Feb 4, 2006
In case you were wondering...

Well, it's been awhile. Alot's happened since the last real entry of mine, so here's the Cliff's Notes version of my life from November to present:

    I finally finished up a nightmare of a semester at ODU. Those of you who I talk to on any kind of regular basis know that it was a nightmare because of my television production class, also known as ODUi. All the filming and editing really ate into the time I was supposed to put into other classes, and as a result my grades were not as high as usual. My GPA was not too rattled, however, and I am nearing completion of my junior year of college (which...blows my mind).

   I worked on another film for my friend Tommy called "Holding," which is going into post-production this month. With any luck I'll get to see a finished copy within the next two months.

   I started the spring semester with 15 credit hours, but after reviewing the syllabus for my Directing for Camera class, I realized how absolutely insane it would be to go through with it. I mean, it was just like ODUi, but on steroids. No thanks. So now I'm down to 12, which means the load is MUCH lighter, but it also means I'll be taking two classes this summer instead of one. Oh well. It's only six weeks, so I think I can make some magic happen.

   I've decided to participate in The Play again this year as well, and I really hope my experience with it this year is just as positive as last year.

   I've also gotten a job at Starbucks on top of school and work, so I'm surprised I don't spontaneously combust with all that's going on right now, but for some reason I really don't feel stressed.

   God is good, and is opening all sorts of doors. It's been an exciting few months, and I look forward to seeing what He does for the rest of the year. If you've read this, please take the time to comment and let me know. I never ask for that, but I really don't know why I should keep up with this anymore because I have no idea if anyone reads it. So if you do, let me know, so I don't feel like I'm completely wasting my timeSmile.

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Oct 20, 2005
I just had to re-post this one here

Shooting Women In a Barrel

Lately I've been hunting for an appropriate venue to test my new club uniform: a button-down Euroshirt with a reflective disco ball sheen. Ridiculous under the halogen lights of your average apartment? Perhaps. But when bathed in the ultraviolet wash of your standard nightclub, the shirt emits a pheromonal luminescence no club-going woman can resist. Why? Biology lesson: Women, like fish, are attracted to shiny and/or effulgent objects. In fact, those of you with a keen eye have surely noted that women are becoming increasingly indistinguishable from fish, as illustrated in the following scientific observations:


1. Both attracted to shiny objects
2. More fun to catch while drinking
3. Neither travel well
4. There's others in the sea and/or bar
5. Three words: catch and release
6. Both travel in protective groups
7. Small bladders
8. The deeper you go, the scarier they get
9. Their weight largely determines their value
10. Eh...nevermind
11. They get all ornery if you try to grab their tail
12. Bears will eat either of them
13. Sometimes I likes em wild, sometimes I likes em farm raised
14. You must document great catches or no one will believe you- video preferred
15. Easier to reel in if you let them wear themselves out first
16. Seen the movie Splash? Case closed.
17. Cold blooded. *Looking your way Stacy*
18. Neither can operate a vehicle
19. They both eat things
20. The harder they shake their tail, the farther they'll go in life
21. Scales are important to each of them
22. They never have to buy drinks
23. Umm...eggs? Duh
24. Can hook either with a great line


The views of Barney do not reflect those of this blog in any way, shape, or form. However, this does not detract from the hilarity of said statements. Thank you.

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Oct 2, 2005
Serenity review

Scruffy Space Cowboys Fighting Their Failings


Published: September 30, 2005

It probably isn't fair to Joss Whedon's "Serenity" to say that this unassuming science-fiction adventure is superior in almost every respect to George Lucas's aggressively more ambitious "Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith." But who cares about fair when there is fun to be had? Scene for scene, "Serenity" is more engaging and certainly better written and acted than any of Mr. Lucas's recent screen entertainments. Mr. Whedon isn't aiming to conquer the pop-culture universe with a branded mythology; he just wants us to hitch a ride to a galaxy far, far away and have a good time. The journey is the message, not him.

Fox aired just 11 episodes of "Firefly" before pulling the plug. The network refused to commit, but not so the fans. Evidence of their passion was later reflected in the DVD sales of "Firefly," which were impressive enough for Universal to pony up for a big-screen version. Named after the ramshackle spaceship that hauls Mr. Whedon's characters from one far-out adventure to the next, "Serenity" picks up where the series left off, with these plucky, shambling outsiders fighting oppression against impossible odds.

