well people, yours truely managed to fuck the site up SO bad, that i was forced to resort to this, which - although rather nice - is not made by ME, and is therefore inferior. anyway, the rest of the pages are they way they were meant to be. it's just this one that got weired out. i'll fix it. someday.
in other news, i also watched "dude where's my car?" last night. another very fun movie. i laughed. it was funny. the chad was great. anyway, that's all for now. see you later kiddies!

i just watched charlies angels. the one with drew barrymore, cameron diaz, and that cute asian chick who's name i'm not quite sure of and too lazy to look up. lucy liu, i think. anyway, i enjoyed it a great deal. and not just becuase it had a large helping of scantily clad atractive women, although that was deffinitly a factor. it was a fun movie, that looked like it was REALLY fun to make. it doesn't matter that it's not that good of a movie, it just radiates an aura of FUN. it makes me feel happy. :)

zzziiiiiiippp....thud.

i am very angry.
it appears that there is going to be a sequel to jet set radio. "why do this make lunchbox angry?" you ask. becuase it's not going to come out on the dreamcast, the console that gave it life. no, it's comming out for the fucking XBOX. and that cheeses me off. now i'll have to buy one. goddamnit.

as i type, brodie and ubertopher are one their way home. tonight, we whitnessed the film-making spectecale that was "jay and silent bob strike back."
it was, unfortunatly, not quite all that i have come to expect from a kevin smith movie, but it was, nonetheless, very much an enjoyable flick. i don't think i've laughed so hard in quite some time. the scene with "good will hunting 2: hunting season," was comedic brilliance. in my opinion. as brodie said, this is a movie with alot of famous spots for stars that acutally work. so you don't go "hey, it's george carlin sucking some trucker's cock," you say "hey, it's some guy, played by george carlin, sucking some truckers cock!" see what i mean? they just work. especially mark hamill. cocknocker indeed.
anyway, if you like kevin smith, go see this movie. go see it even if you don't like him. you might like it anyway. or not. but it's worth a shot, and it gives some money to someone who is still, in my book, one of our time's best directors.
snoogins.

hrrgg.
last night i finished what i hope to be the final cut of the tv movie. i need to run it by ubertopher and brodie, but i think it'll be THE ONE. sort of like neo. i needs a few tweaks, needless to say (the credits are too wide for one...sure didn't see THAT comming. stupid small-screened tvs), but all in all i've very pround. this must be sort of what it's like to have a child. except without all the diapers and stuff.
and look! no swearing! you knew i could do it. ;)
jesus christ i'm cynical.

...does that count as swearing?

while it's possible that the child-protection software (yes, that's what it is) on lauren's computer is scanning our page for the world "fuck," and so forth, i don't think that's the case. i think it's more likely that it simply won't let her go here because it doesn't have the right certificates. see, web servers (or the like) have something that tells a program such as that wether or not they are naughty or nice. ours doesn't have the "nice" label, so it won't let her in. although the more i think about it, the more i'm not sure. i just find it hard to believe that it scans the page...but anyway, as much as i love lauren, i'm not going to give up swearing so she can look at out wonderful site of happieness on her home computer. sorry lauren.
besides, what's the big deal? it doesn't hurt anybody... fuckity fuck fuck fuckfuck.
bah. now i'm just being contrary. i'm stayed up to late and now i'm grouchy and mean. so just ignore me.

well, i'm bored, so i'm going to rant about shit that no one really cares about. who-fucking-hoo.

first off, i went to a wedding this weekend. that's why i wasn't here in corvallis, if you care. it was actually more fun that i thought it would be. i wouldn't nessicarily say that i had a great time, persay, but i did enjoy myself somewhat. i met a couple of kids at the wedding who were my age, and we hit it off and talked about a lot of things, including movies. i seem to talk about movies with alot of people. i wonder if they just do it to humor me. bah. it's always uncomfertable to meet atractive girls as functions such as weddings, becuase even thought they're not realted to me by blood, they are (however distantly) realted to my by marriage. and it wierds me out. it feels...wrong to think...naughty things about anyone who's even remotely related to me. ah well. it was fun.

second, i was unable to do any writing on the script, becuase after talking with brodie and ubertopher, i had difficulty figuring out how the script i was writing would end up like they wanted it. so i was stumped. i did, however, do some drawing that has further my understanding of one of the characters in one of my prospective comics, and came up with an idea for another comic. this other comic is about a guy named ian cole who works for the FBPA, or federal bureau of paranormal activity. now, before you go coughexfilescough, it's different. the people in the FBPA have various "paranormal" powers. x-men would probably be a more accurate comparison. for example, ian cole is a mage or sorcerer of sorts: he can use what we'd call magic. one of the people he works with (probably the eventual love interest), who's name is emily eileene lewis, is a vampire. and so on and so forth. anyway, i thought it sounded cool.

