Reunited. (And it Feels So Good)

Say what you want about that song, but it is very important, since it sells us things on TV all the time. If you don't know what song I'm talking about, then I suggest you read the title of this post, as it directly relates to the subject matter of this particular post. If you don't feel like reading the title of this post, then... um...

Look over there! A Unicorn!


Oh sorry, it was just a regular horse.

So today I hung out with Kate, who has been my friend, well, since I was born. I'm not exaggerating, either. Really. What made this time so blog-worthy? Well, the last time we saw each other was nearly ten years ago. Yeah, nearly half our lives, when you think about it. The cool part was is we managed to talk for nearly three hours. I can talk a lot, apparently. My voice is actually hoarse. HaHa. Hoarse. It sounds like Horse, which was in my joke. It all ties in! Hilarious.

Anyway, it was cool. And you know what else is cool, kids? Reading my Blog. So if you read it, you're one of us cool kids.

One of us! One of us! One of us!

Withdrawal

Oh man, it has been a long time since I posted. I'm not very good at this, apparently.

So I'm currently going through withdrawals. Not from drugs, like most people who write about their symptoms, but from Gaming. I like to play pen and paper role-playing games, like Dungeons and Dragons and such. Since moving here, the amount of gaming I do has been drastically reduced from playing once or twice a week to... well, pretty much never. What kind of symptoms could I be having? Well, I'm constantly bored, I spend my day reading the rule books and making characters. I've been doing this almost every day for nearly a month now. If only my computer didn't suck so much, I would try playing with my friends via webcam.

I've been thinking that to get over this overwhelming desire to play, I should try posting an add on craigslist, or something. the more i think about it though, the creepier (and more pathetic) that sounds. Maybe I'll try going to a hobby store nearby, and seeing if I can join a group. I've got to do something, because this is getting ridiculous.


In other news, I've decided that I need to make a full-length feature. The big problem with features, though, is that they tend to require money, and usually more than a three person crew. Also, I don't have the attention span needed to bang out 90 pages. I can barely do four. But hot damn, I would like to do it. We'll see. Maybe I can come up with an idea, and then carry that idea tenderly to the page. Then very gently stroke that Idea's hair while it sleeps, and whisper encouraging (and moderately sexual) things in it's ear. Maybe.

So, you'd think that with the amount of time I spend at home, just sitting around the house scratching myself... er... playing video games and watching movies... that I would post more often. Such is not the case, it seems. Perhaps this means... I dunno... Stuff.

So, last year (October, maybe?) I decided I was going to start inking comics. Problem was, I had no comics to ink, so to teach myself I picked up a pot of ink, a pen and some nibs (not the delicious candy), and printed out some pencil drawings I found on the Internet. I still have no Comics to ink, but I like to think I'm getting pretty good at it. I wanted to share a picture or two with you, Internet. Check it out.


This one is the DC villain Solomon Grundy, Pencils by Jose Luis



This is a character from the show "Stormhawks", which is a pretty good show, actually. Pencils by Randy Green


This is Optimus Prime (obviously) and it is one of my favorites. Pencils by... someone from Deviant Art, I can't seem to find the picture again. it should still be on my computer, along with who drew it, I don;t see it anywhere, and cant find it on the website anymore. So if any of you know who drew this, let me know!

I wanted to be a Poet

I want to write a poem
So I'll take out my pen;
Take out my paper
And sit at my table.

Tap, Tap, Tap,
Goes my pen, as I ponder my Poem.

Should I describe the Sunset
In all it's radiant beauty?
The way it paints the clouds
With great yet subtle
Pinks and Purples?
The glorious Sunset,
In all it's remarkable... remarkableness...

No, it's been done to death,
And anyway, imagery's not really my bag.

I'll write about my Love
And how she makes my feel.
She makes me feel like a sunny day
Bright, and happy, and clear.
Like the birds sing a ditty,
Just for her and I, and
It's so lovely, in it's lovely... loveliness...

No, that one's been done
More than the other one,
And anyway, I'm no Romantic.

I'll write about Society.
Yeah, society, and how it's gone to shit.
But I don't really read the paper,
And I'm not sure whats going on
That makes it quite so bad,
Only that kids are growing up
Without any Dads.
Society, in all it's loathsome... loathability.

Tap... tap... tap...

I wanted to write a Poem,
Only I wasn't sure where to begin.
I took out my pen;
Took out my paper,
And the words never came.

I wanted to be Poet
But found I didn't know how.

Debates and Milk-Based Misfortunes

I got nothin' to say. It has dawned on me in the last few days, that I often have nothing to say, but I say something anyway. Weird, huh? And I'm not just talking about on this blog, I'm talking about real life.

