Lights, Camera…

28 09 2006

In my spare time, (I swear it’s spare, really!) I’ve been figuring out how to use iMovie HD. Posted here for your enjoyment is my first attempt at some sort of video blog-cast thingy. I may take this further…in the summer Rockwell and I were flirting with the idea of creating a little podcast of our own…something along the lines of Ask a Ninja. Then again, this may just be a one time thing. But it’s a lot of fun, so I hope it isn’t. Please keep in mind this is the first time I’ve ever done any kind of video editing. Also, the part where I come on and talk is in a sepia tone because it helped hide the fact that I was kinda tired and messy and probably gross-looking. (It was late at night.) Oh, and please note: the part where I talk is a little quiet ’cause I was trying not to wake up the people in the next room. So, turn the volume up at that part.

Sooo without further ado:

Edit: Video removed for being bad.


What would I do without…

26 09 2006

Dave’s becoming Greg. says: (11:13:44 AM)
send me that email you awful fishbean
Rockwell says: (11:14:01 AM)
i did you flapping snortcat
Rockwell says: (11:14:09 AM)
just now

Breaking story: I just ate my last french vanilla pudding. Man those are good. And now I’m going to read about Socrates for Philosophy tomorrow. Maybe I’ll get corrupted.

Becoming Greg

26 09 2006

So I’ve decided that I’m going to audition for…some kind of theatrical production at the university. I actually know nothing about what I’m auditioning for, but the email I got (I’m on the mailing list thanks to Theatre Studies, yay) just says to have a monologue prepared and to expect a 10-minute audition that may or may not include cold reading and improv. After a quick perusal of Monologue Archive I found a funny, modern monologue that I thought would work pretty well. It’s a little speech by a character named Greg, from a play called ETA: Phoenix, by Nick Zagone. The monologue’s pretty funny. Enjoy:

GREG: I said what are your intentions Johnny? I know. You come here to Phoenix to sell me your frames, maybe fit in some ‘gars and golf. But intentions… The fact of the matter is John our father’s taught us well. Price. Margins. Inventory. The power of a handshake. Live to close. Close to live. “Never make them buy a product, you make them buy– an opportunity.” You have one. Ten Grand is a fair deal. But what exactly. Are. Your. Intentions. [Greg is about to putt, but stops short.] Hey, it all comes down to intentions. Intentions Johnny. Yours. Mine. The worlds? The fact of the matter is I’m glad you came John. Very. We’ve always been close. Two men each carrying out their respected father’s wishes. That’s more than just business acquaintances. That’s a connection. Sorry about the old man by the way. Damn shame. But enough business. The fact of the matter is your trip to Phoenix couldn’t have come at a better time. Heather and I just parted ways. Not much to tell. It all comes back to intentions John! Heather was always a bit self-conscious. Preoccupied with her looks. Always a great body. A very “hot” body. But for whose intentions? The fact of the matter is Johnny– somewhere she crossed the line. I mean–She wasn’t well. Psychologically. Between you and me? All she’d eat? Carrots. Carrots! Raw carrots John. That’s all she was eating. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Swear to God. Carrots. Even if we went out to eat, she’d throw down the menu and pull out a carrot. I didn’t have a wife. I had a rabbit. But that’s not all. It got worse. Listen I don’t know if you know what happens when all your diet consists of is carrots, especially in sun like this… the fact of the matter is Johnny: Heather turned orange. My wife. Her skin. My wife was orange. The carrots and the melanin or the keratin and this climate…? I don’t know Johnny, but when you come home and there’s something orange sitting on your couch watching Oprah and eating a carrot, and you can’t get to your beer in the refrigerator because it’s filled top to bottom with carrots, and everywhere you go you’re seeing carrots… the fact of the matter is Johnny and I’m trying like hell to quit saying “the fact of the matter is,” but the fact of the matter is– it gives you pause. What were her intentions John? What were her intentions for turning orange? Were they hers at all? Were they mine? Yours? The world’s? The questions are confounding. But we must believe in our answers. [Greg finally putts. He misses.] Goddamned son of a bitch! [He breaks his putter.] Bastards! [A pause] Tell you what. I’m gonna take an eleven. [He picks up his ball.] The next hole has a ball washer! [He exits.]

Theatre Blues

21 09 2006

My current Theatre assignment is slaying me. It’s due Friday. We are asked to do research on the particulars of the Theatre program at York University and the Drama Program at Queen’s, and then write a comparative essay. That includes the usual tangents such as, what kind of implications does that have…what conclusions can we draw…et cetera.

Relevance to the course? I don’t know. Don’t even ask, I don’t want to think about it.


