So I didn't think I was going to do this tonight because it's getting kind of late but then I remember I'm pretty much a night owl and decided why not just give this a shot. So here I am again ready to titillate you all and I just know that you are all on the edge of your seats waiting to hear what I have to say.
So there has been this question that has been running around in the back of my mind for some time now. You know when an idea or a thought is just right there in the back of your head but you just can't seem to grasp it nor can you seem to let it go. Well this is me grasping at it right now, because god knows I can never really let anything go. So listen closely because here it is..... "Do we fit the times we are born into?"
Now more importantly I have been thinking to myself "do I fit the times I was born into?" It's just been circling around in the back of my head and now finally I have to get rid of this notion. You see I went to the doctor this week. You're probably thinking big fucking deal I go to the doctor twice a year for a check up what makes you so special? Now to answer that question I would have to say everything, but I think that is something for another day. I only tell you this information about the doctor to illustrate my point.
So, I go to get a check up and get blood work done because my mom has been on my ass for the last six months about it, and something kind of major is going on with me right now, so she just insist that I go and get this check up to make sure everything is okay, because my family has this wonderful and rich history of dying young, which of course is great and I'm really looking forward to all of that but that's not really the point. The point whatever it is... Oh yeah well the point is I go to the doctor get all these test taken and then after it's over they had me this card with a number on it and say three days from now call up here and give this number and our automated system will give you the results of your tests.
What the Fuck!!!! I mean really are we that removed from each other already that I have to call my doctor and a robot is going to tell me that I have cancer, or that I might die of heart failure at some point. So a robot gets to ruin my day??? Is this the type of society we are headed for?? I mean geez a real actual flesh and blood human being I guess doesn't have to time anymore to ruin people's day so now they just leave it to a robot.
And this is all the point that I'm trying to make. I don't know if I fit this time. It is something that I have constantly thought of over pretty much all of my life even before I realized I was thinking about it. But when I think about it I'm not really sure what time I do fit in. I mean I say I don't fit in in this time, but fuck I doubt I would want to fit in back in the days of slavery, fuck that. But the crazy thing is there probably are some slave owners back in the day that would say that I fit in like a gem. An easy going fairly large black man like myself would have been put to all kinds of work I'm sure. But in all seriousness that would really suck.
Sorry I got off on a little bit of a tangent right there and I have no idea where I was going with it. But I do know that this culture that we are living in where it's all about bottom lines and fast pace and how can I make this product faster, cheaper, and more accessible to all these mindless tools that only care about electronics is fucking terrifying.
I really don't know where I was going with all of this but I did have this thought and I wanted to get it out so there you have it. Me talking about my usual nothing.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Happy B-Day Cooper
Today is one of my best friends birthdays, and in honor of his birthday I figured I would write a little something that makes me think of him and one of the best days I've ever had. A day that I can only really describe as "movie masturbation" . It was quite a few years ago now, and to be honest with you I don't even know if I could pull this off again. But me and my dear friend Cooper Hagedorn went out to the theaters and watched 4 movies in one day.
And oh my damn what a spectacular day that it was. For one it was the day that I solidified my already man crush on one Ben Affleck and for two is there any better way to spend a Saturday than with one of your best buds watching kick ass movies. There is really no other reason to write this post than to remember that magical day and to say happy birthday to a friend and that I'm thinking about you buddy. And here are the movies in order that we watched them GONE BABY GONE thanks Mr. Affleck, then we split up for one movie because he had already seen the one that I was going to and I had not yet seen the original of the sequel he was going to watch so.. WE OWN THE NIGHT-me thank you Phoenix/Mendes sex scene in the beginning of the movie, and ELIZABETH: THE GOLDEN AGE-coop. Then I believed we grabbed a bite and headed to another theater were we watched back to back INTO THE WILD and finished off the night with a little ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD. Now if anyone out there has seen a four pack of movies better than that one in a day, I would love to hear about it. Anyway, that just one of my favorite Cooper memories and if you're reading this I invite you to give yours.
check it out!!
Damn Good!
Clive Owen!!
rather than fame, than fortune, than money, than love.... Just give me truth.
