Also tonight, Keith and I found these amazing short films.
These two are holiday promotional shorts from Woodpecker Studios in Finland from a couple of years ago. I don't know how it took me this long to find them.
Also, this video is a commercial for a European wind energy company. It is absolutely genius.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
You can tell me how you feel, even if it's going to let me down...
So Christmas is over, and my Colorado trip will be over soon as well. I'm heading home on Friday, and I feel that I've accomplished exactly what I intended to do while I was here. I've completely relaxed. I've been hanging around the house for most of the time, just watching movies on the sattelite TV and stuffing myself with cheesey, greasy comfort food that my mother is so good at making. I've finished the book I was reading, and I've started another, which I hope to finish by the time I get back. I've also spent some time with my family while I've been here which is really nice.
The night before Christmas Eve, I think it was Sunday, my cousin Sean Called me up and asked if I wanted to hang out and maybe go to a bar. My cousin is a really good guy, and always tries to hang out with me as much as possible while I'm out here, which is weird for me because when I'm out here, I mostly just want to sit around by myself or with my parents. Anyway, I said "Sure" and he drove the thirty or so minutes out to my parents' house.
Sean is a big guy. I think he's somewhere in the neighborhood of 6'8". This must have scared the shit out of my dog, because as soon as Sean walked into the house, she bit him. Hard. She broke the skin on his knuckle and it bled like crazy. We hung out with my mom for a little bit while she fixed up his hand and had a nice conversation. When we went out to his car, it was sitting in the driveway, still running. I opened the door to get in, only to see three cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon on the passenger seat, and an open bottle of some unidentified beer in the cupholder. I shoved the cans over and laughed. Colorado is a weird place.
While we were driving he did most of the talking, as I am not very good at making conversation. He talked a lot about the trouble he and his sister are having. I guess they've been fighting like crazy, like really crazy. I guess it got to the point of a physical altercation between Sean and his sister's boyfriend. I'm not really sure how all of this family drama got started so I just listened and pretended to know what he was talking about. He also talked a lot about his girlfriend or ex-girlfriend. He still wasn't very clear with any of this stuff. I'm fairly sure he was pretty drunk, but still I listened and chimed in when necessary. While he was talking I started to notice that we were getting on the interstate. My parents live about a half hour drive out of Denver, so I figured we would just go to a bar in the area. I asked him where we were going and he told me we were going to the bar he works at downtown.
The bar is called The Bank. I'm not exactly sure what Sean does there, but I wasn't really curious enough to ask. The bar is a pretty a cool place. The guys that were working there didn't seem like complete douchebags, and there were a decent amount of people there for ten p.m. on a Sunday night. There wasn't much in the way of attractive girls there, but the drinks were free, so I wasn't complaining. It's not like I would have actually spoken with any of them anyways. I am fairly socially inept. We hung out for a couple hours, talking to one of the cooks at the bar. I think his name was Mike. He was completely drunk, and he was telling stories about how much his life sucked at the moment. My cousin was drinking a lot of whiskey with beers, and telling stories, the validity of which I cannot confirm, about dealing drugs and pointing guns at people and shit. He claims to have given ODB the cocaine that killed him. Who am I to doubt? After Sean demolished a plate of potato skins with extra bacon and a plate of fried mushrooms, we played a game of fooseball and headed home. Sean drank another beer on the drive home.
Christmas Eve was was pretty fun. My mom made dinner at home and my aunt and uncle and cousins came over. Dinner was fantastic and I drank lot of the expensive beer my parents bought. My mom asked me to go to church with them at nine p.m. that night, and I agreed, just to make her happy. I was pretty drunk by the time we left for church, but I'm not sure if anyone knew. I spent most of the time during the service checking out girls. I'm a piece of shit.
Christmas morning was pretty cool. I woke up and it was snowing, and it ended up snowing all day. I got a pretty nice camera from my parents, as well as an assortment of DVDs. I also got a new screenwriting book from my dad, which I really appreciated. After opening presents, I proceeded to the basement where I watched the first disc of season one of Arrested Developement, which I followed up with a screening of Fargo. I took a few pictures on my new camera, that will not be developed for a little while, as well as a few on my dad's camera, but mostly I just sat in the basement watching movies.
