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|Wednesday, October 24th, 2007|
|Grateful for something.
I have my share of problems. But there are things that I need to remember never to take for granted.
My co-worker, Gil, pointed out that of everyone in the office, I'm the only one who has a honey to go home to.
For that, I'm especially grateful. I have someone who I can kiss on the forehead before going to bed. And I have someone who catches me before I left for the office this morning to tell me, "Have a good day at work."
Oh yeah, why is it spelled "grateful" instead of "greatful"? Current Mood: content
|Wednesday, September 5th, 2007|
Tonight, I was supposed to go to a special screening of a movie that I casted last year.
I can't go because a production has taken 5 hours to figure out if they need 15 more people and I CAN'T LEAVE THE OFFICE until they decide this so I can book it.
It's nearly 6pm and they're still figuring it out.
It's bugs the bug-fuck out of me when my enjoyment is taken away because a production does not have their shit together.
Keep in mind that I'm responsible for two productions.
This is why my office hours are 12 hours long. Current Mood: annoyed
|Sunday, September 2nd, 2007|
It's strange being up this late. But then again, today, I was mostly playing video games.
I went and bought Amy Winehouse's "Back to Black" CD. Oh my freakin' God, that is a GREAT CD. It sounds like it came straight out of the Martha and the Vandellas studio. The richness of the sound and the soul of Amy's voice work so well and I can listen to this CD all day. And I have.
I also haven't seen a movie in a while, so I went to see "Death at a Funeral" at the movie theatre that plays indie flicks close to my place. Okay, the MAIN reason why I went to see it was because Alan Tudyk (you know, from "Firefly" and "Knight's Tale") was in it. There were more than a few "OMG" moments because this movie is "Everything that can go wrong at a funeral will."
Alan Tudyk stole the movie in this one. And although I might be criminally prosecuted for saying so, I want to sink my teeth into his buttcheeks. It looks like a freaking peach.
|Monday, August 27th, 2007|
|Now it's time to talk of things...
Now it's time to talk of things
Like bloody moons and judgment days
Scissors clipping faerie wings
Fates untying all their strings
The pagan gods and all their toys
Are now reborn as altar boys
And what they read is what they know
And what they read is all they know
|Thursday, August 23rd, 2007|
|Other notes right now.
One thing I hate about work... it instantly makes me sober because of workaholism.
I will fill you all with details in a locked post but at the moment, I have a lot of work to do.
Things are pretty upsetting right now all around.
This is the first time, in my working professional life, that I've shown up drunk to work.
Yes, things are that hard and I'm that upset.
Ironically, while I'm drunk, my spelling is better. Current Mood: drunk
|Saturday, August 18th, 2007|
|Short Story 3.
Grandmother lay still upon her bed, she was no different asleep or dead.
The man stared longingly into the mirror for his grandmother that he was shocked by the sound of knuckles upon the door.
The postman came with a parcel so large, he was forced to hold it with two arms and his stomach.
With so much thoughtlessness, the rapping upon the door opened it. Over the edge of the box, a still grandmother and an even more still grandson. "Package for..." he spoke but studied what was before him.
In the mirror, the grandmother bound was roused, her muffled noises touched the postman's ears. The faerie godmother on the other side of the mirror glared at the same time the man this side of the mirror wished to do. They turned to look at the postman, mirror images of each other.
Leverage, surprise and an iron candlestick were his advantage. The postman dropped heavier than the package.
On the package, a handwritten note saying "For my grandson." The man touched the note and it became unwritten before he could read the contents. Upon his wrist, four slash marks became three.
Looking in the mirror, the postman was delivered into confusion, bound to a chair. And he was as aspeechless as the grandmother who was gagged.
|Thursday, August 16th, 2007|
|Short Story 2.
The man who learned to write no more went to his grandmother's for the nurse was gone that day.
Upon her bed she lay helpless. Beside her, a handwritten note: "The red pill at the morning, the yellow pill at noon, the blue pill at night."
The man grew so bored with watching stillness and thought it better to give three pills all at once instead of one.
Three minutes of breath, one for each pill, and the body went silent.
He checked the wrong wrist for his watch and found four slash marks instead of five.
