once in a...uh...well, about three months, i guess...

i don't pimp my OTHER site here much, mostly because, well, there's not a whole lot to pimp. i mean, i never update it, now that i post to this one all the time, and most of you have probably been forced to look at my pitiful excuses for artwork more than you would like, but i HAVE just updated it, for the first time in over three months, with the fruits of my artistic labor (not counting films). so please, if you have nothing better to do, go check it out.
all the new goodies are in the "drawing" section, by the way. haven't had anything to update the other sections with in quite some time.

i am going to fucking sue someone

this is both amazing cool and irritating. cool because it's just...well...i mean, look at it. irritating, becuase i think they just stole the plot for topher saves christmas and turned it around into some sort of "pro-jew" movie. like that show on disney channel with the jewish kid who plays basketball? i'm serious...jewish jokes aside, who on EARTH came up with that idea?
"so let's make a show about the jewish kid.."
"i like it, i like it!"
"and he...he...he PLAYS BASKETBALL!"
"OMG that is TEH BEST!"
anyway...i think i've been anti-semitic enough for one night. sorry zach.

edit: now you can visit the web site! it's got all sorts of great stuff, like the theme song, some deffinitions of jewish terms, a test to see how jewish you are (i rated as a "member of the tribe" - which surprised me a little, what with my ramapant anti-semitism), and, of course, a flash game called "gentile invaders." this movie is comming out december 19 of this year which is, i guess, hanukkah, or something, but sadly only in a few cities. hopefully, it will move on to a wider release like the greg's preview page says, because i sure as shit wanna see this. also, interesting fact: the man playing the title role, was the guy (also apparently jewish - i didn't see the whole movie, so i probably missed that part) in saving private ryan who gets the knife slowly shoved into his gut by the german guy they saved earlier, while the useless coward who was just suposed to CARRY THE FUCKING AMMO cowers at the bottom of the stairs like, to borrow from some guy who was insulting gabe, "a pussy-less pussy."
well great, the edit's longer than the post. oh well. i'm going to go fold my clothes now. and then go to bed. at six in the morning. which, unfortunatly, has become the norm for this weekend. not good. not good at all.

vin's eyes

so anyway, i happened to turn on the sci-fi channel right before i was about to take a shower (big mistake) and they were showing pitch black. now, i'd never seen this before, but vin diesel has been in some cool movies, and the spaceship in the opening looked badass, so i thought i'd give it a try. after watching...maybe half an hour of it, i realized there was alot of fi, and not to much sci, so i turned it off. not, however, before getting my fill of the tasty radha mitchell. unfortunatly, it seems that in real life - at least, in premeire photos and so on on IMDB - she's not quite as hot in real life as she is in this movie. that aside, however she is, as carolyn fry quite possibly in competetion with rosamund pike and gigi edgely for the title of hottest woman on earth. so anyway, i'm going to go take a shower now.

for a school that costs to damn much, you'd expect things to work, but you'd be FUCKING WRONG

yeah, so i just got done registering, and it was a truely henious ordeal. i'm sure it will become less so when i don't register on pretty much the last day. no, not because i was lazy: it was the day assigned to me, because i'm a freshman. sucks to be me. so i decided to register online, using the delightful "webadvisor". using delightful to describe this steam pile of FUCKING SHIT would be kind of like of like me using the word "disgusting" to describe sex with two hot asian women. not only is this chunk of inelegant javascript and what-have-you rather ugly, it doesn't even have some of its image links mapped correctly, and it also has this cute habbit of making me log in again, for no apparent reason when i'm in the middle of something relatively unimportant such as, oh, i donno, registering for my goddamn classes. unlike the grenada, which was worthless and didn't work in a sort of way that made me want to kiss it all over, webadvisor - or, as i will call it from now on, webFUCKYOUYOUFUCKINGASSHOLE - is just, well, irritating. however, that's not what i really wanted to talk about. i wanted to tell you all about my schedule, which, although not what i had originally hoped for, is nonetheless pretty "wicked." it follows.

literature into film - i am taking this class for two reasons: one, it is taught by anthony garcia, who is currently my english teacher, and possibly one of the coolest people over fifty on the face of the planet. he is also a good english teacher. he swears alot, and that's the sort of thing that endears people to me.

cinematography I - cinematography. i'm taking this becasue, well, i'm a film major. bitchin'.

modern dance I - gather your rosebuds - or rather, laughs, in this case - while ye may: when i show up this summer totally ripped, and a dancing MACHINE, it will be i who is laughing. and getting lots and lots of sex. also, mara and i will finally have something in common, besides parents and a last name. perhaps this will allow us to RELATE to one another, as i've heard siblings sometimes do.

elementary german I - ha ha ha. yes, i know. i'm pathetic. you may laugh.

art of india, the himalayas, and southeast asia - well, i like art. and all the classes that involved acutally MAKING it were filled up. and heck, i like asia. so there you go.