We ate dinner that night at my aunt Paulette's house. It was pretty fun, and the food was pretty good. Also, more free beer. I'm sure I'm gaining a ton of weight on this trip, with all the free food and beer just sitting there waiting for me to consume it. At my Aunt's house, my cousin Erin's husband, Justin, gave me a painting he did. Justin is a a really big, really funny guy, who also happens to be deaf. His paintings are really good and really interesting, but not necessarily the kind of stuff I'm into. Never the less, I was really appreciative of his gift to me. After dinner we sat around talking about UFOs and stuff, weird Christmas conversation I know. We headed home and it finally stopped snowing on the way.
I spent all day today watching movies and tv. I'm sitting here listening to Michael Cera's band, The Long Goodbye and watching Futurama on mute. Futurama will not be on Adult Swim anymore after this week. I've been staying up ridiculously late, because I've vowed to myself that I would not adjust to the time while I'm here. So I've been waking up pretty late and wasting most of my days. I've got a lot to do tomorrow though, so I'll probably try to wake up a little earlier than I have been. I have to pay for my classes this semester (Still excited about starting school), do the paperwork for my archaeology job, and get some hiking boots for the same reason. I'm really excited to get home.
The night before Christmas Eve, I think it was Sunday, my cousin Sean Called me up and asked if I wanted to hang out and maybe go to a bar. My cousin is a really good guy, and always tries to hang out with me as much as possible while I'm out here, which is weird for me because when I'm out here, I mostly just want to sit around by myself or with my parents. Anyway, I said "Sure" and he drove the thirty or so minutes out to my parents' house.
Sean is a big guy. I think he's somewhere in the neighborhood of 6'8". This must have scared the shit out of my dog, because as soon as Sean walked into the house, she bit him. Hard. She broke the skin on his knuckle and it bled like crazy. We hung out with my mom for a little bit while she fixed up his hand and had a nice conversation. When we went out to his car, it was sitting in the driveway, still running. I opened the door to get in, only to see three cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon on the passenger seat, and an open bottle of some unidentified beer in the cupholder. I shoved the cans over and laughed. Colorado is a weird place.
While we were driving he did most of the talking, as I am not very good at making conversation. He talked a lot about the trouble he and his sister are having. I guess they've been fighting like crazy, like really crazy. I guess it got to the point of a physical altercation between Sean and his sister's boyfriend. I'm not really sure how all of this family drama got started so I just listened and pretended to know what he was talking about. He also talked a lot about his girlfriend or ex-girlfriend. He still wasn't very clear with any of this stuff. I'm fairly sure he was pretty drunk, but still I listened and chimed in when necessary. While he was talking I started to notice that we were getting on the interstate. My parents live about a half hour drive out of Denver, so I figured we would just go to a bar in the area. I asked him where we were going and he told me we were going to the bar he works at downtown.
The bar is called The Bank. I'm not exactly sure what Sean does there, but I wasn't really curious enough to ask. The bar is a pretty a cool place. The guys that were working there didn't seem like complete douchebags, and there were a decent amount of people there for ten p.m. on a Sunday night. There wasn't much in the way of attractive girls there, but the drinks were free, so I wasn't complaining. It's not like I would have actually spoken with any of them anyways. I am fairly socially inept. We hung out for a couple hours, talking to one of the cooks at the bar. I think his name was Mike. He was completely drunk, and he was telling stories about how much his life sucked at the moment. My cousin was drinking a lot of whiskey with beers, and telling stories, the validity of which I cannot confirm, about dealing drugs and pointing guns at people and shit. He claims to have given ODB the cocaine that killed him. Who am I to doubt? After Sean demolished a plate of potato skins with extra bacon and a plate of fried mushrooms, we played a game of fooseball and headed home. Sean drank another beer on the drive home.
Christmas Eve was was pretty fun. My mom made dinner at home and my aunt and uncle and cousins came over. Dinner was fantastic and I drank lot of the expensive beer my parents bought. My mom asked me to go to church with them at nine p.m. that night, and I agreed, just to make her happy. I was pretty drunk by the time we left for church, but I'm not sure if anyone knew. I spent most of the time during the service checking out girls. I'm a piece of shit.
Christmas morning was pretty cool. I woke up and it was snowing, and it ended up snowing all day. I got a pretty nice camera from my parents, as well as an assortment of DVDs. I also got a new screenwriting book from my dad, which I really appreciated. After opening presents, I proceeded to the basement where I watched the first disc of season one of Arrested Developement, which I followed up with a screening of Fargo. I took a few pictures on my new camera, that will not be developed for a little while, as well as a few on my dad's camera, but mostly I just sat in the basement watching movies.