Brad Pitt in this movie holy shit
And oh my damn what a spectacular day that it was. For one it was the day that I solidified my already man crush on one Ben Affleck and for two is there any better way to spend a Saturday than with one of your best buds watching kick ass movies. There is really no other reason to write this post than to remember that magical day and to say happy birthday to a friend and that I'm thinking about you buddy. And here are the movies in order that we watched them GONE BABY GONE thanks Mr. Affleck, then we split up for one movie because he had already seen the one that I was going to and I had not yet seen the original of the sequel he was going to watch so.. WE OWN THE NIGHT-me thank you Phoenix/Mendes sex scene in the beginning of the movie, and ELIZABETH: THE GOLDEN AGE-coop. Then I believed we grabbed a bite and headed to another theater were we watched back to back INTO THE WILD and finished off the night with a little ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD. Now if anyone out there has seen a four pack of movies better than that one in a day, I would love to hear about it. Anyway, that just one of my favorite Cooper memories and if you're reading this I invite you to give yours.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
I got Boyz in the Hood again!!!!!!
I would have to say that all of you are very lucky, because I almost never post this close together. But with what just transpired with me yesterday I fee that it is my duty to let everyone know about it.
Now for as long as I can really remember in my life I've been my dad's bitch. And I say that as pretty much a totally good thing. And for the past lets say 10 years or so it has been a running joke between me and my friends that my relationship with my father closely resembles that of Laurence Fishburne and Cuba Gooding Jr. from Boyz in the Hood.
Now this legend was created a long time about when I was in high school. There were often times when my friends were going to the lake or going to hang out somewhere and it would be a Saturday or during the summer and a lot of times I would get shot down by my dad. He would say things like, "You ain't going to the mall til you rake them leaves." or "You got some mowing and edging to do before you go to the lake." So a lot of my time was spent pissed off not hanging out with my friends but doing projects around the house with my dad.
Now the legend was cemented when I was at OU living with my roommate one mister Cooper Hagedorn(The Machine himself). So my dad comes down I guess when I first really moved in and was getting settled in and he took me to buy a few groceries and the legend has it that when we got back and were unloading everything Cooper and Cory were hanging out and Cooper made a bit of a joke thanking my dad for all the food he got for him to eat, or something along those lines, and my dad just looked up at them both and gave them a single HA. I wasn't there at the time, but it doesn't surprise me, and so it really became a joke with all of them that I was in fact my dad's bitch.
Now fast forward to now, where I am 28 years old with my very own life but of course it's never too late for my dad to Boyz in the Hood me. Yesterday I was suppose to get into a little bit of an afternoon drinking session with a good friend of mine, one Cody Jack Merrell, when my dad called and told me to come over because he needed help with a falling beam at his house. It was only suppose to be an hour job, but like so many times before which I guess I had forgotten, no job is just and hour job when you're with Chris Ponder.
The first two hours of the job were spent driving back and forth to the store getting things that he had forgotten or new supplies that he needed, because we had made things worse than they were when we started. Like I posted yesterday "Classic Chris making things worse before they get better."
So of course the afternoon drinking with my friend is pretty much going right out the window not to mention this is the last free day of my vacation and I'm spending it doing manual labor. I'm so pissed, and I feel like a little high schooler again out mowing the lawn while my friends are at the lake.
As the job moves into hour 4 my dad tells me that I can go ahead and go, but of course I say no, because for all the bitching that I'm doing he is still my dad, and for some reason I will never leave until the job gets done.(really a testament of how he raised me.) And in hour 4 as we finally start to make progress and we are actually putting the beam back up I am reminded of the end of all those times that my dad forced me to do something with him instead of going out and hanging out with my friends. And that feeling of accomplishment when you do something yourself and you finish a project and you can say to yourself, you know what I did that. I mowed and raked up this yard and it looks good, or I painted the outside of this house and it looks great, or I changed the starter in my car and now it runs because of me.
It just almost never fails when it comes to my dad, but some how he always when I least expect it Boyz in the Hood my ass, and it always seems to work out for the better. It's ridiculous but in some sick and twisted way I have come to enjoy these things. I love my dad, and I love that fact that I have one more Boyz in the Hood story to tell all of my friends.
