Online Short Film Festival

There's a batch of films up at the NSI's web site. www. nsi-canada.ca

Some good ones. Some weird ones. Worth your time.

Why You Should Never Meet Someone You're a Fan Of, Part 1

Many people would call me when I was a DJ, begging me to get them backstage to meet their favorite bands.

Now, seriously people, it's quite difficult to get backstage. Your favorite DJ really isn't going to be able to help you. They're lucky if they can get themselves backstage, nevermind you.

Okay. Back on topic.

So, the want to meet celebrities surprises me because:

1. Really, what are you going to have in common? Will you ever see them again? Basically, it's a pointless waste of time.

2. You will most likely be let down.

Now, for #2, I have to say... I've met a few celebs that didn't let me down, but I wasn't a huge fan of any of them. When you're a huge fan of someone, meeting said person is always going to fall short of expectations. And, sometimes, they're actual jerks.

Here's a personal story...

I've always been a huge Wide Mouth Mason fan.

I had a change to MC one of their concerts for some sort of charity... I can't quite remember what it was for...

Anyways, I thought that would be pretty cool. If anything, it'd get me a good view of the show.

So, I introduce the band. I come off stage and they go on. Their manager flags me down and mentions that they're going to do an encore and would like the radio station (me) back onstage to rev up the crowd (throw out t-shirts, etc). I said fine... whatever... I'm staying for the day (it was a multi band thing). The dude tells me what song to listen for and I go on my merry way.

Now, here's where things get funny.

So, I come back when they're doing their last song. I ask the manager if an encore is still planned. He assures me one is.

The band comes off the stage. I go back up with some t-shirts.

I'm reving up the crowd and I look behind me to see if the band is ready to go. They're still drinking water, ect.

I throw another t-shirt.

When I look back again, I just manage to catch...

The band jumping the hockey boards and heading out the back doors to their tour bus.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

To tell you the truth, I don't remember what I did exactly. All I remember is that I was stuck up there hyping a band that wasn't coming back and I was pissed off. They knew I was up there getting the crowd ready for an encore and they jumped the boards and left!

Their manager apologized profusely, but I have to tell you... I haven't been a very big fan since.

Rip Off!

I know that Westlife has made a pretty good career off of covering songs, but this is absolutely ridiculous.


And now...


Like seriously.

I found that 'Amazing' song in my iTunes and did a double take. Not only do I not remember BUYING it, but it sounds a lot like I Want It That Way...

Being the geek that I am, I put both of them into Audition and synched them up. It's uncanny.

God, when will people start getting new ideas? I'm not sure if it's the same sample, or blatant plagarism, but they sound stupidly alike. Like all music now. Sheesh.

EDIT: A better version of I Want It That Way...

One Question...

Is NCIS spec-able yet?

Seriously.

I've toyed over doing an NCIS spec for years. It's been on for years. It's climbed up the ratings. Can I spec it yet?

Gah.

Also, I've spent all weekend doing homework. If the weather wasn't so sub par, I'd be a lot more upset.

I'm currently going through all of the stuff I wrote in my intro creative writing class last year to find something to submit for admission into the regular and advanced classes.

The good news?

The stuff is salvageable.

Is that horrible? That the good news is that it's salvageable? God, at least it isn't garbage I guess. I don't know if my brain could cope with that today. Or, maybe it is garbage and I'm just delusional.

Okay. Procrastination over. Back to work.

Is This What We Call Irony? Maybe?

I had completely forgotten about this song... Self full filling prophecy anyone?

Well, he now carries cocaine in a pill bottle labeled 'calcium' and his girlfriend's roommate has to hold him down on the front lawn to stop him from drinking and driving. Go Steven!



I'm not necessarily anti-anything... I'm more anti-stupid. Instead of being a health nut, I'm just anti-arteriosclerosis (and if I spelled that right, I deserve a medal), I'm not anti-tanning, I'm anti-cancer (why don't you just bathe yourself in cancer! Oh, wait, you already have). I'm not necessarily an environmentalist, I'm just anti-let's-all-drown-into-the-ocean.

I'm not anti-drugs, I'm just pro-brain-power and anti-lets-fry-my-brain-and-make-myself-stupid.

Oh, and this is absolutely fucking hillarious.

Useful Blathering... Well, Depending on Your Perspective I Guess

I tend to blather a lot.

Whoops.