The story so far: Captain Malcolm Reynolds (Nathan Fillion), Mal for short, is zipping around 500 years in the future trying to make ends meet by scrounging for freight and hauling passengers. A veteran of a war of independence, Mal fought on the losing side and has yet to cross over to greener, more lucrative pastures. Along with his second in command, Zoe (a ferocious Gina Torres), Mal runs the Serenity with honor, guts and a touch of panic. He is the kind of leader who barks out a rhetorical question - asking if any of the crew want to run the ship - only to be flummoxed when he receives a resounding yes in return. (Mal then stammers to Adam Baldwin's thuggish crew hand that he can't.) Mal's iron glove covers a velvety soft fist.

Mr. Whedon sketches his characters with quick brush strokes, leaving his appealing cast to fill in the holes with banter and serious-looking busywork. Everyone takes to their task well, though only Mal and a fierce Whedonesque creation called River (Summer Glau, a pint-size Barbara Steele) take root. Hot-wired to kill and on the run from her government masters, this spooky beauty floats through the ship in a series of fetching shifts that make her look like an errant Martha Graham dancer, every so often going entertainingly berserk and wreaking Michelle Yeoh-style damage. Underlying River's murderous power - and perhaps her government-induced psychosis - is a lost little girl trying to carve out a place and a self to call her own.

As this scrap of boilerplate narrative suggests, Mr. Whedon is too much of genre savant to take his film anywhere genuinely surprising. He may also be too much of a movie novice to exploit his material as boldly as you might hope. What made "Firefly" stand apart from the usual television dross, beyond Mr. Whedon's chatter and characters, was his fusion of science-fiction tropes with those of the western. Mal wears a gun strapped to his thigh, while a lariat necklace circles Zoe's throat. He peppers his speech with "y'all," and together they travel to dusty towns that look as if they might have been built for a Roy Rogers oater. And just to bring this science-fiction fantasy up to geopolitical speed, every so often somebody spits a curse in Mandarin.

Mr. Whedon shows little interest in recycling the gloom-and-doom scenarios that have become ubiquitous in science-fiction cinema over the last few decades. Mal is no Neo redux; he's closer to Indiana Jones, if absent Harrison Ford's rakishly handsome looks and star magnetism. Like the rest of the cast, Mr. Fillion is a charming performer, but he borrows rather than owns the screen, which dovetails with Mr. Whedon's modest aspirations for this film. As both a writer and a director, he isn't staking a claim on genre; he's just using it for a short while to tell a story about some decent men and women struggling against both the tyranny of bureaucratic control and their own very human failings.

"Serenity" works nicely as a movie, although in blowing his television series up to the big screen, Mr. Whedon has lost some of the woolliness that made "Firefly" such a pleasant oddity. (Alas, he also lost most of the banjos and twangy guitars.) Even with a bigger canvas, Mr. Whedon doesn't do much with the camera. His setups are generally perfunctory: a means to a storytelling end for what is, at heart, a $40 million B-movie. It's too bad there isn't one image here as striking and resonant as the shot that closes the opening-credit sequence in "Firefly," the one with the horses galloping toward the camera as they're buzzed overhead by a spaceship. With this single image, Mr. Whedon announced he had reopened a frontier some of us thought long closed.

The New York Times knows what's up. If you want to support a quality film, give this one a shot. It'll be worth your money.

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Sep 26, 2005
Silent Repetitions

My world has many sections
sealed to all but one
You enter them with thunder
as clouds part back the sun

My mind lays calm as moonlight
with pearls of frosted dreams
You gave into my darkness
and claw to break the seams

My heart hears silent repetitions
that shield my inmost will
You move among them freely
with transparent hollow heals

My life has been suspended
on sentimental sighs
And these worlds (of two) so varied
are mirrors of just one

"What we love we grow to resemble." ~St. Bernard of Clairvaux

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Sep 14, 2005
Oh acting...

