uh.... I've lately been pulling out my old VCR tapes transferring them into my brand new 160 GB hard drive.
And there's some fun stuff... like the video we made at Six Flags where I'm singing When I come around by Green Day... and there's a calvacade of friends I never thought I'd see in a Cheesy Video together let alone on a four trip across Missouri.
And there's one I made one day bored and Jeff's and my old apartment in Springfield. Jeff has just gotten his frist Camcroder and I was messing with it... filmed my own Scene from Ferris Bueller's Day off... good time good times.
But the worst of all this is my BFA reviews from college. How did I ever pass that third one. I mean talk about an actor who can't imbue a character to save his life. I never understood why I wasn't getting roles in stuff.
Now I know. Wow, each piece it's the same character. Same gestures same voice. GOd I look at these and want to smack myself.
I assure myself that everything I learned in those years led to becoming a better actor... you know when I'm doing dinner theatre in Jefferson City....
I want to go back and show him the way... let him relax... show him a character... let the teachers see something different in every piece. I can hear now the teachers saying it but it was so lost on me then.
Just wow... there's an acting II piece in here.. I did it with Pat that is total Sophmore masturbation.
I want to strangle myself at the lost oppertunity... to really learn.
But again I did learn... one thing you watch from review to review is that I settle down. The first one I'm all over the place... bouncing off walls and what not ... by the third at least I'm settled. I'm gesticulating like a conductor at a symphony... at least I'm standing there. Moving when it seems necessary. (Or at least could be justified.)
And why am I doing a monologue from Kids in the Hall on my FINAL review.
Shake that kid. Someone... I always felt that Dept was a little too passive... to pass my third review was ridiculous. Don't pass me... say hey, let me somthing different... go out on a limb... But no. I never failed a review.
Profs always said there was a real actor in me... too bad they never got to see it.
Matt
Been having trouble sleeping lately. Can't figure out why. Brain just juts on overdrive and I'm thinking about random crab in my head.
For some reason tonight, I'm thinking about what a great play Little Shop of Horrors is. I was teaching a bunch of kids the drama involved.
You see... I Start in my imaginary forum. It's all set-up by the song "Downtown." The second song of the show. It's miseable and no one's happy. Including out protagonist, Seymour. All his life's he's been poor, he sings. "Where depressions just status quo.... Someone show me the way to get out of here/ cause I constantly pray I'll get out of here/ someone tell me I still could get out of here/ someone give me my show or I'll rot here."
This whole song has to show the horrible lives our main characters. That's why they go to the extremes with the plant. The plant brings in business so Seymour gives blood to the plant. Feeds Mushnick.
And utlimate;y just as he thinks he should stop he remembers the one thing he wants above all else.
No! No! There;s only so far you can bend
No. No. This nightmare must come to an end.
No. NO! You've got no alternative Seymour old boy
Although you'll be broke again an unemployed
It's the only solution it can't be avoided
the vegetable must be destroyed.
Moment as Seymour sees Audrey in the window.
But, then, there's, Audrey. Lovely, Audrey.
If like we're Taudrey and impovrished as before.
She might not like me.
She might not WANT me.
Without that plant....
She might not love me any more.....
Poor Seymour. By Keeping Audrey II alive he's sealed Audrey I and his own fate. (Cause in the play they die.)
Seymour's main objective is Audrey. The rest is details. Yeah sure he'd like a Harley Machine, cruising around like he was James Dean. Getting out of Skid Row is secondary to AUdrey. As someone who's played the poor kid, I say that he could have been happy with Audrey living on Skid Row.
Music and lyrics bu Menkan and Ashman who you also have heard music from Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast and some of the Aladdin songs (Tim Rice came on Aladdin after Ashman's death.) (Oh I also forgot Aj's Favrorite Newsies) The songs make you feel the role. One of the easiest roles for me to play (it also helps I'm a nerd at heart) because songs like Suddenly Seymour are written so well the love pours out through the music and words.
Lift up your head
Wipe off that masscara
Here take my Kleenex
Wipe the lipstick away
Show me a face as clean as the morning
I know things were bad
But now they're okay
If that is sappy I love you lyrics I don't know what is.
Boop Beep. Boop Beep.
That sounds can only mean one thing. The return of 24.
I've always found this show to be the best show on TV. And there's a fondness in my heart for season 3 because wow that's just all over the place. One hour you're in Mexico watching Jack outbid Nina for some chemical weapons. A few hours later the weapons been released in a hotel downtown. Jack goes so far as to threaten to put one of the villians daughters into the hotel if he doesn't comply.
Jack's a madman.
This season has started off with a bang. Literally. Mainstay of the show President Palmer is shot in the throat and killed. RUshing to help a few minutes later Michelle and TOny are taken out in a car bomb. (Although if Tony can survive a shot to the neck only to 4 hours later return to run CTU in season 3... he can surely survive this.)
