Who's this douche bag Rico?
This is the trailer to my buddy Brandon Vedder's short film, Puffer Fish. It was selected to the 2009 Malibu International Film Festival last month, and faired pretty well, I'd say. Really well, actually. Check out AllCutUpFilms.com for more info on the guy...
PS: For a small fee, Rico will make an appearance at your next birthday party, baptism, or bar mitzvah. Message me for more info.
9/23/09
7/4/09
One More Day
Time's a wastin',
While I'ma pacin'.
But it's around,
Without a frown.
Cause she smiles,
When I walk that extra mile.
Time's a wastin',
While I'ma erasin'
Work years in the makin',
Without the takin'.
But what's the exchange
When I have so much to change.
Time's a wastin',
While I'ma chasin'
That memory, a dream, a stream
Of happiness, of love, from above.
Time's a wastin',
While I'ma facin'
All this misery, mistrust, and lust;
A life on the cusp that's never enough.
Time's a wastin'
While I'ma lacin'
These boots of mine,
Planning to find some reason or ryhyme
To time and space
And everyone's face.
I'ma wastin',
Watchin' time a racin'.
Old, fray, and gray;
I lay and decay,
Prayin' for just one more day.
While I'ma pacin'.
But it's around,
Without a frown.
Cause she smiles,
When I walk that extra mile.
Time's a wastin',
While I'ma erasin'
Work years in the makin',
Without the takin'.
But what's the exchange
When I have so much to change.
Time's a wastin',
While I'ma chasin'
That memory, a dream, a stream
Of happiness, of love, from above.
Time's a wastin',
While I'ma facin'
All this misery, mistrust, and lust;
A life on the cusp that's never enough.
Time's a wastin'
While I'ma lacin'
These boots of mine,
Planning to find some reason or ryhyme
To time and space
And everyone's face.
I'ma wastin',
Watchin' time a racin'.
Old, fray, and gray;
I lay and decay,
Prayin' for just one more day.
5/19/09
No One Calls Me Back #2
I really hate Myspace. I hate the top friends bs, the spam profiles that keep sending me friend requests, the long searches for people I probably shouldn't be talking to anyway, and most of all, the hours I've wasted doing nothing. I guess you could say I'm "socializing", but my gut tells me a computer isn't real socialization, just like text messages aren't the same as talking. It's the easy way out, and somehow I'm wasting more time doing it the easy way, which makes NO sense. With all the time I've wasted on Myspace I could have built an underground lair, complete with torches and mazes and all the other mainstays a cool lair has (and I could never hate something that kick ass). Even so, I won't be deleting my profile anytime soon, like a nicotine habit that's hard to kick. I'll tell myself it's gone by tomorrow, and enjoy my last long drag- I want to change my default pic and holla at some girls one more time. If they holla back, maybe I'll buy one more pack.
5/14/09
Five Good Beers
Do you ever sit around and think about beer? I do. Here's some of my favorites:
Boddington's
Blue Moon
Fat Tire
Negra Modelo
New Castle
Anything I should try?
Boddington's
Blue Moon
Fat Tire
Negra Modelo
New Castle
Anything I should try?
4/20/09
My Lunch
I've made a point of staying away from writing about everyday stuff, like what I eat for lunch or how I hate LA traffic. I don't particurlarly like those types of blogs, so why write one? Tonight, though, I have only random, everyday things on my mind, so I figured I'd give the "typical" a shot. Here's what I've been up to since my last post.
-A few weeks ago I spent a long weekend at a ridiculous beach house in Malibu. The house was so close to the water I could fish from the deck (i.e. she only want me for my pimp juice). I had an amazing time. Too good, actually. I was depressed for a week after leaving. There's something about a nice vacation that completely messes up my equilibrium. When it's all over, all said and done, I convince myself I still deserve to be there. So when I get home and receive a call about a broken toilet, I typically want to rip someone's head off. Needless to say, I didn't answer the phone much those days.
-I have a couple of writing gigs that are currently in limbo (i.e. awaiting decisions from the big wigs). One is a feature length comedy involving belly dancers. It would be low budget (five million-ish), but a great first credit. I pitched my idea on Friday, and had a lengthy discussion with the executive producer afterwards, which is a good sign. The other gig is for a friend's show that's developing at HBO. If the show is greenlit I'll be on board as a staff writer, which would be an amazing opportunity. I'm excited about both, and should learn my fate fairly soon. If you pray, pray for me.
-And most importantly, I became an uncle on Saturday morning. Her name is Elizabeth, and I'll be flying to Virginia Tuesday to meet her. I'm a big fan of babies, so I'm pumped. I'll be there for a week, chilling with the fam. It's been five years since I've been back home to Stafford. Every year that's passed the place has become less real in my mind, like a dream world. In a few days I'll be there, staring it dead in the face. I might just freak out and have a seizure. Part of me hopes the trip goes horribly, so I can leave with a clear concsience. I have a feeling Elizabeth will make it tough on me. Here's to another week of ignored phone calls.
-Oh, and I had pizza for lunch. And a smoothie. I splurge on Sundays.
Until I return from VA, PEACE!
Crum
-A few weeks ago I spent a long weekend at a ridiculous beach house in Malibu. The house was so close to the water I could fish from the deck (i.e. she only want me for my pimp juice). I had an amazing time. Too good, actually. I was depressed for a week after leaving. There's something about a nice vacation that completely messes up my equilibrium. When it's all over, all said and done, I convince myself I still deserve to be there. So when I get home and receive a call about a broken toilet, I typically want to rip someone's head off. Needless to say, I didn't answer the phone much those days.
