i had my first slurpie, or whatever the hell they're called. both that guy and this other chick (who should probably get a profile too...) thought it was both funny and sad that i'd never had a slurpie before. i thought it needed more flavor and less ice. the chick in question also got in trouble in BOTH fred g meyers and 7-11 for wearing rollerblades into both of those fine establishements. despite our best efforts, that guy and i could not convince her that just TAKING THEM OFF would be pretty damn easy, and then she'd get to go in. so shame on her. shame. whoo boy...i'm tired. i'll probably be getting to bed soon, since tomarrow i don't have to be at school till around 11 or so, so that guy and i are going to kick it OLD SCHOOL STYLE until i have to go to that acursed place of learning. which was designed by a guy who designs prisons. coinsidence? i think not. i think not indeed. i also met a girl named michelle (heh, probalby spelled that wrong) today. she's new (really new: like since last friday), but she seemed cool. wonder if i'll ever see her again... i mean, i know the place isn't that big, but there are even people in my grade that i hardly ever see. it's CRAZY. so anyway, i'm off now. keep on truckin'.

oh, and an update on my last post: one of the results produced by that search is our very own ms. arbogast, congratulating her mum. what are that chances?

holy fucking shit. i didn't think it was possible, but SOMEONE ELSE has that name. in fact, apparently more than one someone. i am aghast. there's also apparently another brodie, who also lives in oregon, and has a penchant for tom clancey's "rainbow six." how very, very strange.

some of you will find this humorous. some will simply find it stupid.

as you may have already surmised from the comments of my esteemed partner in crime, i watched memento today. it had a very cool ending...well sort of, i mean, like he said, it's not really the end, but more like the begining, or middle, or...whew. it's a crazy movie, but good. oh so good. i also watched another movie - or a completly different genre - called "bread and tulips." it was in italian (with subtitles), and took place in venice (for the most part). it was very, VERY good. movies like this and amelie are making me think that perhaps i should delve more deeply into european cinema, as the calibur of both these films (and of course run lola run), is, in my opinion, significantly above the level of many hollywood flicks. for this reason, and others (loose european women), i'm thinking about looking into a "study abroad" option which many schools seem to offer. i think that studying film somewhere like france or germany or italy would be - for lack of a better adjective - extremly cool. anyway, i reccomend both of these films to anyone and everyone.
and to all, a good night.

well, i gave blood today. i'm proud of the fact that i did, even though i might have been one hell of a huge pansy about it. it was not - of course - that bad: the anticipation is the worst part. after that, it's really not so bad. and i had one of my buddies there for moral support, so i did fine. ;) so there you go. my good deed for the day. hell, that should hold me over for good deeds for at least a little while. let's just hope they don't tell me i have AIDS.

i don't like mean people.

like, for instance, those people on shows like "the people's court" or "judge judy" or something like that. you know, those ACUTAL COURT CASES that they broadcast over tv. i mean, it's bad enough that these people get their woes broadcast on national television (although they probably get a hefty sum of cash in return, so i'm not TOO sorry for them), but the judges are - at least as far as i can tell - without fail, complety and utter gaping assholes. for instance, i flipped on the tv today, just to see if there was anything worth watching (note: when you get 3 channels, there rarely is), and there was one of those courtroom shows. this one featured a rather irate black man sporting a village person-style moustache as the judge. i haven't the slightest idea what this particular show as called (nor do i care), but this belligerant black man was yelling at a couple of kids (also black) becuase, apparetly, the boy was 18 and the girl was 14. i assumed, of course, that he had been banging her, or some arrangement of that sort, and that he was in court for statutory rape, the charge probably pressed by the girls beleagured parents. this, however, was apparently not the case; the girl and the guy - without having sex - had borrowed her little brother's motor cycle (interesting sidenote: she's 14, her younger brother has a motorcycle...how can he legally drive it? or can you drive motocycles at a young age? once again my ignorance rears its ugly head) in order to get it fixed (it was apparently broken) as a SURPRISE, ie, for one's birthday. unfortunatly for this young pair of starcrossed lovers, things then took a nasty turn. the bike was STOLEN from the garage (say it like your british, it's fun), and wacky hijinx ensue. or so i assume. i turned the tv off at that point, tired of villiage judge's parade of insults. but the point here is that this man, this monster of a man, would not let these two unfortunate kids have a moments peace. they were trying to be reasonable and intelligent, but this juggernaut of a judge gave them no quarter. it made me sad. here were two pretty innocent kids, who had commited an honest mistake, but with good intentions, and now they were getting themselves a new cornhole from some man who's paid to be an asshole on public television. i say, if we're going to have more stupid shows on tv, let em be more like the crocodille hunter. sure, he may be somewhat psychotic, and his wife may have the personality and charisma of jake lloyd, but at least they're not mean.