this schedule has me with three classes on tuesday and thrusday, the first two within fifteen minutes of each other, and one class on monday and wednesday, and it isn't until 7 pm. fuck yes. for those of you who share my affinity for addition, and have realized that this is only apparently four classes, i have the following to say to you: cinematography and lit into film are classes that only happen on day a week - one of them is on tuesday, and one is on thrusday. HA. sure showed YOU.

i've also got a couple of classes on waitlist, and some of them i rather hope i get into - ie, a couple more film classes - and tomarrow i'm going down to the registrar (which, by the way, should be the name of a pro wrestler. just think about it...topher "the registrar" french. i know I'D shudder in fear, and i'll bet the rock would too.) and see about testing out of pre-calc, because i would cry if i had to take it again. if i can test out, i'm going to take single-variable calc again, since, much as i love mr. cornell, a combination of theatre, trying not to let american lit kick my ass, and just being a lazy-ass kept me from learning as much in that class as i would have liked to. and, let's face it, i acutally kind of LIKE math.

anyway, i'm sure you didn't care about any of this, i'm just putting off writing a blade runner essay, for film aesthetics. i do not want to. but i need to. before i go, however, i have two more things.

the first is this, which is the tentative "script" for my final film project, tentatively titled the first temptation of sidney arthur. it is about the buddha reborn, and how he plays cribbage to avenge his father's death. it is delightful. the writing of it was assisted in some large part by allison, and kyle will be furnishing me with details on cribbage to make the climatic battle scene all the more realistic. it should also be noted that kyle was also responsible, in some way, for the genisis of this idea; if i am the father or this film, he is unboubtedy its mother. however, if you feel you have the time, AND I KNOW YOU DO, YOU LAZY-ASSES, it would be SWELL if you all could read it, and give me any suggestions. i won't start filming until monday or so, so bring the pain. i welcome it. and i will thank you, even in the credits, perhaps. also, as suitably befits an epic of this sort, i will be putting it up here for THE WORLD to see.

the second is this web site. it is, in some ways, like a window into my soul. in some ways it is not. for instance, my soul does not contain steven tyler raping men. nonetheless, it was a mind-expanding and, i dare say, perhaps even a RELEGIOUS experience for yours truely. so go. i suggest you play the one on the far left, as it seemed the most profound, and also has falkor.

now, since i am feeling somewhat literary and eloquent and so on after all this writing, i'm going to go off and try to write that essay, give up, and then play escape velocity until four in the morning.
college is truely the good life.

oh

i know it's a little past the moment now, but if anybody wanted to see pictures from rocky horror, the ssea has put a whole bunch of them up here. there are a lot of hot women. also, if you look closely, you can see ME - well, bits of me - in some of the pictures. i think it's my shoulder, and my arm. i'm wearing a red and grey striped rugby shirt. yes. not exatly appropriate attire, but there where plenty of people who WERE. anyway.
also, do not EVER read ethan frome. it is nothing but horribly depressing.

i like burritos, and del taco has some pretty good ones, for pretty cheap.

ok, i don't know if i've mentioned this young woman previously. she's one of the people i found in my search for northwest music for my show. she's acutally one of the few people i think is sort of GOOD, but i'd like some second opinions. and since we're talking about music, with topher's concert and all, i thought now might be a good time to bring it up. anyway...yeah. i'm also bored, and doing my radio show right now.

oh yeah

i just remebered this, and thought i'd post it, as it was kinda cool:
i'm sure you all remeber mr. malcom mcdowell, protagonist of stanley kubrick's "a clockwork orange" and antagonist of the delightful "tank girl". cool guy. anyway, his sone goes to my school. i haven't acutually MET this son, or his father, but i have SEEN teh son. which, in a sad sort of way, is really the closest i've ever been to any sort of celebrity. except for nikos, of course, but he doesn't really count since i wouldn't really care about meeting jewel anyway.
so, there you have it. why chapman is cool.