Johnny Depp Talks 'Pirates 2 & 3' Role

Captain Jack SparrowJohnny Depp says he's worried about leaving his character of Captain Jack Sparrow in the upcoming sequels Pirates of the Caribbean 2 & 3. "It's weird, because sometimes separation is more emotional than others," Depp told Sci-Fi Wire. "I remember after [Edward] Scissorhands, and I really feel like a dunce having to say this, but it's the truth, ... I remember the last day of that movie, it had been 89 days or something, and I remember after we did the makeup, I looked into the mirror and thinking, 'Well, this is it. This is the last time I'll see you.' So it becomes very emotional."

"What happens to me is that with every character, once you've clicked into that character and you really know the guy, you become very close with him, and you love him," Depp said. "You enjoy playing him. So it's always very, very difficult at the end. There is that week to 10 days before wrap where you can feel and hear the clock ticking, and then you go through sometimes a really nasty kind of depression afterwards. There's an odd separation anxiety, because you've just been this person for a pretty good length of time, and then they're suddenly gone. For me, with Captain Jack, I had a sneaking suspicion that I'd see him again."

Depp says that the upcoming movies will see more comedy than the first. "It occurs to me that Jack Sparrow can be funny," Depp said. "So I'm going to try that this time. I'm just going to try and be funny. I don't know. The ideas of sequels and stuff like that was a very odd notion. I never quite understood the idea of doing that and stuff until you think as an actor that you've played a character for months and months and months. So I wanted to meet up with him again. I just wanted to be him again."

"It's a very strange situation where you're as a grown man having separation anxiety with an imaginary character. It's worrisome, because you know it's not normal, but you can't stop yourself, because I just like the guy. He's a pal," Depp added.

~I really liked this interview, because as an actor I can definitely say I've felt that way about characters I've played. I've just never really put it into words before.

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Aug 31, 2005

So I'm sitting in the student center in between my two classes minding my own business. It's around noon, and I'm just trying to get in an air conditioned building. I'm sitting at a table and reading a book, when all of a sudden I hear "MR. BROTHERS!" I look up to see none other than John Patrick coming towards me with sushi in one hand and a large plastic owl in the other. Naturally I became curious. So I asked him why he had an owl, like anyone would do. I don't quite remember the answer he gave me, but that's not really the point here. The point is, it's AMAZING how many people will smile at you while walking by or just come up to talk to you when you're carrying a plastic owl. I sat it on the table and would face it towards groups of people to see how they would react. This one group of girls whipped out their camera phones and photographed the whole scene several times. I met three ladies beacuse of that owl. Three. People in general just HAVE to know why you have a large plastic owl. So when it came time for John to take the owl back from me, I felt very alone. Suddenly I was just like everyone else. The smiles stopped, the random questions and introductions stopped. I was a face in the crowd. The lesson here is if you're ever going to a new place, or if you just want to meet people...carry an owl (...I never thought I would ever type that sentence in any context in my entire life).

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Jul 17, 2005
Childhood's End

You shout in your sleep
Perhaps the price is just too steep
Is your conscience at rest
If once put to the test?
You awake with a start
To the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears, just two eyes

You set sail across the sea
Of long past thoughts and memories
Childhood's end, your fantasies
Merge with harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist
You find your eyes are growing moist
And all the fears you never voiced
Say you have to make the final choice

So who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born, and all men die
Beneath one infinite sky
There'll be war and there'll be peace
But everything one day will cease
All the iron turned to rust
All the proud men turned to dust
And so all things time will mend
And so this rhyme will end

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Jun 19, 2005
Fix You

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
when you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

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Jun 14, 2005
Visions of Johanna

I'm willing to bet real money you people could care less about this one. But this is easily one of the best written songs I've ever heard. It's a poem set to music.

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
~Bob Dylan

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Jun 8, 2005
While I'm thinking about it...

   I can't stand it when you go to get a haircut and the person doing it insists on making small talk. I was in today and the girl just wouldn't stop asking me questions. But since I wasn't really in a conversation mood, especially since I was hoping she would focus on not making me look like this guy:, there would be these gaping pauses in between the moments of mindless small talk. Just...cut my hair. But I digress. As an apology for making you read this, I've decided to put up a picture of some kittens for your enjoyment:


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Age: 20 (woah)
Hair color: Blonde/Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'
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School: Old Dominion University
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