Strange Bloopers

I recently Directed a Music video for the band Summerbirds in the Cellar. If you haven't heard them then you should immediately head over to their offical homepage Summerbirds.com You can also check out the video I made in the "videos" section of the website.

For all of you that have already seen the video, here is a quick blooper reel from the shoot. Enjoy.

Goodnight, Goodnight

So, I graduated...(I'll give you a moment to finish clapping) and over the past few days I've found myself is this wonderful utopia where I'm not required to worry too much about anything. Or at least, nothing school related.

So, obviously in order to prepare for the gritty crime/drug/drama film I'll be working on in January I've been watching a lot of movies...in particular, romantic comedies. And I've found that everyone of these movies has a universal scene that links them all together. At some point in the film the guy character and the girl character are so taken a back by each other that they can't wait to get out of their vehicle and into the comfort of their house to start making out, no, they have to make out right there in the car, and on the way to the door, and while they fumble for their keys to unlock the door, etc.

And so I got to thinking, and I can't remember any time in my life when this event has occurred to me. As I continued to think, I wondered if it had ever happened to anyone outside the realm of the romantic comedy. Am I just an outcast that has been without enough passion to led to such an event? Well if so, I say, "no more!"

I pledge to make out with someone from the car to the house, (and perhaps through the house, maybe around the house, we could even do a couple laps) by January first of this year. I realize this doesn't give me much time...but, I'm a busy man and in addition to that, I'm an impatient man. So come on ladies, get on it you only have three weeks. Also, I will be in Georgia from the 21st-27th and if you come all the way to Atlanta, you get bonus points.

Merry Christmas to me!...Hopefully.

Soon I'll be famous and none of this will matter

I have class on Mondays in Daytona. Which may sound like it sucks, but I like to drive and when I leave early I get a chance to surf or just sit on the beach, so it’s not that bad.

The class is American Lit. II and one of the last classes I will ever take. Which is sweet. But, it's three hours long and my teacher just began to sing. He sang a whole song. Is this necessary to the teaching of literature? There's only like seven people in the class so needless to say I feel a little awkward.

It's like at Macaroni Grill when the guy comes to your table and sings and you don’t know if you should clap or tip him or just try and ignore it. Pretty much the same situation.

Wait...ok he finished...and the class clapped, but everyone looks as confused as I do so at least I'm not alone.

But, now that I think about it, if I was a teacher I'd sing too, just to confuse my students and make sure they're listening. On second thought, this teacher is genius; I've got to go listen, because apparently we're discussing Robert Frost.

Oh, wait...I just realized I don't care. Oh nine o'clock, where are you?