I’ve known these two jokesters for a while and one day they asked me to help them make a video. I said yes, which I instantly regretted, because editing shit takes a long time and if there’s one thing I’ve been short on lately it’s long times. Eventually we got around to it. I made them put it into a proper script format, we shot it, I took the pieces home, got out my leather punch and cat gut tennis racket string and after many frantic hours laboring away in the creaky barn to dancing swirls of dust and the frightened calls of the night’s creatures I breathed a heavy sigh and turned on the power. What awoke was something I think you’ll enjoy. It’s online! ONLINE! ONLINE!
YouTube is where stars are born. Stars such as kittens sleeping with puppies, ducks befriending foxes, and turtles humping shoes. And babies. Babies smiling. Babies giggling. Babies eating stuff.
I’ve been related to several babies and one of the ones my brother and his wife created was with us at family friend’s vinyard. We noticed he was enjoying the Smuck out of some grapes so like all weird uncles I whipped out my iPhone and started filming against his will and despite his lack of sentience.
What was born was the YouTube sensation (15 hits as of this post): Region’s Cutest Baby Nom Noms Grapes at Vinyard.
To help it stand out amongst the teething masses I made a trailer. Because it’s a trailer it spoils the entire film. Here it is:
And here’s the full length film:
Special thanks to Coldplay for letting me use their song, Paradise. Those dudes are gonna make it someday.
Finally got around to putting this up. It’s been sitting on my computer for a few years. It’s a man almost killing himself for absolutely no reason.
It occurred to me a few days after it happened how close I came to doing some serious damage. That could’ve easily snapped my neck or cracked open my head. Death would have been preferable to becoming a drool factory that can’t scratch an itch. The take-away is: if you haven’t ice skated in twenty years don’t challenge the wall to duel. Even if you don’t lose, you won’t win.
Luckily, along with a slightly bruised knee, this was the extent of the injury.
My friend Shawn made this. It’s really fucking good. Watch it. Full screen. Make sure the sound is up. Enjoy.
Love the animation style. Excellent use of sound and light to create mood. Not to mention efficient editing choices. And the restraint. Oh, the restraint!
I just watched it for the second time and I caught so much more detail than during the first go round. Shawn really knows what he’s doing. I know how hard he works at this stuff. Well, I don’t really know how hard he works but having made my own things I understand the level of dedication it takes to bring something from conception to actual final output, especially while slogging through the energy suck that is a day job and the constant onslaught of modernity’s distractions. Ideas are easy. Follow-through is hard. Good for him.
I’d love to see Shawn find purchase in a career or field that uses these skills and allows them to develop and flourish. (yes, I’m also talking about myself.)
Whelp, off to see if the whole wheat beard is dry on my macaroni self-portrait.
As the election of 2012 rears its horrific and dysfunctional head this video of an old campaign film reminds just how far we haven’t come in the last 100 years.
The good news is that in the future our robot masters won’t even bother manipulating voters with deceptive ads. That’s the silver lining, which is also the color of our robot masters. Makes sense to me.
Morgan Spurlock (Super Size Me, 30 Days, The Greatest Movie Ever Sold) produces this series on Hulu in which we get a glimpse into the day in the life of an interesting person. In this episode he follows Marc Maron (Your iPod, My iPod).
For a comedy/podcasting geek like myself this is pure mana from athiest heaven.
I couldn’t help but notice the music and how effectively it is employed. Spurlock creates added layers of intensity and sensitivity with the choices he made. He could have gone with light-hearted fluff that simply moved the story along, or served only as bumpers to the commercials, but the tone here seems to fit perfectly the tone of the subject. It fits the story and somehow adds an element of time that goes beyond the aforementioned “Day.”
To me, it’s a good example of the function music can serve in a presentation such as this, or a short, or a film, or whatever. To state the obvious, music sets the tone. It’s a guide for the audience not just on when to feel but how– an unseen conductor facing the audience, chopstick rising, falling, pointing and swooshing, until the evening ends, and we finally get to go home and take our shoes off.
The Mormon church does this creepy thing where they posthumously baptize people. That means they have a person, or “proxy”, stand in for the dead person, then they say goofy spirit words and the dead person’s name is added to their ever growing list of exclusive tree house members. They’ve done it to a bunch of holocaust victims, to the chagrin of Jewish groups. Oy, Mormons!
In case you’re curious, here’s an article about the case Maher is referring to, in which Mitt Romney’s family conducted the ritual to baptize his dead father-in-law, Edward Davies, a staunch athiest. It hasn’t been confirmed if Mitt himself participated or not.
It’s just so weird and silly and meaningless. Leave the dead alone, Mormons. Focus on creeping out the living.