for those of you who know me, (and anyone reading this probably does) you probably know that i'm none too fond of attempts at relegious conversion, especially when said attempts are directed at me. however, i've learned to live with it (or perhaps more accuratly, some people have learned to DIE with it), and - at least for now - made my peace with relegious fanatics.
that was before yesterday.
i have been preached to, looked down upon, and scorned, but until yesterday, i have never been insulted for my relegious beliefs (or lack thereof). what was this grevious insult, you ask? none other than one bumper sticker i saw whilst on my way to fred meyer's to purchase some delightfuly tasty, yet somewhat overpriced and fattening donuts. the offending decal read as follows: "real men love jesus." well GOSH. apparently i'm not a real man. i mean, i don't HATE jesus, but i wouldn't really say that i LOVE him either, and most certianly not in the way their sugesting (as a christian, you suck fuck, not like THAT). which, apparenly, makes me less of a man. and that just hurts me, right here.
so i'm thinkin' here - and mind you, this doesn't happen often - that perhaps i should make my OWN bumper sticker. a rebuttal sticker, if you will. it could say something like "real men love cheese," or "real men loaf bees," or perhaps even "real men lick penis." i think it could work. in fact, i think i'll go do that. right after i go love me some cheese.

since brodie's evil twin has recently been complaining about his recent lack of representation despite his contribution of the standard disturbing imagery, i have decided to share with you, our fans, what i deem to be the best (or worst):

and yes, that acutally IS a woman. i think. i mean, how many guys do you know named "gina?"

after much deliberation, i've decided to vent my feelings on something, namely those match-making sites, or however the hell you want to refer to them. you know the ones i mean (ok, maybe not ubertopher), but the rest of you do. like "crushmaster" or "somebodylikesyou.com." it's not that i have anything against the idea, persay. yeah, it seems a wee bit shallow and juevenile (like i should talk), but it also seems like a bit of fun in it's own way. and it WOULD be fun, if, perhaps, i was on the sending end and not ont he receiveing end. for example, how am i suposed to know if this "someone who likes me" is acutally some chick who wants to take her gear off and get down, or just one of my "friends" who knows how much i crave sex, and just wants to fuck with my poor, hormone-addled mind. which, by the way, is just cruel. so if you are, fess up now, and i won't beat you TOO bad. maybe i'll just piss in your fridge.
whee. well, everyone else is off probably watch midsummer, and i'm stuck here, watching dark angel. which would probably suck if jessica alba wasn't so GODAMN HOT. whoo boy... yeah. ok. i'm going now.

whilst enjoying the delicate wonderfulness that is penny arcade, i stumbled across this little bit of hilarity:

To Love and Hate,

This requires a small story to give you the necessary background. After a full night of drinking, my friend *John passes out on my couch. Two hours later, the rest of us are playing cards at the kitchen table, and John awakes. He proceeds to walk over to the kitchen table and watch us play cards for a few moments, then proceed to the refrigerator. The fridge is in plain view of the kitchen table, so we see him calmly open the fridge, look around inside (as if for a tasty beverage to cool his parched throat). He then proceeds to PEE into my fridge. Keep in mind that everyone can see him peeing into the fridge. After the shock wears off, my roommate yells at him, “John! Are you pissing in my fridge!!??!?” John replies, “Well, you have three choices outta four.” The jury is still out on what our choices were, and why one was eliminated. Hilarity ensues. Everyone was laughing so hard at this point, half of us had tears rolling down our cheeks, and the other half had fallen out of their chairs. Now my question is: Do I love him for providing sooo much entertainment, or hate him for pissing in my fridge?

Thanks - Jason


i can only hope that my college career will be as filled with excitement and joy and this young man's is.

i had a somewhat shitty day.
women really fuck my life up.
but then i came home and got paid a sweet $20 to play around with some guy's computer until it worked.
life sure is wierd sometimes.

and now it's time for..........LUNCHBOX'S COLLEGE REPORT!!!!!!
that's right kiddos, NOW is the time where luchbox tells you all about all the colleges he visted over spring break, when he would really rather have been getting his grove one, although that probably wouldn't have happened anyway. but none of that! on to THE COLLEGES!!!


