a funny thing to ask! Speaking of which, I was on the phone with Joey the other day, and this song came on the radio…”

He took another sip of his drink. It was going to be a long night.

Read part two.

The Google Video Store

Wednesday, January 11th, 2006

In a word: sucks.

What were they thinking?

On the grammar police needing a funding cut

Tuesday, January 10th, 2006

Pointing out mistakes in the grammar of others is an alarming trend among elitists.

I try to stay impartial, because nothing irritates me more than seeing someone on the Internet ranting at great lengths about how much better they are than another group. Unfortunately, this is something that is irritating me beyond what I thought was possible.

Again, I’m not going to pass judgement here. I’d love to explore the intricacies of why people point out grammar mistakes and bring them to light, but I’d rather not. I will pose this: is it a superiority complex?

Of course, I am aggravated by these little things, too. I just don’t feel like it’s my place to point out that I know more about grammar than someone, especially in a public forum. That’s a more overarching rant, though — people who elucidate the shortcomings of others in a public way. I won’t even go into that.

I don’t want to take sides, or go on the attack. So I’ll just say this: if you point out a grammar mistake that I’ve made, and you’re not editing my goddamn thesis paper, I’m not going to take you seriously anymore.

On saying what you mean

Tuesday, January 10th, 2006

Keenan: argh
Keenan: why do people insist on giving me attitude when they know I am right

On windows in weird places

Tuesday, January 10th, 2006

There’s a window in my pantry.

This fact burns a hole in my brain on a daily basis.

We have it covered, but that’s not the point. I can’t imagine why the architect who designed this apartment would see fit to include a window in a pantry. It’s quite obviously a pantry, with long wide shelves going all the way to the back and barely enough room to walk.

So, why the window?

Did they think, this pantry is so big, when you get to the end, you’re gonna want to stop and enjoy the scenery? Like, I’ve worked hard to get to the other end of this pseudo-room, and I’m going to enjoy the fruits of my labor. Hell, maybe I’ll go into the pantry even when I’m not looking for food or anything else I might be storing in it. I just want to look out my creepy little window.

I could probably leer at the neighbors through it or something. Maybe I could set the end of the pantry up as a surveillance department, with listening devices and secret cameras peeking out of our “fort” into the scary beyond of the building next to us.

Just talking about that window makes me all confused.

Post-Production: Reshoots

Sunday, January 8th, 2006

I’ll go ahead and “announce” it.

We have to reshoot roughly half of The Last Regret.

There’s nothing wrong with the footage we have; in fact, it looks amazing, and the rough cut has gotten nothing but praise (for the most part.) There’s just an issue that requires us to reshoot.

I’ll go into it more later.

Attack of the Lyrics: Jan. 8th, 2006

Sunday, January 8th, 2006

Just too much information
Electronic Stimulation
All this media saturation
Just gives me more aggravation
Gather round your television
Micro waving our religion
Download RAM and Gigabytes
Won’t let computers run my life
Wanna Disconnect
I wanna break free
I wanna cut off the umbilical
Electronic Leash
Unplug my phone
Wanna blow up my screen

Don’t wanna hear all the lies
and the lines they’re selling to me
I wanna break free
Got a virus I’m infected
Gonna cut off my connection
Tendrils tied up misdirection
Come and witness my defection
Data counting our destruction
Suicidal file corruption
The Revolution’s Wireless

Disconnect
Pennywise
The Fuse

On suddenly needing a new car

Saturday, January 7th, 2006

Sweet Jesus.

On filmmaking versus writing

Saturday, January 7th, 2006

I’m torn between writing and making films.

On the one hand, when you write something, you are allowing the reader to create their own interpretation of your writing in their mind. You give them the tools necessary to imagine your story however they see it. It’s much more real, and much more personal, because they will incorporate their own personality and preconceptions into their vision.

When you make a film, you are taking your own vision and showing it to others.

Insofar as that, filmmaking is much more of a selfish art.

I think it better suits my original intent, though. I got into filmmaking to be able to share what I envision with others, which is precisely what the medium allows. It’s just that, it would be interesting to see someone else’s interpretation of my writing, too.