i've been building a man

ok, before i go play more of the simply DELECTABLE escape velocity: nova - which i have, literaly, played ALL DAY today - i must speak of what i did tonight. sadly, no, it does not involve booty. let me rephrase: there was a great deal of booty INVOLVED, but i was unable to interact with any of it. specifically, i went to a production of the rocky horror picture show right here at my very own (christian) chapman university.
i shall explain.
there is a this "group", called the SSEA (which stands for student society of entertainment arts - it's basically a joining of people from the film and theatre programs to foster, well, stuff), and they put on various...things. for example, they apparent have this "comedy hour" every year - obviously an event i have yet to attend - and do other wacky stuff, like dressing this chick up as the easter bunny, having her walk around and take polaroids with various people, then charge these strangers for the picture. funny. anyway, at the sugestion of one ivan baron von norman - his ACTUAL name - they produced a version of the rocky horror picture show in the following fashion: the film all know and love was projected on a screen at the back of a stage, whilest several actors, a number of the delightfully hot, acted out the whole thing, lip syncing and so on to the songs and dialogue. to make things even MORE interesting, the cast of a local production of same show were there, in the front row, and were naturally versed in all the various things you say/do/emote/whatever at various points: this one rather large and portly gentleman kept a nearly continuious commentary or jests and responses that was clearly planned in advance. anyway, i could go on and on about the way it was done, but i want to play my game, so i'll make things a little shorter.
going to this show was indeed a great deal of fun, despite the fact that i had neglected to bring any of my clothes, or steal any of mara's, that might have been suitable for atteneding rocky horror. NOTE: as i was writing this, and listening to my entire music library - over four days of music - the punk cover of the rocky horror opening song came on. WOAH. back to your program, still in progress: so, i was just wearing a rugby shirt, complete with shoulder pads (!), and some delightful lip gloss and eye, uh, stuff, courtest of my darling friend laura. even so unsuitably attired, i soon forgot about my own shortcommings as i was reminded of the REAL reason i went to college: there are alot of hot, hot women here, and an event of this sort, they are NOT WEARING MUCH. i was sitting two seats away from a girl who, i swear, was wear about as much material is in my SOCKS. i am not even kidding. admitedly, i wear pretty fucking big socks, but still. it was HOT. as was she, and a number of other ladies. in case you were curious, there were many hot young men as well, and the ones on stage wore coresets and the like. i am sad that i could not take pictures, and thus share the delight of it all with you, but such is life.
anywho, much fun as i had, going to this made me miss all of you...i thought of the people who would have been so goddamn stoked to go see this, and who would have been totally dressed up and screaming the responses and squirting water and throwing confetti along with everyone else, and then you made me think of everyone else, whether they would have liked it, or not liked it, or not cared, or whatever. so, i miss you. but i will see you all in...woah. only about a month now. but then, you all knew that, since i just KNOW you're counting the days until i get back. which in case you've misplaced your calendar, will be december 14th. anyway, i think i'm done for now, and i think there's a federal destoryer out there with my name on it, so i bid you all aufweidersehen.
don't dream it kids, be it.

here it is

i'd acutally seen this before he gave me the link, but when andrew suggested i put it up on the site, i realized i should have done exactly that a while ago. this little flash animation seem sto be one of those things that spreads like a virus over the internet...i see it one place, then another, soon it's everywhere. like the "all your base" thing, or homestar and so on. anyway, hope you enjoy it. it IS funny.

late breaking news: an-drew also sent me this. eighteen and over, kiddies.

if i looked up "gay" in the dictionary

it would link to this web page.
i was going to have one of those images up here on the page, but then i realized that i didn't need my sexuality constantly questioned that way.

OMG

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

yay!

ok, does anyone besides me think that "baby magnet" would be a cool name for a band?

joy arcade

not for anyone

this is, like the title says, not really meant for anyone. but, i mean, it's just...well, some of you will probably enjoy it, perhaps even feel...vindicated? i donno. anyway, not for the weak of stomach, heart, or liver.

people with umbrellas are PUSSIES

check this out. it cheered me up, until the fucking thing gave me a 56%. i think it's because i don't wear sandals with socks. goddamnit.

of movies and so on and so forth, ego, concordantly, visa ve.

before i stumble into bed to get what will probably be the only 2 hours of sleep i'm going to get until tonight, i'd just like to say a little about the matrix: revolutions, which i saw this morning at 6:00, after staying up all night to do so.
in short, it is good. plauged - at least to my eye - by few or none of the obvious CG problems that plauged reloaded, it also has crazy character shit, hugo weaving acting being, more or less, completely off his rocker, and of course, tons and tons philosophy/pseudo-philosophy, depending on who you are. suffice it to say that while i felt reloaded had some bits that dragged on, revolutions was the wachowski's going "fuck, we've still got lots to say!" not that i think it was rushed, just that it was more choc-full of nougaty goodness. well, there's othet stuff i want to say, but i'm too tired to think coherently, and i think my typing is probaly keeping joe from getting the sleep he desperatly needs - the boy is always up into the wee hours editing. so i'll sign off, and just finish by pointing out that i recall jada pickett-smith saying in a magazine that her character of niobe is kind of the the matrix's han solo; with this i agree, except that she is hotter, and also attracted to lawrence fishbourne. but then, who wouldn't be?
oh, one more thing...this. sailing a thousand ships sometime in 2004, and featuring two of everyone's favorite hollywood hotties: brad pitt and the delectable orlando bloom.
(if anyone knows how to correctly spell "visa ve", as in one of the architect's many delightful turns of phrase, please enlighten me.)

i am happy

tonight - as i write this, even - it is, in fact, RAINING. i am, perhaps, the happiest i've been since i moved here. no, scratch that, i AM, no doubt about it, the happiest i've been since i came here. this is the best halloween EVER.