Under his grandmother's prayer book, several pages of his letters he wrote to keep her well. As he read, passages of the days, ideas he had and pointless saluations became blurred as if touched by spit.
He grabbed a pen, put it to paper and the paper became blank.
He looked into the mirror and saw his faerie godmother with robes of dark and hair of white. She wrote the number "4" through the dust on the other side of the mirror.
His grandmother sat in a chair, sleeping bound and gagged, beyond the mirror.
The man talked and talked, pleaded and begged but the fairie godmother made no sense of it. And then he tried to ask "How?" by writing upon the dust on the mirror.
His finger was dirty but he left no trail. The number 4 remains.
|Wednesday, August 15th, 2007|
Once upon a time, there was a man who wrote a story and could not stop writing.
He wrote until the pages filled the floor.
He wrote until his fingers bled and the ink was red with blood.
He wrote until he cried his tears and turned the ink to pink.
He wrote until he cursed his muse, his gods, and fairy godmothers.
And when his fairy godmother heard her name invoked with wrath, she appeared to him in robes of dark and hair of white and glared him in the eye.
She asked so frankly, "Would you rather have a dagger for a pen and kill until your story is done?"
Weak of heart and weak of mind, he tiredly said "yes" without thinking and the pen came to a stop and he could write no more.
He looked upon his right wrist and found five slash marks. Five attempts to end himself to stop himself from writing.
His godmother, robe of dark and hair of white said, "Until your end the stories of five others, you own story will not end."
He smirked to himself and thought, "So the curse is that I can live forever? What's so wrong with that?"
And then he put the pen to paper and not a drop of word came out.
|Sunday, August 12th, 2007|
|Thoughts right now.
You know, love doesn't have to be very dramatic and each occasion doesn't have to be named.
Alright, time to go to sleep.
|At the moment.
Doing both Medium and Powder Blue in casting is taking a slight toll on me.
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were all 12 hour days. It's Sunday and I'm working today, too.
I'm also not completely healed over my cold and people keep saying that my chest cold sounds worse. I just need the phlegm to come out already. (*.*)
The chest cold, I can deal with. But it's the "Ryan is often and tired to do anything creatively to work on his website or script" that drives me bonkers. At least I designed another shirt but it didn't come out as good as I hoped.
I'll try to do something creative and work on the website or attempt to do a video. It's been a while, but I need to do another one badly.
Lesson: Casting a movie and a TV show at once is as tough as it sounds. Although I should treat myself to something for all that overtime.
|Friday, July 27th, 2007|
|Things that make me glee.
Today, a Japanese woman came in today and my conversation with her was three-quarters in Japanese.
My coworkers looked at me in surprise. Three years in the office, and I've never had occasion to use it.
Yay! My Japanese is not completely rusty!!!
|Sunday, July 22nd, 2007|
|The Things One can get done in one Saturday.
~Fixed the computer chair
~Fixed the blinds at my window
~Three loads of laundry
~Called Apartment Manager to have sink fixed, she will send someone on Tuesday
~Called Time Warner to have internet and phone fixed
~Synchronized bluetooth headset to my cell phone
~Threw away 5 bagfuls of trash
~Found missing passport
~Bought some groceries
~Went on thirty minute bike ride
~Watched "Quincenera" (Damn good movie)
I'm pretty proud of myself. The only thing I did not do is work on my script because I accidentally left it at work.
In fact, my room was SO clean that I got nervous wondering "What will I do now?" I didn't feel like surfing the net or watching another movie (watching the movie was my reward) because I went into super productivity mode. So I continued to read my current book Four Hour Work Week
by Timothy Fenriss. Kick ass book.
I have a peculiar quirk: I read non-fiction books for fun. Three fourths of my bookshelf (I have about 100 books, I think.) is all "How-to" books and "Instruction manuals." I qualify LARP books as part of my "Instruction manuals" because they are rules manuals and flavor rather than entertainment in themselves.