We ate dinner that night at my aunt Paulette's house. It was pretty fun, and the food was pretty good. Also, more free beer. I'm sure I'm gaining a ton of weight on this trip, with all the free food and beer just sitting there waiting for me to consume it. At my Aunt's house, my cousin Erin's husband, Justin, gave me a painting he did. Justin is a a really big, really funny guy, who also happens to be deaf. His paintings are really good and really interesting, but not necessarily the kind of stuff I'm into. Never the less, I was really appreciative of his gift to me. After dinner we sat around talking about UFOs and stuff, weird Christmas conversation I know. We headed home and it finally stopped snowing on the way.
I spent all day today watching movies and tv. I'm sitting here listening to Michael Cera's band, The Long Goodbye and watching Futurama on mute. Futurama will not be on Adult Swim anymore after this week. I've been staying up ridiculously late, because I've vowed to myself that I would not adjust to the time while I'm here. So I've been waking up pretty late and wasting most of my days. I've got a lot to do tomorrow though, so I'll probably try to wake up a little earlier than I have been. I have to pay for my classes this semester (Still excited about starting school), do the paperwork for my archaeology job, and get some hiking boots for the same reason. I'm really excited to get home.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
My trip so far...
So I'm spending the week at my Parents' house in Colorado, and I'm pretty glad to be out of town. My living situation is really getting to me, more than it ever has before. If it weren't for my financial situation, there is no way I could put up with it. Things should be turning around for me in the next month or so, as I will be doing some archaeology with my dad in the San Diego area. I think I'll only get abut two weeks of work in before school starts, but It's full time and I'll be getting twelve dollars an hour, plus a signing bonus. I'm really excited about this coming semester for a lot of different reasons. I'm starting to blather, but the point is, I have an exciting month coming up after this relaxing trip.
My journey yesterday went surprisingly smooth. It was a relatively uneventful trip. I was hoping to have bought a camera before I started the trip but my plans fell through, and by the time another camera was offered to mefor the trip by my friend Keith, I didn't have room in my bags to bring it safely. This would be much more interesting with some pictures from the actual trip.
Keith told me on Friday night that he could give me a ride to the airport in Santa Barbara, but yesterday morning it took me a few tries to reach him. I got a little nervous and thought that I might get to the airport a little late, but I ended up actually being a little early.
I did a lot of people watching. When I first entered the lobby of gate two, where I was to wait for my first plane, the only people I saw were a young looking couple who looked vaguely familiar and their four small children. I can't imagine being responsible for four other lives. I can't even really count on myself to be responsible for my own life. I was very worried that my flight to Las Vegas was going to be a screaming baby hellride. The room started filling up very quickly. soon it started to look like there would be too many people for the small plane I was to take, but then I realized that there was more than one plane leaving from the gate. I felt stupid. I kept exchanging awkward glances with a fairly attractive hispanic girl. I also kept looking at a thick blonde girl's behind. I can't help it. There were a lot of small children in the room and I was getting more and more nervous about the possible havoc that they could wreak on the plane. I would not be able to block any of it out, as my iPod decided to die the day before I left.
The flight to Las Vegas ended up being very peaceful. The babies decided to pass out. I sat directly across the aisle from the attractive hispanic girl, but I couldn't muster up enough courage to say anything to her. The most interesting part of the flight was this pushy flight attendant, that kept insisting that the man sitting next to me take his headphones off to listen to the flight safety presentation. She also stole my ginger ale before I had consumed half of it.
The Las Vegas airport is wholly unimpresive. I had a two hour layover, so I figured I could get some reading in or check up on the internet as I so often do. I ended up waiting in line for a little more than an hour. I took a train type thing to the actual gate, that gave me a pretty cool view of the all the casinos on the strip. Again, I wished I had a camera. Near the gate I ordered some chicken tenders at Burger King, which were served to me rather roughly by an older woman with a gravely voice and one eye. Again, I wish I had a camera. I barely had time to eat before we boarded, but somehow I managed to make a few internet updates.
The flight to Denver was really boring. I kept checking out a young, blonde flight attendant. She was nothing to get very excited about, but I always find someone to objectify and she was the only likely candidate.
