Cheap Laughs. Damn, I’m cLEVer.
Here’s the video we created for the 48 Hour Film Festival. Much props to the cast, comprised mostly of my improv class, and the incredible crew, who made it once again, an awesome weekend.
There were some amazing videos, and as soon as I find them, I will link to them. I can’t do them justice by trying to describe them here. Just like the rest of my stories.
I’ve been meaning to jot a few random notes down here, but I’ve been swamped lately with the 48 Hour Film Project, another video shoot I’m doing for work, and oh yeah, then I also have a real job, and they expect me to be doing all sorts of things for the summer series on TNT, as well as my normal responsibilities. The real job part I can totally handle. No problem. But its really starting to cut down on my free time.
Today I’m sitting in an editing suite while we finish Editing and Audio for the 48 Hour Film Project which we shot (and wrote) this weekend. So far its looking really great, and we’re doing great on time. But I got here at 8AM ON A SUNDAY, and since I’m directing and not doing the editing or audio mixing, I figure I’ve got some time to write. So here comes all the stuff I wanted to write about this weekend, but never had the time.
Because we were filming this weekend, and its a big elaborate project that needs a lot of planning, I was fighting a cold for the entire week. And it caught up to me this weekend. Today I have no voice. I’m pretty sure the woman who was walking her dogs in the park this morning, that asked me how old Elwood was, and didn’t hear me say ‘He’s a puppy’, even though I tried to whisper it loudly 3 or 4 times, thinks that I was deaf. I have a shoot Monday that I’m acting in, and its going to be interesting, because I’m not so sure I’ll be able to deliver any lines.
The film looks great. I’m not just saying that because I directed it. I’m also saying it because I helped to write and shoot it. And holy jeez we had a great time shooting it. So look forward to some more videos cast with my improv group, as this one was. The screening is Tuesday night at 7 (doors open @ 6:30) at the Midtown Arts Cinema. Come show some love. Although I might not be able to audibly speak to you. But I will try to show my appreciation in wild hand gestures and possibly interpretive dance.
I watched My Boys on TBS on Tuesday, and am now officially convinced to DVR it every week and watch it for 2 reasons. 1) its funny. 2) they ripped a joke directly from my childhood. The best news: you can just watch the full episode online here, instead of me trying to explain it. Watch the Dinner Party episode, and pay attention to FHB. Family Hold Back. We definitely did that, and called it exactly the same thing, and in the same fashion. The rest of the episode is pretty good too. Scott, you’re welcome for the google juice.
Ok, well maybe Baby Kuper doesn’t have thumbs yet, I’m not really sure. But Carly is preggers, I’m going to be an uncle! (For real this time. Ryan, Leah, and Hannah are actually cousins.)
Carly took all the right vitamins so there’s a nice little lava lamp and a disco ball in there. And as soon as Biscuits ‘n’ Gravy (temporary name) develops eyeballs and a white leisure suit, I’m sure he or she will appreciate them even more. Can’t wait to meet you!
Its 1:30 AM, so I guess that means its time to change my wordpress theme. Oh, right. Blogs need posts.
I just got back from New York, this weekend, where TNT was nice enough to put me up for a few days in Times Square to enjoy the ProMax convention. Its a marketing and promotions and post-production convention. I went to some seminars, Seth McFarlane spoke, twas a good time. I saw a couple of great spots while there. Check em out.
Here’s one that was presented to bring up the importance of good word choice:
The song, Holy Shit by Centralia, is awesome.
Same lesson learned from this promo:
And I don’t really know how I stumbled upon this, but next chance I get I’m going to give a shot to making one of these for some blues brothers dialog.
Ok, I have to go. Its 1:45 AM and Caroline just challenged me to a Fresh Prince of Bel Air quiz!
Yesterday when I came home, i found the rough side of the sponge on the floor. Sans the rest of the sponge. One of the dogs jumped up on the counter and ate the sponge. I’m now taking bets as to which dog, to be confirmed next doodie time. My money is on Elwood.
Can dogs secretly do drugs? If so, I’m going to argue that Elwood is on them. My dog is on drugs.
This is what I came home to last night:
I throw all my dirty laundry in a pile on my floor. Elwood went and picked them all out, and then chewed them all up. So maybe my dog isn’t on drugs, but he certainly has some sort of foot fetish.
Well, now that its settled that my dog is not on drugs, I went and gave Jake and Elwood their heartworm and flea prevention goop. Its a liquid that gets poured between their shoulder blades so they can trip doggy balls. Which makes sense, because when I do it they take off their collars and start to lick things like the walls and the carpet and each other.
This very instant, Elwood has two tennis balls in his mouth (not side by side, mind you, one is further down his throat than the other) and he’s still trying to fit a rubber bone in there, too. Intervention time.
This is going to make it very difficult for me, let alone others, to take my career seriously.
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So I did improv Saturday night with some members of my class, some members of other classes, and some alumni. It was a lot of fun, and I got some laughs. I made a vow to never try to re-tell improv stories, because I found out pretty quickly they’re prime “and then I found 5 dollars” candidates. So I guess that doesn’t include video proof.
Here’s the Student Showcase portion of the show. Enjoy!
WARNING: I’m about to blog about dog poop. The weak stomach-ed and law enforcement officials might want to skip ahead to the words FLOWERS SMELL NICE. You can’t say I didn’t warn ya.
Jake got an upset stomach when we got down there. He had the shits the entire time we were there. If we left him at home alone (or with the other dogs, rather) for a few hours, we’d come back to find a nice pool of brown. Like a nice little tropical house fly island getaway. Oh, and once on the walls. On the friggin’ walls. I called the vet, she told me what to do, blah blah, I’m not a completely negligent pet owner. Well we just got back to the ATL and he just poo’d out two pieces of wood. I’m honestly excited to see what comes out of his butt next. What could it be? A pebble? A sock? A tin can? A duck? Elwood? Maybe Amelia Earhart. Maybe my DVD copy of Blues Brothers that I can’t find. Maybe all the secrets to LOST. Maybe a treasure map. Maybe Elwood’s throw up that he ate in the car during the trip. Maybe the second batch of Elwood’s vomit that he ate in the car. Maybe the third batch of puke. Maybe Jake’s own head. It could be anything. Considering as before we left, Elwood shit out all the sand he ate at the beach, nothing would surprise me.
FLOWERS SMELL NICE. Here’s a bunch of pictures from this weekend. Having all four dogs down there was pretty intense. But the dogs friggin’ loved the beach and the water. Which is shocking considering that I think the dogs react the same way to baths as a human responds to water-boarding. Jake & Elwood were running through the waves like a doggy version of Baywatch.
Check it:
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