we'll begin with BROOKS INSITUTE OF PHOTOGRAPHY (at ventura):
brooks is very cool in a number of ways, first and foremost in terms of equiptment. they seemed to have the greastest selection of avalible equiptment. the had, for example, not one, but TWO hollywood sound stages, one of which was where several portions of the film "erin brokcovich" were made. this is, apparenly, not uncommon (the filming of big movies on the brooks campus) and one of the stipulations made of the party wishing to use the soundstage is that students be given an opportunity to work on the film. which is, of course, bitchin. however, although it was in session, there seemed to be very few people. this was likely party becuase it is a VERY small campus, but it still seemed very empty. maybe becuase they don't have on-campus housing. another big plus was the application process. at least, it seems like it would be a plus for people like me. the process is this: although what your grades in high school are DOES factor in, most of whether or not you get in is based upon interviews and consequent reccomendations by the staff. enthusiasum is what is looked for, and prior experience (which i have, and plan to have more of) is a BIG plus.
(scored on a scale of 1-10)
equipment: 10
campus life: 3
chances of getting in: 9
entertainment: 2
chances of getting into the industry: 8
chicks: 2 (however, since the campus was pretty empty, this is NOT a very educated guess)
website: http://www.brooks.edu/



CHAPMAN UNIVERSITY
chapman was, and still is, my college of choice. it's a nice campus, VERY well funded, respected film department and it has FREE CABLE in the dorms. unfortunatly, it doesn't seem to have quite the scope of equpitment avalible at brooks, although they are opening a new film wing in the near future, and that may prove to make chapman even MORE enticing. chapman just looks pretty damn cool in general. and it was, after all my first. and we all hold a special place in our hearts for our first one.
equipment: 7/8
campus life: 10
chances of getting in: 7
entertainment: 9 (if it had a DDR machine - which is might - this would be a ten)
chances of getting into the industry: 8
chicks: 7
website: http://www.chapman.edu/



UCLA
ah yes. ucla. should probably have been HFBCC, for "Huge Fucking Big City College." becuase goddman it's big. and it's a big city. and LA scares me. not to mention the fact that it would be well-nigh impossible for me to get in to the school, let alone the film school, which only admits 15 people per year. and you can't apply for the film school until your junior year. on the other hand, our tour guide was pretty fuckin hot, although she might not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer.
equipment: don't really know. didn't get to see film department.
chances of getting in: 1
entertainment: 10 (it's L-fucking-A, people!)
campus life: 7
chances of getting into the industry: 8/9
chicks: 10 (once again, L-fucking-A)
website: http://www.ucla.edu/



CSLUB
otherwise known and california state university at long beach. horrible chances of me getting in, but it has DDR and FREE CABLE. big plusses. however, it IS a state school, which means i wouldn't be able to start my film part of education until junior year. which BLOWS. but, like i said, DDR and FREE CABLE. it's pretty hard to beat that. and it has a cool "undergroung" newspaper, that's complletly student run, and has the motto of that if it's legible, they'll print in. which they do. so some of it sucks. but some of it's funny. like the one we picked up had instructions on the cover for how to have a sucessful human barbeque. fun stuff.
equipment: 6
entertainment: 10 (DDR and FREE CABLE!!!)
campus life: 7
chances of getting into the industry: 6
chicks: 8
website: http://www.csulb.edu/index.html



CCAC
the california college of arts and crafts. possibly the coolest thing about this school is it's name. think about it... you're in a bar, mackin some chick. she asks you "so, where do you go to school?" and you're all, "california college of arts and crafts, baby." the some dickweed at the other end of the bar goes "arts and crafts? what are you majoring in, scrapbooking? macrame? ditch this whinny bitch, honey, and date a real man. like me." and then you sock him one in the jaw, and he goes down like a murder weapon, because it's not nice to call people btiches, whatever sex they are. plus, we all know violence is a POWERFUL aphrodsiac, so we also know you're gonna get laid tonight. and that's just ONE of the many reasons i'd go to CCAC. it's also nice and small (but not too small), and in a big city (but not TOO big), and it's cool and artsy. i think i'd fit in. sort of. i like to think i'm artsy. and it seems very free and self-directed. which i like. and the people were very friendly. i think going there would be a very friendly experience. bitchin. or, as peter gibbons, from office space, would say "fuckin a."
equipment: 7
entertainment: 7 (in oakland, not much on campus)
campus life: 10
chances of getting into industry: 6
chicks: 9
website: http://www.ccac-art.edu/cgi-bin/dad


well, there you have it. my spring break, a week late. so if you too are thinking about checking into a film school, check this shit out. you'll be glad you did. but of course, you don't have to take MY word for it.

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