I find myself spouting off opinions that don't really even belong to me, just so I can hear my own voice, or hopefully get into an argument with somebody. Maybe I should have been a lawyer, or someone else who argues and debates for living. Dare I say it? Dare I? I dare!

I should have been a Master... wait for it... Debater.

"Oh, I saw that coming." you say. "What a yutz!" you proclaim. Well, fuck you.

Anyhoo...

Recently Amanda and I have begun our foray into Veganism, which I have already failed at; I had a craving for potato chips and grabbed a bag of Sour Cream and Onion. My failure continued when I also grabbed a pack of gum... with Recaldent (a milk derivative, for those of you who don't know). I, of course, did not realize my mistake until I got home with said chips and gum. Hot damn, this is hard.

Despite my initial milk-based misfortunes, I think this is going to be okay. We have vegan cookbooks and the internet, what more do we need? Aside from the willpower necessary to avoid cheese. That one will be tough, since it is pretty much the most delicious substance in the known universe.

Wish us luck!

Here is something to think about until my next Post:


Catch phrase attempt #3:
Welcome to Earf.

Snake Poo Musings

Did you know snake poo stinks?

I mean REALLY stinks. Not the overwhelming stink of, say, a cat's litter box, but a wetter, musty, fill the room quickly kind of stink.

I never really noticed before, because Francis' tank was in the living room by a window, but now that is in our bedroom with a a closed door all the time you can really smell that smell. OoooO that smell. Can't you smell that smell?

In other news, watching Francis eat is really gross. His head is so very tiny, but he still manages to split his face open and cram a rat in there. It's craziness to the second degree (clearly not the the third, though)!

catch phrase attempt #2:
Get offa my lawn!

maybe?

Being paid for being Awesome

Instead of cleaning my house, I have decided to throw some more words at the Internet with a faint glimmer of hope that someone will stumble upon this blog and think I'm totally awesome. Then, perhaps that person will then decide that it would be a fantastic idea to tell me I'm awesome. And THEN maybe they will decide I'm so awesome, that they should pay me for being awesome! Awesome!

I'm not talking about you, faithful reader(s?). I'm talking about some random Internet browsing Rich Person with money to burn.

Since that is unlikely, I suppose I'd better go clean. I'll leave you to think about this:




PS. I feel like I need a catch phrase to sign off with. Here is my first attempt:

Seatbelts everyone!

no... that won't work...

Fiesta!!

TRUMPET FANFARE!! MIDGET JESTERS! CONFETTI! OTHER EXCITING THINGS!

These are all things that should be in my living room right now.

Did I just hear you ask "Why is that, Stu?" Clearly, I did. No, no. There is no use denying it. I heard what I heard, and you can't take it back now. Well let me tell you why these exiting things should be in my living room:

After my last post, I continued to sit in front of my computer. However, instead of looking at random crap on the Interwebz, I pulled up a script I had been working on. A script by the name of "Sneaky Bank." Now, what makes this script so special is that I have been working on it for four years. I had one page.

Well, not anymore, folks! I sat here and finished the damn thing! Granted, I only added three pages, but still. Finished! Hooray! And there was rejoicing throughout the land! Now I just have to do that with all the scripts I have on the go, and we'll be in business.

Take that, perpetual laziness! Put that in your sandwich and eat it, you bastard!

Late Nights with Stu

I need to be more ambitious. Here I am five years out of high school, four years out of film school, and still have yet to do one thing I'm really proud of- film related or otherwise. Now I know what your saying. You're saying "STFU, you whiny schmuck! this is the internet, nobody cares!"

You're right, I'm sure, but this post is meant to be more of a forum for me to sort out my brain-hole, rather than me sharing brilliant and witty insights with you.

The point is, I know I'll never be content working a regular job, but I just can't seem to motivate myself to do anything else. I mean, what's that about? Am I afraid of failing? Am I still unsure of what I really want to do? Or am I just really lazy? Sometimes I get really good ideas for something, but then I never do anything with said ideas, forgetting them soon after. Or worse yet, I'll start it, then get stuck somewhere near the beginning and lose interest; leaving it for ages, never really sure where to go with it; how to continue etc.

I'm not meant to be poor, living on minimum wage, scrounging for cash. I'm meant to be able to go out and buy a nice tailored suit; to buy pretty dresses and jewelry for my future wife; to buy toys and comics galore, and have room to keep them all.

I feel I'm meant for more. I just need Focus. I need Drive. I need a Muse.

I need... something...