If you haven't seen it, well you should!!!!!
Now for as long as I can really remember in my life I've been my dad's bitch. And I say that as pretty much a totally good thing. And for the past lets say 10 years or so it has been a running joke between me and my friends that my relationship with my father closely resembles that of Laurence Fishburne and Cuba Gooding Jr. from Boyz in the Hood.
Now this legend was created a long time about when I was in high school. There were often times when my friends were going to the lake or going to hang out somewhere and it would be a Saturday or during the summer and a lot of times I would get shot down by my dad. He would say things like, "You ain't going to the mall til you rake them leaves." or "You got some mowing and edging to do before you go to the lake." So a lot of my time was spent pissed off not hanging out with my friends but doing projects around the house with my dad.
Now the legend was cemented when I was at OU living with my roommate one mister Cooper Hagedorn(The Machine himself). So my dad comes down I guess when I first really moved in and was getting settled in and he took me to buy a few groceries and the legend has it that when we got back and were unloading everything Cooper and Cory were hanging out and Cooper made a bit of a joke thanking my dad for all the food he got for him to eat, or something along those lines, and my dad just looked up at them both and gave them a single HA. I wasn't there at the time, but it doesn't surprise me, and so it really became a joke with all of them that I was in fact my dad's bitch.
Now fast forward to now, where I am 28 years old with my very own life but of course it's never too late for my dad to Boyz in the Hood me. Yesterday I was suppose to get into a little bit of an afternoon drinking session with a good friend of mine, one Cody Jack Merrell, when my dad called and told me to come over because he needed help with a falling beam at his house. It was only suppose to be an hour job, but like so many times before which I guess I had forgotten, no job is just and hour job when you're with Chris Ponder.
The first two hours of the job were spent driving back and forth to the store getting things that he had forgotten or new supplies that he needed, because we had made things worse than they were when we started. Like I posted yesterday "Classic Chris making things worse before they get better."
So of course the afternoon drinking with my friend is pretty much going right out the window not to mention this is the last free day of my vacation and I'm spending it doing manual labor. I'm so pissed, and I feel like a little high schooler again out mowing the lawn while my friends are at the lake.
As the job moves into hour 4 my dad tells me that I can go ahead and go, but of course I say no, because for all the bitching that I'm doing he is still my dad, and for some reason I will never leave until the job gets done.(really a testament of how he raised me.) And in hour 4 as we finally start to make progress and we are actually putting the beam back up I am reminded of the end of all those times that my dad forced me to do something with him instead of going out and hanging out with my friends. And that feeling of accomplishment when you do something yourself and you finish a project and you can say to yourself, you know what I did that. I mowed and raked up this yard and it looks good, or I painted the outside of this house and it looks great, or I changed the starter in my car and now it runs because of me.
It just almost never fails when it comes to my dad, but some how he always when I least expect it Boyz in the Hood my ass, and it always seems to work out for the better. It's ridiculous but in some sick and twisted way I have come to enjoy these things. I love my dad, and I love that fact that I have one more Boyz in the Hood story to tell all of my friends.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
The GUTTY Life of Brandon Ponder
I'd like to start this whole thing off by saying you are welcome to anyone who reads this whole bit. I should probably also say that I'm sorry because when I get going I seem to be a little long winded. but that's just me so deal with it.
This whole ordeal started around the time of the Super Bowl, which I don't want to get too much into for personal reasons, and anybody who really knows me knows exactly what I'm talking about. But back to the reason I'm writing this in the first place. So during halftime everyone was given a little treat. They all go to hear and interview from "The Bod". I know you don't know who that is but long story short it was a persona I had for myself in my early 20's. A completely ridiculous character with a great bod(in actuality mediocre at best) and he went around slaying chicks with big tits as he would say.
I should say that "The Bod" was not a sexist at all, in reality he celebrated women and their beauty, no matter how he sounded. He was a visionary if I do say so myself. Well as you could imagine everyone enjoyed the interviews a great deal, and that really got me thinking, the world needs "The Bod". So I decided to go on a quest right then and there to reinvent "The Bod" and bring him back to glory.