-I have a couple of writing gigs that are currently in limbo (i.e. awaiting decisions from the big wigs). One is a feature length comedy involving belly dancers. It would be low budget (five million-ish), but a great first credit. I pitched my idea on Friday, and had a lengthy discussion with the executive producer afterwards, which is a good sign. The other gig is for a friend's show that's developing at HBO. If the show is greenlit I'll be on board as a staff writer, which would be an amazing opportunity. I'm excited about both, and should learn my fate fairly soon. If you pray, pray for me.
-And most importantly, I became an uncle on Saturday morning. Her name is Elizabeth, and I'll be flying to Virginia Tuesday to meet her. I'm a big fan of babies, so I'm pumped. I'll be there for a week, chilling with the fam. It's been five years since I've been back home to Stafford. Every year that's passed the place has become less real in my mind, like a dream world. In a few days I'll be there, staring it dead in the face. I might just freak out and have a seizure. Part of me hopes the trip goes horribly, so I can leave with a clear concsience. I have a feeling Elizabeth will make it tough on me. Here's to another week of ignored phone calls.
-Oh, and I had pizza for lunch. And a smoothie. I splurge on Sundays.
Until I return from VA, PEACE!
Crum
3/15/09
K@L Coming Soon
Me and film school buddy Andy Makishima have been working on a comedy web show of late, and recently finished shooting the first two episodes. The show's called "Krum@Large!" (or "Krum At Large!" for those who are mildly retarded), and we're planning on sharing them sometime in the next few weeks. I'm not only the co-creator of the show, but lead actor as well. The world will finally view- in awe- my all-encompassing acting talents. By next year I'll be spitting on Leo Dicaprio and he'll like it.
Here's a teaser pic, like a weird Sasquatch sighting:
Yes, that's a tomahawk.
Here's a teaser pic, like a weird Sasquatch sighting:
Yes, that's a tomahawk.
3/7/09
Hook
A few nights ago I dived into the treasure chest that is my collection of VHS tapes and pulled out Hook, the 1991 Spielberg film starring Robin Williams and Dustin Hoffman. I spent the evening in the company of Captain Hook, the Lost Boys, a middle-aged Peter Pan. I love this movie. When I was 9 years old I wasted an entire summer watching it. Everyday at lunch time, while enjoying tasty tuna sandwiches and kool-aid, I dived into a magical world that I wanted so badly to be apart of. I wanted to crow, fight, fly, and play games with hot little fairies. Who wouldn't, right? To this day, 17 or so years later, I can still quote the film line for line, and regularly work the juiciest nuggets into everyday conversation. My favorite line plays out something like this:
Acquaintance: I just want to get away, go on vacation...go on a little adventure. I think I need it.
Me: Death is the only adventure you have left.
No one ever seems to know why I would say such a thing, which baffles me. If you were a kid back in 91', how do you not remember Hook? I take offense when someone my age doesn't understand, so much so that I refuse to tell them where it's from if they don't. It's one of my many tests. If you don't know this movie, I'm not sure we can be friends. The real problem is, which I've contemplated often, is if you're not imagining Dustin Hoffman in a long, curly wig when I say this line, you might just jump off a ledge upon hearing it. But ah well, I enjoy saying it, so I'm going to keep saying it. If they jump, they jump.
Anyways...
One thing that's remained the same since I was a child is my desire to be a Lost Boy, and I hope that never changes. I hope I'm always that nine year-old kid, who for every day one summer fought Captain Hook with nothing more than than pudding sprayers, marble guns, and some fat kid who rolled down stairs. I hope I'm always young at heart. After returning from my two hours in Neverland that night, I was up until four in the morning thinking about it, truly inspired. Lately I've been trying to pin down ideas for my next screenplay, and trying to decide what type of film I should write. After re-watching Hook I now know, whatever the idea is, I need to create a world with the same magic as Neverland. I want to write something that makes me feel as giddy and adventurous as Hook does; something that's a monument to my still present child-like wonder.
Let the brainstorming begin...
Acquaintance: I just want to get away, go on vacation...go on a little adventure. I think I need it.
Me: Death is the only adventure you have left.
No one ever seems to know why I would say such a thing, which baffles me. If you were a kid back in 91', how do you not remember Hook? I take offense when someone my age doesn't understand, so much so that I refuse to tell them where it's from if they don't. It's one of my many tests. If you don't know this movie, I'm not sure we can be friends. The real problem is, which I've contemplated often, is if you're not imagining Dustin Hoffman in a long, curly wig when I say this line, you might just jump off a ledge upon hearing it. But ah well, I enjoy saying it, so I'm going to keep saying it. If they jump, they jump.
Anyways...
One thing that's remained the same since I was a child is my desire to be a Lost Boy, and I hope that never changes. I hope I'm always that nine year-old kid, who for every day one summer fought Captain Hook with nothing more than than pudding sprayers, marble guns, and some fat kid who rolled down stairs. I hope I'm always young at heart. After returning from my two hours in Neverland that night, I was up until four in the morning thinking about it, truly inspired. Lately I've been trying to pin down ideas for my next screenplay, and trying to decide what type of film I should write. After re-watching Hook I now know, whatever the idea is, I need to create a world with the same magic as Neverland. I want to write something that makes me feel as giddy and adventurous as Hook does; something that's a monument to my still present child-like wonder.
Let the brainstorming begin...
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