Like "High School Musical," Only Good!!

I've recently begun watching Glee. Everyone told me I should, and that I would like it; and whilst I was sure that I would, I had no idea just how great it actually is.

Let me be perfectly clear about this:
Never have I been so completely in love with a show. It has even surpassed Buffy in my mind as the most amusing and entertaining shows to ever be produced, right beside How I Met Your Mother, which i also have a slightly unnatural love for.

I love Musicals. I love them so much, it's a wonder I'm not gay. And the kids in this show, man, can they sing. There is such a perfect mix of vocal personalities that it blows my mind consistently with each episode I watch, to say nothing of the characters in the show. I just can't help but love all the Glee kids, even the ones that annoy and bother the hell out me. And yes; sometimes the plot, dialogue, and the heavy-handed message of "Be Yourself!" seem stupefyingly after-school special, but that's part of it's charm, and really what all musicals are about anyways. I certainly can't remember a musical whose message required more than the IQ of a monkey wrench to pick up on.

I'm not going to get into the characters, or the plot with you here. I would rather let you discover them for yourself when you decide to take the plunge into the warm tropical waters that are Glee.

I will say this though. The one thing that would make it better: A Joss Whedon written and directed episode, in which nobody we care about dies (we all know how much he likes to do that). Oh, and Neil Patrick Harris should be on all the time. The world needs more NPH.

So you say it's your Birthday...

My birthday.

It's not for three weeks yet, but I found myself thinking about it today.

For the last few years I have tried to keep it low key, as I don't generally care for parties, or the recognition that I'm slowly getting older, and still doing nothing with my life. Inevitably though, someone tries to convince me of its importance and tells me I should be excited! After all, you can only turn [insert age here]once!

You can only catch herpes once too, but I don't think I've ever met anyone who's been excited to do so.

Anyway, someone always thinks I should have a party, or some other gathering of acquaintances; and while its true that I generally enjoy the company of said acquaintances, I really don't care to have the elevated position of guest of honor. In fact, one of my favorite birthdays was when my friends and I just played our weekly game of D&D, as per usual.

This year, however, I am faced with a new problem. I would like to spend my birthday playing D&D again (or something similar), but I cannot, as I no longer live in the same city as my other gaming friends, and don't really have many other friends here in Vancouver. I appear to be boned.

So, if anyone has a suggestion as to what I should do this coming June 6th (or D-Day, for you history buffs) tell me! right now I'm thinking Ninja Turtles Marathon.

It's Morphin' Time!

Whilst perusing my favorite online toy distributor today, I discovered that they have re-launched the original "Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers" T.V. show, and released a new toy line to go along with it. Ummm.... ZOMG AWESOME!!!

I haven't seen it yet, but I imagine it is just as sweet/awful as the original, only perhaps with slightly better video quality (it is remastered, after all). The regular ranger action figures do look pretty cool, though and if I had money I would totally buy them, although the Megazord does appear to be lacking a little bit. Granted, it is pretty hard to see clearly from a little crappy picture, but it doesn't seem to look nearly as awesome as the original, with all it's badass little chromed bits, although the overall sculpt looks a bit better.


The next thing they need to bring back is Gargoyles. That show was probably the greatest Disney cartoon ever, and it is definitely one of the greatest cartoons of all time.

Dishes are for chumps.

I need to do the dishes.

I don't wanna do the dishes, but I gotta. Then I have to clean the rest of the kitchen, too. I already did the living room (and it looks awesome, thank you), but I dread that kitchen. Not that it's really bad or anything; yes, it's a mess, but most of that is dishes and easily cleaned up. But you don't care, do you? I know I wouldn't if our positions were reversed.

I should really start putting something of interest on here.

Oh well.

When you milk awesome, you get Awesome Milk. (Bananaman Teaser)

Okay, so I haven't posted for nearly a month. Get something better to do with your time than check up on my blog.

I'm kidding! Stay here! I'll get better, I promise! Just don't leave me alone!

For those of you interested in all things Bananaman, Jon and I did some test shooting yesterday, just to see how the costume worked, and were slightly disappointed in the actual banana suit. I was, at least, I don't know about Jon. But, with the help of my girlfriend Amanda (she doesn't know it yet, but she's helping), we will have the costume in a working state by the time we do some real shooting. Huzzah!!

The footage we got was pretty rough, and we didn't get a lot, since it was mega windy, but Jon still edited it together to make a fairly decent little teaser in spite of our fairly bad footage. Enjoy it!

Bananaman Teaser from Butter Puddle Productions on Vimeo.

Did you enjoy it? If you didn't, then watch it again until you do.