Some of you might be laughing right about now, but believe you me this is no joke. So basically for the past couple of weeks I have been getting back into a workout routine after a very long sabbatical. And let me just say for the record it has been some kind of terrible. The pains the I had wished to forget all about, the dreadful feeling of morning weights, the running, goddamn the running. It's all back and what a joy that has been.
Now this is a part of a whole overall plan, but that's not really important right now. What's important is me tell you all a little story about last night when I went to workout. So I go to the gym at about 930 last night to get my workout on, get my Bod on if you will. Now let me just say for the record it was miserable, but that's okay, that's what it's suppose to be. For those of you that are there just having fun with it Fuck You, because that's not what it is for me. It's just me kicking my own ass for an hour and a half and then afterwards wanting a piece of cake, but whatever.
So I'm on the "shredmill" my own personal nickname for it and I'm running. Running where might you ask, well I'm running no where because I'm on a damn treadmill. Now about halfway into my 30 minute run I realize jus how much I hate running. Well that's not true,a but 45 seconds into my 30 minute run I realized just how much I hate running. (and now a quick moment where I talk shit to all those out there that enjoy running.) So I hate running so much, always have by the way, that I want to say to all those out there that actually like it, that actually enjoy running Fuck You. No seriously all of you Eat Shit, because I think you are absolutely crazy. And not in a good way, not in a I think that chick is crazy so she'll probably bang the shit out of you. I'm talking the weird guy that cuts out pictures of cars from magazines and glues them to construction paper and jerks off to them crazy.
And then there are those ass hole that actually want to go out there and run a marathon, certifiable. Even though legend has it that Pheidippides after running the distance from Marathon to Athens(or the 26 miles) to announce victory over the Persians he dropped dead. So yeah of course that is defiantly something that I want to do right away. But even more important that than I'll just listen to the words of one Kenny Powers. "I play real sports, I'm not try to be the best at exercise."
I really don't know why I went on that tangent I just really wanted everyone out there to know just how much I hate running. So I run and I blast my ass with a pretty great workout if I do say so myself and after it's done I go over and do some hardcore abs. Because over the past few years as I have been cultivating mass, "The Bod's" ab situation has gotten away from him. So I'm really locking in a good ab workout and by the time I am done I am just spent, so I walk over get a drink, get my stuff and head out to my car.
At this point in the story let me stop for a second and say that it is about 11:00 at night and Oklahoma has had some pretty bad weather the last couple of days so it's freezing outside. So jump into my car and start her up only to get the beginning of what happened to be a 20 minute cramp session that had me on the cold ground at 11:00 at night flopping around trying to make it go away. That's right ladies and sirs, I am so GUTTY right not that this ab workout that I just went through put my body in such shock that couldn't even get I'm my car and drive home. And let me just say that it was freezing cold outside as I lay on the ground thinking about some of my most humiliating points in my life.
And every time I thought that it was all over I would get up, get back in my car and the cramp session would start all over again. I finally got in my car and laid the seat back all the way while I fought through the cramp and tried to figure out if I could drive home. I thought maybe I could drive completely laided back to the backseat with a partial cramp going on.
Finally the cramp went away and I was able to make it home. So that's my long story of basically how GUTTY I am and how bring "The Bod" back I feel in the very near future is going to kill me. I hope you all enjoyed it, I'm sure there will be more to come. Night.
This whole ordeal started around the time of the Super Bowl, which I don't want to get too much into for personal reasons, and anybody who really knows me knows exactly what I'm talking about. But back to the reason I'm writing this in the first place. So during halftime everyone was given a little treat. They all go to hear and interview from "The Bod". I know you don't know who that is but long story short it was a persona I had for myself in my early 20's. A completely ridiculous character with a great bod(in actuality mediocre at best) and he went around slaying chicks with big tits as he would say.
I should say that "The Bod" was not a sexist at all, in reality he celebrated women and their beauty, no matter how he sounded. He was a visionary if I do say so myself. Well as you could imagine everyone enjoyed the interviews a great deal, and that really got me thinking, the world needs "The Bod". So I decided to go on a quest right then and there to reinvent "The Bod" and bring him back to glory.