What's beautiful is that all Jack's co-hort's are also taken out. Sure this Curtis and Bill and Audrey and, of course, Chloe, but when Samwise Gamgee comes into run the show all bet's are off. Will they believe Jack (with his lover's testimony?)
But tonight... after work Ryan and I sit down to watch night two. The terrorists are over run bt CTU members Jack free's himself and picks up a gun. Ryan and I jump up and down... Jack's got a gun! Jack's got a gun! I've said it a hundred times give Jack a gun and the world is saved.
But what happens next?
Will Bill be fired? And what about the crazy first lady? And the evil Aide to the president? Where the hell is all this going? Only one way to find out keep watching the show.
It was like the National Weather Service calling another hurricane. In the middle of Pro Games the news broke in that Vince Young is going pro.
And I wasn't shocked.
I knew I told you. I told Kristen at lunch the other day. She didn't believe me.
His stock is too high. There would be no other greater time than right now for him to go pro. To get that Nike contract. To make millions.
But to where? Houston has said that they're picking Reggie Bush. They need a RB. But now Vince is free. Vince from Houston. Grew up a Houston fan. No team would embrace Vince more than Houston. David Carr or Vince?
If not Houston than where? San Fran or the Saints. Both could use them but the Saints have a better Offensive Line.
Wherever he goes Draft Day I can't wait to see Vince in the Pros.
Matt
I've been reading.
That's actually a stupid statement as I always read. I've read books forever.
I've been reading a new book.
Every book is new, this is is also a stupid statement.
I've been reading a book that has changed my life (for the moment.)
It's called The Game. The authour Neil Strauss,has written some high profile books in the past. He spent a year touring with Motley Crue. He lived with Jenna Jameson and her husband. And he wrote books about it.
His latest subject is on pick-up artists. It happened on accident. An editor set him onthe task of writing a quick article on an online news group of Pick-up Artists (or PUA's) But what happened changed his life forever. He bacame one. And worse he became a leader. He became a guru.
The bok starts out by outlining the ways he learned tidbits of information. Little tricks to starting conversations with women then keeping them there. And the beauty is he this informaion becomes unnecessary to unfolding the rest of the story. He changed his name and became Style. And Style started as a forty year old balding "chump" to one of most talked about PUA's in the community. But the reaosn Style was the best was because he was his own person.
Style used Style. He gets in using personality. Charm. After the initial meeting women just like him.
And The further Style gets in with the communiy the more he realizes people are not just copying his techniques but the very lines and phrasing. He realizes that with his help what the community has helped build is robots. His personality sealed the deal with women. Most of the robots could spend 20 minutes with a girl before the girl realizes he's got nothing left. A particular 'robot' aptly named Tyler Durden regurgitates all Style's moves but instead plows women with the techniques until he gets a positive response.
Style notices that many of the robots he perpetuates can't hang they don't .
He notices as the community moves on that everyone else has quit their jobs dropped out of school.
Style constantly finds himself fighting not only what he's becoming but the sychophants that follow. He started this search to meet women. To do what he had been unable to do in the past. And instead bcreated what he despises.
But it works. I've tried the simpliest techniques on girls at work and they gush I'm amazing.
Should be an interesting 2006.
Matt
WOW.
Wowie, McWowerson.
What a fucking game. Sorry about the expletive but wow.
That Rose Bowl game was just wow. No matter who won that was the most fantastic game all year. College or Pro.
Vince Young was amazing. Was he even trying? It looked like he was running at half speed sometimes.
Vince won that game. He was on fire. 30 for 40 in passing? You're kidding me. Over 200 yds passing AND over 200 yards running. The guys a one man team.
And if anyone think he's coming back they're nuts. I mean I hope he does. Come back another championship and towin the Heisman for real, but I gotta think he won't
I spent the night watching the game at Kilt where Ryan's befriended of many of the lovely ladies (some of which are sitting here tonight watching 40 year Old Virgin as I write this.) And just fun. The beers were good, the company was great and we won the game. 7 of us standing on our chairs humming the tune of the Longhorns theme.
Vince on 4 and 5 skipping into the endzone.
Wow.
Apparently it's champion Weekend here in Austin the Tower's litBurnt Orange and Vince Young is a god.
Should be fun.
So as it is we're taking this time to remember what we've learned in the past year. I should do that, too.
But I won't.
But I will instead wish for what '06 will bring to me.
What I hope for the New Year is more money, more spare time, the 6 weeks of working out will continue.
I hope Smallville is picked up for year 6. (Year five viewership is up 28% over last season)
I hope that I meet the girl I can marry so that we can get started on the rest of our life.
Something about my career (other than bartending.)
And finally I hope that Christina Aguilera dumps that lame ass rich producer guy and goes for poor cheap little me.
Matt