i want to live to see you undress.

.Ok, so attempt numero uno failed hard for me on the whole... Trying to get with my buddy Scott and see if we have the juice and creativity to make something happen film wise. Miscommunications (the story of my life) ruled the day. But! There is always tomorrow, right?  Or, more specifically, next monday or tuesday. Fingers crossed, kids.

I admit I don't have much really fleshed out in terms of ideas. But I have all these... Vague, nebulous ones that just need someone else more creative than I to take them a step farther. If Scott is that guy, then huzzah! If not... It can't hurt to try. I need something to feed me. I don't like the dull vibe I have these days.

Someone get me a goddamn script and a stage.

The way I spend my days? Work. Skyrim. League. Intensely Awkward and conflicting social situations.

Anything else? Ah, yes. Sleep once a week or so. I don't know if I have a particularly healthy social circle anymore. They're either too far away or riddled with issues. But, hey, I'm a big boy, and big boys make square pegs fit through round sockets (is... Is this phrasing weird to you, too? Good. Not just me.)

Oh! Can we finally state, officially, that anyone that doesn't believe in evolution is an idiot? Just... The worst kind of backward? I'm talking confederate flag wavin', tobacco chewin', sister screwin' backward? I mean... Come on. Seriously now. I saw a little magnet on a car today of a fish with "truth" on it, eating a darwin fish.

On a Toyota Camry.

It's just a kinda depressing car, ok?

But seriously. I puked alittle in my mouth. How... How long until those people die off? I feel like the people who, after learning that illnesses were caused by bacteria and such, rather than evil spirits. It's just sad to think they're out there, pleased as could be to be stubbornly idiotic. We're at the point that evolution is on par with gravity as being a solid lock for existing and turning out true.

I could have slapped that driver, had we not both been in moving vehicles. Ugh.

Go talk amongst yourselves. I have stuff to do.

Fragile Art.

vanity.

So, dear internet, it has been a simultaneously wild and mundane couple of months. Between working two jobs (hotel and two nights at the old gas station), a few film and acting endeavors (including my first paid film work that I may or may not post a link to depending on my mood by the end of this), family things, and just trying to fit in as much time with friends as possible, I find both little time to sleep and... Well, with the little time I get to play, all work Does make Mike a dull boy.

Simply put, there are too few hours in the day. Which is a blessing. If there were more, I'd just work more.

That is a sad realization to make, internet.

Anyhow, I just needed a place to vent tonight on how excited I am to see if me and a friend, http://pathofthehuman.blogspot.com author Scott, can't come up with some interesting ideas for short films. I need something to get my creative juices flowing, something to stretch those acting muscles that have been atrophying.

I've been trying to come up with ideas all night, as I'm paid here at this gas station basically to take up space. The things I'm coming up with, they all seem to exemplify my love of minimal tech. If I can run something without props, without anything special beyond a stage and an actor, you better damn well believe I will. Even if I can't, I'll try.

I'm stubborn.

This is why I feel I fit so well with my old acting group from college, TostAndTurned. It could be so minimalist at times. I love tearing these things down to the most basic factors, striping away the bullshit until only the actor remains. I came too see if you, and the magic you weave. I'm not interested in backdrops and other fluff. I want to see acting, and I'm not afraid to put all the pressure on those that set foot on stage. I know that's not the reason that Tost ran that way. We were poor. We made due with what we had, and what we didn't have. I don't know if my love of minimal tech and set developed from that, or if it'd been festering under the surface, waiting to finally make itself known, but either way, I have a passion for the poor mans production.

Anyhow, I've been on a zombie kick, and that was one of my first thoughts for a possible short. I'm sitting here, bouncing ideas around in my head for how to work it with no budget or competent makeup. The zombies don't have to be seen, though, so that solves most of the issues. But what should it be? Comedy? Drama? There are so many directions it could be taken. 

Haha, it feels so good to be thinking about something beyond mundane life issues. Car troubles, work, blagh, relationship woes, blah blah, worrying about fitting in runs, whine whine, bitch and moan. All of those things. Those are all the things I'd prefer not to have time to really consider. I'd prefer to be too focused on theatre, acting, film. I don't want the spare time to worry about any of that, because I'm just too engrossed in my passion. Alas, that'll have to wait, dear patient internet.

One step at a time, And I'll get there.

Just gotta show everyone just how stubbornly I can keep trying for it.

Fragile Art.