Some of you might be laughing right about now, but believe you me this is no joke. So basically for the past couple of weeks I have been getting back into a workout routine after a very long sabbatical. And let me just say for the record it has been some kind of terrible. The pains the I had wished to forget all about, the dreadful feeling of morning weights, the running, goddamn the running. It's all back and what a joy that has been.
Now this is a part of a whole overall plan, but that's not really important right now. What's important is me tell you all a little story about last night when I went to workout. So I go to the gym at about 930 last night to get my workout on, get my Bod on if you will. Now let me just say for the record it was miserable, but that's okay, that's what it's suppose to be. For those of you that are there just having fun with it Fuck You, because that's not what it is for me. It's just me kicking my own ass for an hour and a half and then afterwards wanting a piece of cake, but whatever.
So I'm on the "shredmill" my own personal nickname for it and I'm running. Running where might you ask, well I'm running no where because I'm on a damn treadmill. Now about halfway into my 30 minute run I realize jus how much I hate running. Well that's not true,a but 45 seconds into my 30 minute run I realized just how much I hate running. (and now a quick moment where I talk shit to all those out there that enjoy running.) So I hate running so much, always have by the way, that I want to say to all those out there that actually like it, that actually enjoy running Fuck You. No seriously all of you Eat Shit, because I think you are absolutely crazy. And not in a good way, not in a I think that chick is crazy so she'll probably bang the shit out of you. I'm talking the weird guy that cuts out pictures of cars from magazines and glues them to construction paper and jerks off to them crazy.
And then there are those ass hole that actually want to go out there and run a marathon, certifiable. Even though legend has it that Pheidippides after running the distance from Marathon to Athens(or the 26 miles) to announce victory over the Persians he dropped dead. So yeah of course that is defiantly something that I want to do right away. But even more important that than I'll just listen to the words of one Kenny Powers. "I play real sports, I'm not try to be the best at exercise."
I really don't know why I went on that tangent I just really wanted everyone out there to know just how much I hate running. So I run and I blast my ass with a pretty great workout if I do say so myself and after it's done I go over and do some hardcore abs. Because over the past few years as I have been cultivating mass, "The Bod's" ab situation has gotten away from him. So I'm really locking in a good ab workout and by the time I am done I am just spent, so I walk over get a drink, get my stuff and head out to my car.
At this point in the story let me stop for a second and say that it is about 11:00 at night and Oklahoma has had some pretty bad weather the last couple of days so it's freezing outside. So jump into my car and start her up only to get the beginning of what happened to be a 20 minute cramp session that had me on the cold ground at 11:00 at night flopping around trying to make it go away. That's right ladies and sirs, I am so GUTTY right not that this ab workout that I just went through put my body in such shock that couldn't even get I'm my car and drive home. And let me just say that it was freezing cold outside as I lay on the ground thinking about some of my most humiliating points in my life.
And every time I thought that it was all over I would get up, get back in my car and the cramp session would start all over again. I finally got in my car and laid the seat back all the way while I fought through the cramp and tried to figure out if I could drive home. I thought maybe I could drive completely laided back to the backseat with a partial cramp going on.
Finally the cramp went away and I was able to make it home. So that's my long story of basically how GUTTY I am and how bring "The Bod" back I feel in the very near future is going to kill me. I hope you all enjoyed it, I'm sure there will be more to come. Night.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
BE BOLD
There's always this really weird feeling I seem to get when I've not written anything in a while. I mean I've been jotting down things here and there in my journal, but not really putting the pen to pad like I'm suppose to, like I planned to. There's this great quote from a movie that I really like, I can't really think of the movie right now (that's just how much I really like it) But the quote really sums up the way I've been behaving lately. One of the characters in the movie says that they should go talk to somebody or do whatever it is that they are going to do some other time or some other day. And the other character just simply says "Someday, ain't never today." Or something to that nature and a lot of times when I'm procrastinating that is exactly what I think of.