i also watched the jackal (with bruce willis and richard gere) this weekend. not the whole thing...but did see enough to see a guy who looked sort of like chris farley, only not quite as fat, get his arm blown off by bruce, care of a some huge fucking gun that fired 20mm depleted uranium slugs. then he got shot again, and died. bruce was kind of a jerk in this movie... but he got shot in the neck. so did cool hand luke. i watched part of that too. lots of people getting shot in their respective necks. but not in wayne's world, which i also watched. a great film that. anyway, i think i'm done now. see you all later!

i've never been a very big fan of truth or dare myself, although i might not say that it SUCKS, persay. it just often ends up with people knowing things about me that i'd rather they didn't know.
it's raining today, which makes me happy. i love the rain. but i never really RAINS here in corvallis. not like it did in toledo. whenever it rains here, it's just this sort of pansy tinkle, not really RAIN rain. we need a good thundershower or something. whoo-ah!

guess what! i just updated my very own site with a completly new design! that's right! and i'm talking it up here, as if you really give a shit!
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jesus, i'm pathetic. and bored. pathetic and bored, that's me. blah...
i'm tired.
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i just realized my little posting pic looks like one of the ape clan from princess mononoke. coincidence? i think not. draw your own conclusions accordingly.

news flash: a new found glory is one of my new favorite bands. yes, i supose you could classify them as "pussy punk rock" (as one of my friends just said), but i still rather like them. so if you think i'm lame becuase of that, you can kiss my ass. at least i'm admiting it.

i'm listening to a punk cover of "i don't want to miss a thing" by aerosmith, as preformed by a newfound glory. they also cover "my heart will go on" by (something i can't spell) dion, "that thing you do" by the wonders (who, i beleive, do not exist outside of thier movie. sort of like spinal tap...), the theme song to the neverending story (which i did not know contained a song such as this, but apparently it DID), "everything i do (i do it for you)" by someone, and "so happy together," which, i believe was written by the turtles. but i may be wrong on that account. all of these songs are quite good. i am especially fond of the neverending story one, and (here's the embarassing bit) the "my heart will go on" cover. i hated that song to death when it came out. i guess we change alot.
speaking of change, i just read something rather depressing. no, it had nothing to do we the finer sex, as things involving me and depression do, but with something that is also very important in my mind, perhaps on a par with women: kevin smith. more specificaly, the new film "jay and silent bob strike back." a man whom i have a fair amout of respect for, corey lewis (most of the respect is due to his incredible drawing skill: check him out), said that he saw "jay and silent bob strike back." i was a little confused by this, as it's not suposed to be OUT yet, but i don't think he'd lie, and it's quite possible he got into an advance screening somehow. this, however, was not what bothered me. what disturbed my was rey's (his nickname for himself co-REY, get it? ha ha.) opinion of the movie; namely that is rather SUCKED.
now he didn't just say it blew ass and leave it at that. no, he described why it was sub-par, especially compared to kevin smith's other flicks. although i don't feel like re-iterating exactly WHY he claimed it sucked, i did feel that most of the arguments he made were valid. this makes lunchbox sad becuase, as his name shows, he rather likes, nay - RESPECTS kevin smith. that someone i respect could let me down in this sort of matter, especially with two characters as wonderful as jay and silent bob sadens me greatly.
i supose i should reserve judgement until after i have seen the film, but even so i am filled with a sense of impending dread. if even kevin smith is starting to fail us, will the movie industry survive until we can breathe life into it's shuddering corpse? or will the rigor mortis of crappy films already destroyed something i hold so dear?
in other news, although the recent testimony of certain people has put my own problems into perspective, i will still someday rain down death, pain and suffering on all of humanity. enjoy your flimsy, transparent happieness while it lasts, for it will be fleeting.

whoo-ah! new pictures! the're here. the girl was riding my ass to get them up, so there's a few more that will go up eventually, but this should keep you (our rabid fan base) satisfied. at least for a little while. until next time, kiddies! always brush your teeth!