Colorado is cold. I stood outside waiting for my parents for a while it was cold. Colorado is cold. It turns out that I was waiting on the completely wrong side of the building. Colorado is cold. I finally found my parents and on the way to their house, we stopped at an international noodle restaurant. To my amazement I was greeted by a midget at the counter. Yes, I said midget. I don't really care what the prefered nomenclature is. She was nice enough, but had she actually brought my food to the table, I would have had reservations about eating it. I am a piece of shit, I know this. On a high note, I'm pretty sure I got checked out by a couple of trashy looking blonde girls.
Since I arrived at my parents' house I have not left. I've been lounging around in a huge, clean, actual house. With sattelite TV and everything! I've been eating all of their good food, drinking all their sodas and beers. It's been really nice to sit around and relax in a place doesn't feel like it's making you filthier by the second. I went outside for a little bit today and took a few pictures with my dad's pictures.
My mom and dad's front porch.
The view from their back yard.
View from "My room's" balcony.
This place is fucking cool.
There are a few more. I'll either post them here when I get home, or I'll make a Flickr or Photobucket account. I'll update later during my vacation as I see fit. Unless nothing interesting happens.
My journey yesterday went surprisingly smooth. It was a relatively uneventful trip. I was hoping to have bought a camera before I started the trip but my plans fell through, and by the time another camera was offered to mefor the trip by my friend Keith, I didn't have room in my bags to bring it safely. This would be much more interesting with some pictures from the actual trip.
Keith told me on Friday night that he could give me a ride to the airport in Santa Barbara, but yesterday morning it took me a few tries to reach him. I got a little nervous and thought that I might get to the airport a little late, but I ended up actually being a little early.
I did a lot of people watching. When I first entered the lobby of gate two, where I was to wait for my first plane, the only people I saw were a young looking couple who looked vaguely familiar and their four small children. I can't imagine being responsible for four other lives. I can't even really count on myself to be responsible for my own life. I was very worried that my flight to Las Vegas was going to be a screaming baby hellride. The room started filling up very quickly. soon it started to look like there would be too many people for the small plane I was to take, but then I realized that there was more than one plane leaving from the gate. I felt stupid. I kept exchanging awkward glances with a fairly attractive hispanic girl. I also kept looking at a thick blonde girl's behind. I can't help it. There were a lot of small children in the room and I was getting more and more nervous about the possible havoc that they could wreak on the plane. I would not be able to block any of it out, as my iPod decided to die the day before I left.
The flight to Las Vegas ended up being very peaceful. The babies decided to pass out. I sat directly across the aisle from the attractive hispanic girl, but I couldn't muster up enough courage to say anything to her. The most interesting part of the flight was this pushy flight attendant, that kept insisting that the man sitting next to me take his headphones off to listen to the flight safety presentation. She also stole my ginger ale before I had consumed half of it.
The Las Vegas airport is wholly unimpresive. I had a two hour layover, so I figured I could get some reading in or check up on the internet as I so often do. I ended up waiting in line for a little more than an hour. I took a train type thing to the actual gate, that gave me a pretty cool view of the all the casinos on the strip. Again, I wished I had a camera. Near the gate I ordered some chicken tenders at Burger King, which were served to me rather roughly by an older woman with a gravely voice and one eye. Again, I wish I had a camera. I barely had time to eat before we boarded, but somehow I managed to make a few internet updates.
The flight to Denver was really boring. I kept checking out a young, blonde flight attendant. She was nothing to get very excited about, but I always find someone to objectify and she was the only likely candidate.
Colorado is cold. I stood outside waiting for my parents for a while it was cold. Colorado is cold. It turns out that I was waiting on the completely wrong side of the building. Colorado is cold. I finally found my parents and on the way to their house, we stopped at an international noodle restaurant. To my amazement I was greeted by a midget at the counter. Yes, I said midget. I don't really care what the prefered nomenclature is. She was nice enough, but had she actually brought my food to the table, I would have had reservations about eating it. I am a piece of shit, I know this. On a high note, I'm pretty sure I got checked out by a couple of trashy looking blonde girls.
Since I arrived at my parents' house I have not left. I've been lounging around in a huge, clean, actual house. With sattelite TV and everything! I've been eating all of their good food, drinking all their sodas and beers. It's been really nice to sit around and relax in a place doesn't feel like it's making you filthier by the second. I went outside for a little bit today and took a few pictures with my dad's pictures.
My mom and dad's front porch.
The view from their back yard.
View from "My room's" balcony.
This place is fucking cool.
There are a few more. I'll either post them here when I get home, or I'll make a Flickr or Photobucket account. I'll update later during my vacation as I see fit. Unless nothing interesting happens.
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