I've been tossing some ideas around in my head for the last little while. I have a couple I'd like to blog a bit about to try and sort out my thoughts a bit.

The first is actually an old idea. I wasn't really getting into the couple new projects I'd started, so I headed back to an old one. I believe I actually have a whole post somewhere on why I should never write a book, but I've started working on a novel-ish project that I started... oh my gosh... like three years ago. The story line had been floating through my head quite a bit lately and I figured 'why not'?

What I have done is switch up my writing process a bit to keep me from going too ADD. I've started to outline it pretty much exactly like I would a screenplay. I have no clue why, but the first time I attempted to write such a long narrative project, I thought it would be just fine to jump right in with nothing but a page of notes scribbled on loose leaf. Not one of my brighter moments. Hopefully, by keeping the process highly organized, it'll alleviate some of the ADD-ish-ness and stuff.

The other project I've been thinking about kind of centers around my job, so I can't say too much. What I can say is that I work in a bit of a... death sector?? If that makes any sense. I regularly deal with people who are dying or dead (well, then I guess I wouldn't actually be dealing with them) or grieving. I think I could probably take this somewhere interesting, but I'm unsure of the direction I'd like to take. I have a bit of a quirky story line I'd like to try, but I'm unsure if it's appropriate. I might try a bit more of a suspense/drama-ish story line.

I had a couple of projects started... a romantic screenplay and a narrative piece. Both seemed great in my head and on paper, but both have sort of stalled. As for the first, I just couldn't find my characters and I didn't feel connected. As for the second, it wasn't making me feel good to write it. The topic was just a little too fresh personally and instead of being cathartic, it just made me feel like shit.

I laughed my ass off watching a clip of Celeb Apprentice tonight. Someone sent me a link to Trace Atkins (sp??) buying nail polish for the BSB. They had the most ridiculous rider and Trace looked like he was going to kick their little asses. If I were ever famous, I'd have the most ridiculous rider just to make smoking gun. I swear. I'm not sure what I'd request... maybe I'd request entertainment. Jesters. Jugglers. Mimes. As for food... what's hard to find? Hmmm... Aloe Juice from Shopper's. Try to find that in Iowa! Old Dutch chips. Cloddhoppers. A latte flown in from South Africa. I don't even like coffee!

I hear that Celine Dion or someone has to have her freaking water at a certain temperature.

Can you imagine how delusional you'd be if you had an army of people on this earth with the sole purpose of catering to your every whim? My God.

I think this would be a good place to stick a youtube link...

I've been listening to this quite a bit. Funny how she's actually talented despite most of us only hearing about how much coke she snorts.

(And I could go into a whole rant about how stupid coke is, but I'll hold back. I mean, how retarded are people? Seriously.)

Random Blathering

I start school again in a couple weeks. I feel like bursting out into song. Seriously. I'm such a geek.

I'm at the Giant University -- otherwise known as the U of M -- this semester, so it should be interesting. The building where my psych class (that I've since dropped) was supposed to be held burned down in preparation for my arrival.

Someone from my previous job was in town this past week and I meant to see him, but I ran out of time. I feel bad about this, but at the same time, it would have been awkward. I've been very careful in my contact with people from my Horrible Job... I've only actually talked to two people there since I left... One I ran into in town before I left and I chat with on FB every now and then, and the other was one of my best friends at work and I kept in touch. The reason is this... I know that people probably took sides and I have no need to further taint my mental image of that job with the knowledge of who took who's side. Not only do I not want to find out about who didn't take my side, but I also don't want to lament about what happened with the people who did take my side because I'm seriously scared that I'll start to cry all over again and all of those feelings of betrayal and stupid childish anger will come back.

Yes, I'm melodramatic.

The person who treated me like shit was a friend, so, yeah, I do take it personally. When I think about what happened and how much and how often I was lied to, and how hard I worked to make this person's business a success story, I still feel like I was punched in the chest.

I wish I could dump the whole story here on the net. I really do. Because I think it would actually help me a whole lot to put the whole experience in writing. Cathartiscism and all that stuff. (And, yes, I just made that word up.)

I think the fact that I feel the need to explain myself to nameless people on the internet says a lot about the situation... although I'm not sure exactly what.

On the other hand, I'm a total hot yoga convert. Maybe this will lead me to Zen and the Art of Letting Go.

And one final note... this is totally not the post I sat down to write. Actually, I had something worthwile to say... but somehow, it morphed into the crap you see before your eyes.