SaidtheFox

For the sake of legibility, I’ve removed all the direction and camera notes.

This is the first part of the movie I’ve shared on here, so… thoughts?

Brian: “So what, you’re just going to leave?”

Adam: “And you’re just going to stay, then? Does that make more sense!?”

Brian: ”Yes! A lot more!”

Adam: “Wake the fuck up, Brian. We’re not safe here - how long do you think that door will hold them? A few days? This place is a coffin - I’m not going to wait here while those fucks nail it sh-.”

Brian: “-Oh, Quit bullshitting yourself. I know exactly why you’re leaving, and you know exactly why its fucking retarded. If anyone needs to ‘wake the fuck up’ it’s you.”

Adam: “Don’t say it.”

Brian: “Let me guess - she hasn’t answered her cell, has she.”

Adam: ”Fucking drop it.”

Brian: “Where do you think they took these things as soon as this shit got started? Jesus, Adam- she’s a nurse. They brought them right to her.”

I made a new friend the other day. His name is Wert.

Wert is a kind fellow. Each morning as I drive to work, he greets me with a friendly wave. Nothing overbearing - mind you. He just raises his wing to acknowledge my passing.

Yeah, wing.
Wert is a bird.

I don’t hold that against him, though. A wave from a stranger in the morning is exactly the kind of gesture I appreciate - bird or no. To be honest, I was touched that Wert was able to manage even this most basic of greetings, what with his… health problems.

I’m mostly referring to the health problems that relate to him being roadkill, at the side of the highway.

Though I must admit, as Wert’s wing is flung into the air by the draft of the cars before me, I can’t help but wave back. At first I was hesitant - I waved only in an effort to be polite. However, as these past few morning drives have come and gone, I’ve grown fond of my new (kind of) feathered friend.

Another test video - this time focused more heavily on editing. I’m beginning to get the hang of Sony Vegas -  it’s pretty damn cool.

http://www.vimeo.com/1077595
Thanks for taking a look - let me know what you think.
 

Random is better than nothing… right?

That being said - I love the smell of coco-butter lotion.

That love may have played a significant role in my decision to get another tattoo - doing so provides me with an excuse to walk around smelling fucking delicious.

In addition to the new one at the base of my neck, I also had my wrists re-done.  I’ll take some pictures soon.

I find myself subconsciously looking for Jesse - this is depressing. Each morning when I wake up, I expect to see him waiting for me on the couch - just like he has every morning for the past god knows how long.

When I come home, I’m tempted to call for him.

For the first time in years, I through away the crust from a sandwich.

…This is hard to explain.

I don’t eat bread crust - not because I don’t like it - because my dog fucking loved it. That’s the way it’s always been. I make a sandwich, he eats the crust - every time.

So here I am, peeling the crust off my sandwich, for no good fucking reason. Shit.

The video is ready.

It’s nothing special - just random things from my own backyard. I was just getting a feel for the camera, and subsequently, the editing software I’m using.

Anyway, I’d appreciate it if you’d have a look - speakers on, please.

http://www.vimeo.com/999706

Lemme know what you think - I’ve never really owned a digital camera/camcorder before, so I’ve got a lot to learn. Any advice would be helpful.

Finally.

 After weeks of shopping and research, I’ve made a purchase.

 Behold, the Canon HV30.

It should arrive tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll have an opportunity to shoot/edit before the weekend is up. Once I’ve got something worth sharing, I’ll YouTube or Vimeo it.

This will be a short post - for that I apologize. I’m afraid I just don’t have much to say, other than:

Thank you.
Thank you all.
Thank you all for making it glorious, and unforgettable.

I have more drinking to do, now.

 I got bored, so I made this scene, and then took pictures.

Check out Flickr to view the rest: http://www.flickr.com/photos/26100674@N02/

I’ve never been impulsive. I’m a man of patterns and routines.
To be honest, I’m about as free spirited as Jacob Marley.

I’ve never been a fan of this trait. In fact, as I had these symbols etched into my skin, I silently promised myself that I would no longer be chained by regularity, normality, or predictability. These marks would represent my will to improve. They would serve as a constant reminder of what I am capable of.

Recently, they served their purpose.

A little more than a week ago, an old friend called and asked me to join him on a spur of the moment trip to Florida. He had purchased a car on EBay, and wanted some company for the long drive home. My initial reaction - fuck no - was exactly what one would expect me to say.

What if the car has problems?
What if we get lost?
What if we get stranded?

As I prepared my refusal, I caught a glimpse of my wrists. The symbols reminded me of the promise I had made myself, and of what I had sacrified in an effort to keep that promise.

“When do we leave?” I asked.

For the first time in 13 years, I boarded a plane.
For the first time ever, I took a chance.

And you know what?

The car had problems.
We got lost - several times.
We even got stranded.

It was exactly as it should have been, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Homework assignment for anyone who reads this:

 Go watch Children of Men.