Y’arr, M8-E.

20 09 2006

My pirate name is:

Bloody Davy Rackham

Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it’s the open sea. For others (the masochists), it’s the food. For you, it’s definitely the fighting. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

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Sing Me Spanish Techno

19 09 2006

I’ve made a new friend in iPhoto! Here are some of the photos I’ve taken to indulge myself, complete with various (blatantly amateurish) effects! (The cat is Casper. He hangs around outside my room a lot and I tried to take a picture of him sleeping but my laptop’s fan woke him up…so if he looks groggy that’s why. He’s usually a pretty affectionate cat but is also a huge pain…sheds like it’s going out of style. Anyway…)

Not much to say today, really – the fact that it’s Monday basically speaks for itself. I couldn’t think of a good title for this post so I named it after one of many new tracks I’ve been enjoying in the past week. Sing Me Spanish Techno is a not-so-popular song of The New Pornographers’. Here’s a brief little rundown of some of the other stuff I’ve been listening to lately:

The New Pornographers
Snow Patrol
Zero 7
The Shins!

And apparently Mogwai has found its way back onto my master playlist too. Makes for something good to listen to when you need to block out other distractions and concentrate. I’m looking for more stuff like that, if anyone has any reccomendations. I need to remember to use Pandora more often.

On Saturday night when I was in Hamilton I went to see The Last Kiss. I was torn between that and The Illusionist, The Black Dahlia, and The Protector. Dahlia was my first choice because I thought it would lend itself best to my Media assignment due October 5th. But then I read a bunch of bad reviews on Rotten Tomatoes, and the second-highest-rated new release was TLK so I went with that. I’m not sure now what I thought of it though. Well-acted? Yeah. Funny? Yeah. I guess it just wasn’t very fulfilling – especially not in the way Garden State was. At any rate, I have to write a 1000-word report on it in which I, “with specific reference to film language, critically analyze the most sophisticated, important element of the film and explain how this element leads to the film’s popularity.” At the moment I have no idea what I’ll say, but I’m guessing an answer will present itself once I do the Media reading for this week.

I think the biggest challenge I’m facing right now as far as school goes hasn’t got anything to do with the “difficulty” of the content – it’s the sheer volume of information that needs to be processed and documented, as well as deciding what info is important and what isn’t. Today I read the first 75 pages of my Psychology text, and I can only hope I retained most of the key points. Time-management is going to be tricky too. My copy of Blink has sat neglected beside my printer for about a week because I just haven’t made time for pleasure-reading. (If you’re reading this Kat – yes, I bought a copy for me too.)

I also got a haircut this weekend, but you can’t really tell. That’s the way I like it. I bought this icky stuff to put in it, and it looks kinda neat but feels pretty gross. Haven’t decided if it’s a permanent change yet or not. I need to go wash today’s gunk out of my hair so I can re-gunk it tomorrow. It’s like a metaphor for life, man.

Microsoft Makes a Play

14 09 2006

I just read this interesting article that says Microsoft is releasing an interesting mp3 player called Zune. The author seems to think that the idea is for this thing to compete with Apple’s iPod. What it can do that the iPod can’t is use WiFi to share tracks with nearby Zune owners. But there are certain limitations, like you can’t play a track you got that way more than 3 times per day. It doesn’t give a lot of details, like storage capacity or physical size or any of that other stuff that matters, but it sounds like an interesting development to be sure.

Another news item: as everyone knows by now, there was a school shooting at Dawson College in Montreal yesterday. A man in black, identified as Kimveer Gill, began a shooting spree with semi-automatic weapons. An 18 year-old girl was killed and some 19 others are wounded. It’s surprising that more people weren’t fatally shot, but time will tell what happens to those other people. Anyway, Mr. Gill was eventually fatally gunned down by police. (UPDATE: Witnesses have now said that Mr. Gill actually turned a gun on himself after being shot in the leg by police.) The media has given a great deal of attention to the blog Gill maintained before his violent act. The website emphasized his love of guns and his fascination and enthusiasm regarding Columbine-style shootings. Several articles are available on Google News for more info.

I’m sitting in Guelph’s UC as I make this entry, watching people go back and forth while I enjoy my playlist of some of the stuff I’ve been listening to lately – notably tracks from the Garden State soundtrack. The one I can’t get out of my head is “In the Waiting Line” by Zero 7. At 7:00 I have my first Languages of the Media lecture, which is nearly 3 hours long. I’m looking forward to it.

I don’t know for sure what my plans for the weekend are yet, but I may be heading home again to get some things done and hang out with Paul. Looking forward to that too.