yeah! someone posted! :)
anyway, glad you like the picture, and the post. on the subject of the picture, i'm almost finished with my latest project. you know those VH1 pop-up videos? i'm making one (sort of) using out-takes from the tv movie filming. right now i'm waiting for it to render. it should kick a reasonable amount of ass.
i'm glad you got a paying job and all, but FUCK! coudn't you have left while i was gone? now we won't be able to get anything done. :( ah well. when school starts, things'll really pick up. whoo-ah!

will someone else PLEASE post?! i'm getting lonely here...

huge depressing post alert! woot! woot!

inspired by a close friend of mine, i've decided to transcribe my thoughts, at least after a fashion. i doubt mine will be quite as insightful, nor as eloquent, seeing as i am not as gifted as he. but that, i supose it part of why i'm writing tonight: a feeling of lack of self-worth. i keep wanting to be more than i am, have more than i do. i know this is natural for all human beings, but i can't help from feeling that i'm asking too much. that i don't deserve what i'm asking for. all my life people tell me i'm special, that i'm a really nice guy, or smart or good looking or whatever. but are they saying what they really think? do they really think that of me, or are they simply saying nice things to try and make me feel better? or to help them feel better about themselves, the same way you might feel better about yourself for letting a mosquito get away rather that squish it for taking your blood. am i really something special, someone unique? or am i, as tyler durden would say, not a special and unique snowflake, all part of the same compost heap? i WANT to be something special, so that people will want to be around me, want to know me and be my friend. but deep down, i know that's not the truth. i know that i'm no different than everyone else. no, i am different. i'm worse. everything i've ever believed, everything i thought i stood for, turns out to be something unatainable. i'm just a worthless waste of space who trys to justify himself by hurting other people.

aw fuck. i can't get this right... i can't seem to say what i want to. all i've ended up doing is wallowing in self-pity.

some people want to change the world. i want to change myself. i want to put aside my past, my shortcommings, my problems, and MOVE ON. go out there and see what the world has to offer. and everytime i think i've done it, something pulls me back. it's like going bugee jumping, only in reverse. just when i think i'm about to break free, and leave it all behind, the rope pulls taunt and i come hurtling back to earth, to reality. but then i wonder if it is, in fact, the way things have to be, or if i just can't let go? maybe the bungee cord is gripped in my hand, not tied to me, and all i have to do is find out how to let go. (ok, the bungee metaphor is getting out of hand now) the people who are trying to help me, or think they are, don't really understand... i'm stuck between two worlds, and they think that by throwing me a life-line from the world i'm trying to leave is help. the one's who are helping are the ones who are waiting for me, paitently, in the new world, the one i'm trying desperatly to reach. they're not doing anything, they're just THERE. waiting, believing i'll get there someday. they understand. they may not know it, but they do.

ah...
thanks. that must be sort of what it's like to have good cry. i feel better now. maybe, tomarrow, that certian female that's been on my mind for the past month or so will e-mail me back. then my life will be well on it's was to being complete. :) yeah.

i have RETURNED! and this time to stay, at least for the most part.
in the world of lunchbox, thing have been going fast and furious; theatre camp for two weeks, and then as soon as that's over, wisked off for a camping trip. however, during said camping trip, i was inspired and have begun work on a revision of our soon-to-be feature film. much writing has been done, and a great deal has been accomplished, at least in my mind. dialouge, shoting angles, story flow...my mind has been awash with ideas, and i have been franticly trying to commit some of them to paper. soon, very soon, the world shall know the fruits of my labor.
as for the "girls are confusing" things, i'll admit that mystery makes things more interesting, but i'm sick and fucking tired of surprises, at least for the time being. i'd rather like things to just go the way i think they ought to go for a while. once i'm comfertable with myself and my world, the surprises may being again. lunchbox has spoken. make it so.
so good-bye for now, kiddies. more fun next time!

girls are confusing. REALLY confusing. i realize it's not posible for me to understand them, but would it be possible for them to be a LITTLE less enigmatic?

well hot-digity-damn! that's great news about the movie. everyone over here (newport) has thought it was OK, but i didn't get a response like that. kick ass! good job ubertopher. ;)
in more current news, theatre camp is rocking ass in a SERIOUS way. have loads of fun, and i went to see a movie with a female friend of mine yesterday. wink wink, nudge nudge. sufice to say i am euphroicaly (think i spelled that one wrong but what the hell) happy. :) now i have a motivation to get my driver's liscense. ;) anywho, you all need to come see my play. it's at the preforming arts center in newport. there's one show at 2:00 and another at 6:00. if you need more info, call my parents, they can hook you up. looking foreward to seeing all of you! ta-ta for now!