Part Two, Part Two, Part Two, Part Two!!!

I remember what I was going to write about in the previous post. I was going to complain about the movie Abominable, but you know what, good for that writer/director guy. He got to make a low-budget, mediocre (if that) horror movie with some really talented people (most notably the acting). I become increasingly impressed with Jeffrey Combs' acting ability the more I see him no matter how small the role is.

I have been playing God of War 2, and it is driving me mad. My sister and her bunch went on vacation, and them having a PS2, I decided to rent and beat this game. The severe drawback is the complete absence of a memory card. So three times this week I have just played from start until it is too late to keep playing. Each time, I get a nice, meaty chunk of the game farther being able to breeze through the previously played bits. We'll see if I make before tomorrow night. As of now it is looking doubtful.

One of my more interesting pages from my first moleskin (I am only on my second):



And the shot that has successfully trumped this shot of April as far as popularity on flickr.

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I thought I had something to write, but I am having trouble remembering. This past Sunday there were an excessive amount of horror movies being shown throughout the basic cable spectrum. It is too summery. I am not a fan at all of summer. Too, too hot. The recent movies I have viewed: Chinatown (good and depressing), Cape Fear (Scorsese version - extra creepy although I have not seen the original), Abominable (so, so), Dan In Real Life (enjoyed it thoroughly), and The Diving Bell and the Butterfly(so, so good). In honor of this most horrid of seasons, pictures...of snow!

Arrrgh!

I have been going crazy over the past couple of hours trying to find this movie that I loved as a kid. I remembered quite vividly the cover of this movie saying The Quest, but the internet set out to make a liar out of me. There was an 80's short movie called Quest which is not the movie I saw as a kid, but it is based on a Ray Bradbury story. Looking on endless 80's kid movie forums, not a single title remotely resembled the title and font that my eyes beheld in the Video Shop many years ago.

At this point, I am grasping at straws. I think to myself, "The kid in this movie kind of looks like the kid from E.T." So, I arrive on the imdb page of Henry Thomas and begin investigating his early works. It's called The Quest not Frog Dreaming, imdb!!!





There needs to be much smaller gaps in these blogs o' mine. I was almost caught up on picture posting, but then I did a wedding. Someday, I might actually post a blog with photos I took that month.

No Baboons in Mime

Yesterday, I desired french toast. I make it so infrequently that, every time I do, I look up instructions to ensure I don't leave anything crucial out. The ingredient that I would have left out was vanilla. So, I look in the cabinet and to my dismay, no vanilla. Ah, but there was almond extract. After I mulled it over, I said, "The heck with it," and just went for it. Now, this story doesn't end with the moral warning, "Don't use almond extract in your french toast." No, the point where the story goes awry is not in the taste but smell of said flavoring accessory. It has been said that the aroma of certain hard liquors will knock you over. I implore you: almond extract is not too be taken lightly either, and I am somewhat sure that the stuff will not get you drunk.






My brother went to England this week to see his son, and in honor of this, I watched two Eddie Izzard DVD's back to back (Unrepeated and Glorious). Too bad I am always poor.

The Manatee Has Become the Minto

My photography over the past year has been productive, but by the same token, I am not sure that I have invested myself into it enough or managed to create something that is as satisfying to my emotions and ideals as it is to my taste for the technical aspect of it. Part of why I even started picking photography back up was to help figure that first part out (emotions/ideals). I need to buckle down and really think about what I want to say. I would prefer to not pay tuition to make someone encourage me to do it.

On a somewhat related note, I have my first real, official, I-dont-know-these-people wedding to shoot in a couple of weeks. I certainly cannot wait to have some monetary validation.

So, this blog that I have. While I would hope anyone who drops by cares about what I say, it would please me much more greatly to have the reason for your reoccurrence to this page be for my photography than my overly wordy...words. Without further ado(doo), I will keep typing, prolonging, overhyping aaaaaand...



Hope you like it. My dad, who does a bang up job making color look delightfully dreary, accomplishes the exact opposite by making black and white look so cheerful.

It's Just Like Diamonds...

Still jobless. I did, however, get some film back today. Also, I'll be developing 3 rolls myself in the coming week. So, I have still been productive. Read a bunch of comics and watched a few movies. Wanted (the comic) is just flatout awesome which is much more than I can say for the movie trailer. I mean, I could see someone not having read the comic think it looked kind of cool, but in relation to the comic itself, it looks tame. The Alan Moore run on Supreme is another fantastic read. It is a shame that it didn't get to officially end story-wise.

I saw Funny Games this past weekend. It was so disturbingly, terrifyingly brilliant. I wish the guy who made that movie was making Wanted. I won't say that it was the most disturbing movie I have ever seen, but it is still uncomfortably wrong for a mainstream audience. Some other movies that were a pleasure to see - Thank You For Smoking, Hi Mom!, The Ten, Hot Rod, Deer Hunter (so depressing), The Mission (incredible music), The King of Kong (watch it now!), The Shape of Things (still conflicted on that one), and Living In Oblivion.

I got a frickin' lot to catch up on the photographs:

Spontaneous Dental Hydroplosion

Either I am working hard and too exhausted to blog, or I am enjoying lazyness and so used to not-blogging that I just don't do it. I suppose blogging can be an art, and if it is, it would explain why my inspiration to do it happens whenever I am completely unable to get the ideas out. Never have a pen when I really want to draw - never have my camera when I see the "perfect shot" - never near my computer when I have something semi-interesting to write about.

One of my best friends, Ryan, is in town for the week. He is my personal motivational speaker so this should be fun. Eventually, I will venture to his woods to visit (although, I must confess, it is with an ulterior motive - I want to go to Europe!). He lives in Vienna at the moment. Anyway, nothing really clever in mind to say today (because you know I ALWAYS say something clever).







So, there is much more to catch up with blog-wise. although, I am not currently taking photos as ferverently because I am awaiting the return of the lens which goes to my square-shooting camera. I am finally getting it cleaned. Poop.