Don't really know where I was going with that, but back to this. So this weekend was just a tragic weekend for me. My Niners get beat in the Super Bowl which just crushes me by the way, and you know I really couldn't even express just how much it crushed me, because I was with my friends and I didn't want to completely freak them out by completely freaking out, so you are all welcome. And then you had the fact that one of my best friends is skipping town so I can't let the Super Bowl effect me that much because this was much more of a crushing blow, and man I happy as hell for him, because I feel that he is on the road to realizing a dream of his that we all joked about years ago. I think he is on his way to taking the sea, I really do so I'm happy about that. But all I can really think about is how much I'm going to miss my friend. But I will say this, I'm quite proud of myself because I didn't even cry, and anyone that knows me, knows I'm a bit of a crier. So I guess good for me.
Now during the Super Bowl there was an event that happened that really got me thinking. Cory read some interviews that me and him would do in class the first year we got to OU. Back when I took on this persona of "The Bod" and the interviews were called "The Bod Chronicles". Now I wish I was making this up but I'm not, we really were characters. But sitting around hearing what 19 or 20 Brandon had to say for himself made me realize some things about myself. 1) I was kind of out of hand back then, but more importantly 2) I was so very bold. For any of you that are reading this that were actually there when it was being read aloud let me just say, I'm sorry and you're welcome. Of course a lot of the things that I said were very ridiculous and lets just say not very PC, but really and truly for those that really know me, know that's just me. That is very much my brand of humor, I like to say uncomfortable things and see people squirm after I say them. and of course I go too far sometimes but really who doesn't.
The thing that really gets me about the whole thing though is that I just sit back and look at myself now I and think what happen to this bold guy you once were? What happened to the guy that loved his friends, loved his family, and didn't give a shit what people thought about him. That wasn't afraid to make a complete ass out of himself just to get a laugh from his friends. I mean I'm still that guy, but now I am a little more afraid to go after that laugh. I think what I'm trying to say here is no more of that. I think I got turned a little sideways about who I am. Kind of doubted myself. I think I fell in love and then decided that I need to put myself in this box that could fit into any situation, but that's not the guy I was meant to be, so that's not the guy I will be going forward. Going forward and going to write and do the things that I am passionate about, and I'm not going to give a shit what anybody thinks about it. Because here is the thing, I am a WRITER, it's just that simple, and I will be great and this world will be great because I am in it. "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." -Samuel Beckett
Oh and I want to let everyone know that in honor of a special little lady that will be here very soon, I will be adding little exerts of a story that I'll be working on. THE ADVENTURES OF DARREL, HARELD, and LITTLE CAROL MERRELL
I saw this movie, and I knew, I'd always be in love with writing.
Don't really know where I was going with that, but back to this. So this weekend was just a tragic weekend for me. My Niners get beat in the Super Bowl which just crushes me by the way, and you know I really couldn't even express just how much it crushed me, because I was with my friends and I didn't want to completely freak them out by completely freaking out, so you are all welcome. And then you had the fact that one of my best friends is skipping town so I can't let the Super Bowl effect me that much because this was much more of a crushing blow, and man I happy as hell for him, because I feel that he is on the road to realizing a dream of his that we all joked about years ago. I think he is on his way to taking the sea, I really do so I'm happy about that. But all I can really think about is how much I'm going to miss my friend. But I will say this, I'm quite proud of myself because I didn't even cry, and anyone that knows me, knows I'm a bit of a crier. So I guess good for me.
Now during the Super Bowl there was an event that happened that really got me thinking. Cory read some interviews that me and him would do in class the first year we got to OU. Back when I took on this persona of "The Bod" and the interviews were called "The Bod Chronicles". Now I wish I was making this up but I'm not, we really were characters. But sitting around hearing what 19 or 20 Brandon had to say for himself made me realize some things about myself. 1) I was kind of out of hand back then, but more importantly 2) I was so very bold. For any of you that are reading this that were actually there when it was being read aloud let me just say, I'm sorry and you're welcome. Of course a lot of the things that I said were very ridiculous and lets just say not very PC, but really and truly for those that really know me, know that's just me. That is very much my brand of humor, I like to say uncomfortable things and see people squirm after I say them. and of course I go too far sometimes but really who doesn't.