But one habit I need to break is my workaholism. I didn't realized until I read "Four Hour Work Week" is that sometimes workaholism is sometimes a mode we get into to avoid things that are unpleasant or difficult. He's right. When I'm constantly working, I never get around to things that sometimes really matter. With my Feng Shui in place (well, I don't really know about Feng Shui, but my room is damn clean), I have to be able to embrace that.
|Friday, July 20th, 2007|
|Monday, July 16th, 2007|
|BBQ at Scott's parents house
and I went over to Scott's parents house for a barbeque on Sunday and I totally overate. I still feel bloated even now. vivesse3
helped cook while I babysat the kids.
Grrr... unless I actually feel very, very full, I compulsively eat. As I told others at game, I *still* exercise a lot. However, harajuku_415
suggested that I start using weights since it's not cardio that I'm lacking; it's enough muscle to burn more calories. So I'll need to do that.
I talked to Scott's step dad, Paul, who's been in the business as a writer, producer, and executive producer on shows (some of them were pretty well-known like "Charmed," "Superman: Lois and Clark" and "Sliders" http://imdb.com/name/nm0413924/
) Talking to him is always interesting because he gets into areas where I want to be someday as a writer and a producer. I guess he is a person that I eventually would like to be. Although the commutes to Canada away from family are a pain.
Anyways, I know that Scott is a good-looking guy. But I didn't know that when he was a teenager (from talking to Paul), there were directors that asked Paul about his stepson for a couple of major roles because he had a look about him. He looked like Mackenzie Astin as a teenager since he had the red hair and boyish looks about him (which he still retains). But the problem was when he asked Scott about it, he did not feel like it at the time. Even Paul admits that Scott had the right kind of look and it's a real shame it did not work out.
It makes me wonder. Scott does have an "it" factor about him that would make him very commercial as an actor if he weren't so shy. It would have been interesting if a long time ago, when given the opportunity, he said "yes." However, Paul, Sherilyn (his Mom), and his grandparents do like the idea if me trying to put him on YouTube at least.
"Trying" is the operative word. Current Mood: curious
|Wednesday, July 11th, 2007|
|A show I know that I will be obsessed over.
Last night, I watched "Rick and Steve: The Happiest Gay Couple in All the World" on Logo.
I'm going to be obsessed over the character of Rick from this show.
Because there are not many characters who are gay Filipino-American geek/nerd-types into independent film, collectible card games and computer games in their early 30's. Just like me.
I am more amused that his doting Filipina mother is voiced by Margaret Cho.
Yeah, I'm going to be OBSESSED over this show.
|Tuesday, June 19th, 2007|
I haven't been able to talk about my time in Arizona! It was great. It wasn't too busy and there was enough to do and great people to hang with. Spent a lot of good time with purpl3_tyg3r
, Sarah, necrocarlotta
, Gregg, sylntknight
and especially episcopus
It was surreal arriving at Arizona at 2 in the morning and sitting with a bunch of friends that have spanned my time in Roleplaying, from Sarah, who introduced me to LARP in the first place back in Berkeley to the people in LA. But it was wonderful.
Playing Uriel in AZ was a hoot. I still remember getting grilled in debates but also being incredibly catty. I went off on a Toreador who called himself Rad. Sarah's NPC asked me why those people (referring to Setites) in the corner were wearing sunglasses. I told her, "Because no one told them that the 80's were done yet."
I watched "300" on at the IMAX theatre. Those man nipples are the size of my head. More six packs than a Budweiser factory. Even though the story was beautiful and it was definitely a ride, I raised my eyebrow when elephants and rhinos and mutants were attacking. I'm like "Oh come on..." But that was my only complaint. The movie does make me want to hit a gym.
|Tuesday, June 12th, 2007|
|Two things. (Real-life and LARP)
1. My boss had to make a decision to not take on work. It was a company decision so he asked for my input as well and I agreed that it was not worth it. This means that after next week, I will be on near hiatus status. I'll still work normal days, but the hours will be cut drastically for a few weeks after my current movie is cast. I'm not worried, but it means that it's less money and more free time on my hands. Again, not necessarily a horrible thing.
2. It's not strange that I'm playing a new PC that's a Toreador.
It's ironic, however, that I'm playing a Lake.
|Monday, June 11th, 2007|
|So it's going to be THAT kind of Monday...
I had my full eight hours of sleep. I woke up to a production call this morning. I ate breakfast. I ate a light lunch. I don't get why I'm incredibly tired.
I took my power nap. I'm still very tired.