The thing that really gets me about the whole thing though is that I just sit back and look at myself now I and think what happen to this bold guy you once were? What happened to the guy that loved his friends, loved his family, and didn't give a shit what people thought about him. That wasn't afraid to make a complete ass out of himself just to get a laugh from his friends. I mean I'm still that guy, but now I am a little more afraid to go after that laugh. I think what I'm trying to say here is no more of that. I think I got turned a little sideways about who I am. Kind of doubted myself. I think I fell in love and then decided that I need to put myself in this box that could fit into any situation, but that's not the guy I was meant to be, so that's not the guy I will be going forward. Going forward and going to write and do the things that I am passionate about, and I'm not going to give a shit what anybody thinks about it. Because here is the thing, I am a WRITER, it's just that simple, and I will be great and this world will be great because I am in it. "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." -Samuel Beckett
Oh and I want to let everyone know that in honor of a special little lady that will be here very soon, I will be adding little exerts of a story that I'll be working on. THE ADVENTURES OF DARREL, HARELD, and LITTLE CAROL MERRELL
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
I shouldn't have but I did
Now against my better judgement I did something that i knew I shouldn't have tonight. I mean I just knew deep down in the pit of my stomach that I just shouldn't do it but I just for the life of me couldn't help myself. I'm like a child that wonders in to the middle of the conversation with no frame of reference(for all you nerds out there that now what I'm talking about, you're welcome). And because I did what I knew I shouldn't have done, I ended up just exactly where I thought I would end up. Where is that you might ask? Well in my bed crying like a baby of course. Well maybe not like a baby, more like heroic man tears, if you get my drift.
SO I bet right about now you're wondering what could make a grown make cry such manly heroic tears, well the answer to that could be a number of things. Like for instance, watching that jack ass who shall remain nameless in my book muff two punts and cost the 49ers a chance to make it back to the Super Bowl where they would have won their 6th championship, that's just one thing. Watching the movie SUPER 8 and being reminded just what it felt like the be a kid and be filled will wonder and excitement. These are just two examples I thought of right off the top of my head but that is not what caused me to cry tonight. It was something very different.
Tonight..... I decided to even though I told myself not to I did it anyway and watched the second trailer for the movie MAN OF STEEL!!!! Oh no he didn't... Yes I most certainly did, and wow did it hit me right in the kisser. And that folks is saying something. I say that because I'm not the biggest Superman fan. There are so many people that I know would love nothing more than to tear my head off for saying that but seriously I just don't have that Superman button in my that so many other people that I know do. I always preferred the darkness of Batman more, or even the cockiness of Iron Man, or the straight badassness of Wolverine. Superman just never quite registered with me like he did with all the rest of my classmates.
That is until right now. Holy Balls, it looks to me like Zach Snyder is trying to make a believer out of me, in the same way that J. J. Abrams made a believer out of me with the new Star Trek. I can still remember the first trailer for that movie there was a line in that trailer that just gave me chills and made me tear up after he first time I saw it, and I knew after that I was going to see Star Trek. Christopher Pike: "Now, your father was captain of a Starship for 12 minutes. He saved 800 lives including yours. I dare you to do better." Oh my god I was hooked after that. and if I didn't just have a blast watching that movie.
And now comes this damn MAN OF STEEL trailer and damn if it didn't just hit me on every different level. I just makes me realize how much I love movies. The imagination and wonder of it all. Reading these comic books as a kid. Feeling tall and awkward and goofy and completely out of place, but being able to completely lose yourself in your imagination and now seeing people put this stuff that I could only imagine on the big screen. God it makes me fall in love all over again, time after time. So please go watch the trailer, or watch this trailer I'm about to post and go see some movies this weekend for god sake, it'll make you feel good. Trust me I know all about these things.
SO I bet right about now you're wondering what could make a grown make cry such manly heroic tears, well the answer to that could be a number of things. Like for instance, watching that jack ass who shall remain nameless in my book muff two punts and cost the 49ers a chance to make it back to the Super Bowl where they would have won their 6th championship, that's just one thing. Watching the movie SUPER 8 and being reminded just what it felt like the be a kid and be filled will wonder and excitement. These are just two examples I thought of right off the top of my head but that is not what caused me to cry tonight. It was something very different.
Tonight..... I decided to even though I told myself not to I did it anyway and watched the second trailer for the movie MAN OF STEEL!!!! Oh no he didn't... Yes I most certainly did, and wow did it hit me right in the kisser. And that folks is saying something. I say that because I'm not the biggest Superman fan. There are so many people that I know would love nothing more than to tear my head off for saying that but seriously I just don't have that Superman button in my that so many other people that I know do. I always preferred the darkness of Batman more, or even the cockiness of Iron Man, or the straight badassness of Wolverine. Superman just never quite registered with me like he did with all the rest of my classmates.
That is until right now. Holy Balls, it looks to me like Zach Snyder is trying to make a believer out of me, in the same way that J. J. Abrams made a believer out of me with the new Star Trek. I can still remember the first trailer for that movie there was a line in that trailer that just gave me chills and made me tear up after he first time I saw it, and I knew after that I was going to see Star Trek. Christopher Pike: "Now, your father was captain of a Starship for 12 minutes. He saved 800 lives including yours. I dare you to do better." Oh my god I was hooked after that. and if I didn't just have a blast watching that movie.
And now comes this damn MAN OF STEEL trailer and damn if it didn't just hit me on every different level. I just makes me realize how much I love movies. The imagination and wonder of it all. Reading these comic books as a kid. Feeling tall and awkward and goofy and completely out of place, but being able to completely lose yourself in your imagination and now seeing people put this stuff that I could only imagine on the big screen. God it makes me fall in love all over again, time after time. So please go watch the trailer, or watch this trailer I'm about to post and go see some movies this weekend for god sake, it'll make you feel good. Trust me I know all about these things.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Thanks to Cusack
I must admit to you all right here and now that I am rather partial to John Cusack. Now granted I'm not saying that everything he's done has been gold, i.e. Must Love Dogs, Pushing Tin, and god 2012. But let me just say that some of the characters he's created I will remember forever. He does that rare thing for me, and this is the problem with movies in this day and age I think. He just makes a number of solid movies.
I feel like there use to be so many more solid movies that would come out. Now it's like Blockbusters, Shit, More Shit, then it's Oscar Season movies. Were did all the just solid that was a good movie go? I'm either watching movies that are built for tweens, or I'm watching the latest in gore, freaky, crazy, did you see that ghost are all around us that's why is scary, or shit blowing up everywhere from start to finish, so much stuff in the frame my eyes can't keep up, or heavy handed performance pieces... Now granted I can watch the latter any day of the week, but seriously what ever happened to just going in and watching a good solid movie?
That's what a lot of Cusack is for me. Just solid shit that I really dig. And I was reminded of that from a quote from one of his greatest movies might I add(thank you Jamie) "Where are all the good men dead? In the heart or in the head?"-Grosse Pointe Blank If you haven't seen it, child please, go out and watch it as soon as you can. If you don't like it, well then you're and idiot and I can't help you. KIDDING.
Then there is the weirdo he plays in Being John Malkovich, seriously you'll hardly recognize him, and it's such a sweet movie. There's High Fidelity which I know so many people have to love because it's solid. Then there is one of my personal favorites, The Sure Thing... I mean it's just totally 80's in the best possible way, and it's a road trip movie so clutch.
And let us not forget about Lloyd Dobler. I mean really the eternal optimist that just gets it done in the weirdest of ways. The guy that is more self assured at 18 than most people are there whole lives. Good I love love Say Anything... Yeah I know all about the cliche Peter Gabrielle song that everyone has to know from the movie. But damn it cliches are that for a reason that song and that seen and that movie is just the tits, that's all there is to it.
"What I really want to do with my life - What I want to do for a living - Is I want to be with you daughter. I'm good at it." -Say Anything...
"Don't be a guy, be a man. The world is full of guys." -Say Anything...
Anyway, that's my thing for the night, I guess I'm gonna go polish off John Cusack and then maybe go to bed... Tell me what you think... Who is one of your favorite random actors that you don't think gets enough love?
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