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|Friday, November 13th, 2009|
Livejournal is a wasteland. I just came back here after MONTHS, maybe years ... I'm depressed. So many memories here, from a very, very distant self.
|Tuesday, September 9th, 2008|
|Cold and Tired
Hello boys and girls, I apologize for the delay in posts.
I planned on posting some video but then I hit a snag: my video camera was destroyed. Turns out that "underwater housing" means "a place to house water tightly around your camera so it can corrode the insides and render it useless."
Should have read the fine print. Anyway, I have to ship the damn thing off and chances are it won't be ready in time for my departure. This makes me really, really sad.
Also making me sad is my complete lack of Unemployment checks, which I applied for two weeks ago but haven't received because some government stooge hit the wrong key and told the computer, "James hasn't made any money in over two years."
Oops. Then they wanted proof of my existence before they could cut me checks for the Trump-esque amount of $0.00.
Not even joking, that's what is said on the form.
Thank you California.
All that aside, things are well. Last weekend I started my sojourn with a sailing trip to Catalina island. On the way back we stopped the boat in dead calm, with no land in sight, and went swimming. It was amazing.
But then I got sunburned. And then I caught a cold. And I've barely had the energy to pack my backpack, so I'm going to sign off and sleep.
See you in Seattle!
|Monday, August 25th, 2008|
|Thursday, August 7th, 2008|
|Thursday, July 24th, 2008|
|Off to Comic-Con!
So I'm off for three days of Geek Frivolity!
Stay tuned to RedFence
for updates from the floor. I'll be taking part in Watchment and Terminator: Salvation talk-backs, so this should be interesting!
Back in town on Monday!
|Sunday, July 20th, 2008|
|Best weekend ever?
Until Comic-Con next week.
So, up til 4am Thursday night/Friday morning to watch The Dark Knight. It was, without a doubt, a film so great it sits in the pantheon with the best of David Lean, Spielberg, and Kubrick. Super Hero flicks get a bad rap, but this film manages to fully understand the power and potency of the costumes and iconography and uses them to full effect. Yes, this is a summer blockbuster. Yes, the main character dresses in a bat suit and fights a sadistic clown. Yes yes yes. But underneath all the make-up is a technical and thematic masterpiece. The risks taken on the narrative structure are astounding. As someone who has studied screenwriting my whole adult life, I was floored. The acting is superb and unfortunately the amazing turn by Aaron Eckhart will be forever lost behind Heath Ledger who, all hype aside, turns in a performance that ALSO sits in that pantheon ... I'm talking the best of Brando, Day-Lewis, and pre (lets make s crappy cop movie) Pacino.
Also awesome are the Cinespia
cemetery screenings at Hollywood Forever Cemetery. Basically, you show up at 5pm, get in line, meet the folks around you, and start drinking. Doors open at 7:30 and the floodof people is enormous. They lead you to the back of the cemetery, to a large headstone-free field, where you set up blankets, coolers, low chair, and listen to music until 9pm when they project a classic movie on the side of a mausoleum. It's a way to raise money for a cemetery that's always on the verge of bankruptcy.
Just, you know, on the way out, don't stop to urinate on a bush, Because even though 500 drunk people are staggering around in a haze of illegal pot smoke, having just watched A Clockwork Orange, it's much to degrading to urinate in a cemetery. Apparently I was disrespectful to the zombies.
Le Sigh ...
And now, at 7:30am on Sunday, the landlords sent the work crew to finish the rocks they are sticking to the side of our house. So, you know, there's that.
|Thursday, July 17th, 2008|
|Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Come one, come all, to the greatest web-event since Paris Hilton's sex tape or Chocolate Rain ... hell, even that dancing banana.Over the writer's strike, Joss Whedon (creator of Firefly and Buffy the Vampire Slayer) sat around with his brothers and conceived this story. They they called in favors, made it for free, and now it's viewable online. It will only be free till Sunday, after that they charge for downloads so they can start paying their crew.Not only is this another step in the evolution of online entertainment, it's about the finniest, most charming thing I've ever seen. Enjoy.
|Wednesday, July 16th, 2008|
|Tuesday, July 15th, 2008|
|Happy Post Birthday
Happy Day After Birthday to Me Yeah, so yesterday was awesome and eventful ... not because of my birthday (which was nice but minimal) , but because of this little bit of news.
RedFence Magazine was officially SENT TO THE PRINTERS!
For all you folks who like reading, pre-order the magazine HERE
For all of those who like watching, well, there's always our YouTube Channel
|Thursday, July 10th, 2008|
|Uber Late, Uber Tired, Uber Life
So the next couple months are shaping up to be monstrous. In addition to packing and planning my Asia trip, I need to:
- help set up my business's bank account
- fix my motorcycle
- edit, sound mix, color correct, and do one re-shoot for a short film
- clean my garage
- edit various behind the scenes blog videos for RedFence Magazine
- Plan and attend various movie screenings
- plan my trip and press coverage of Comic-Con 2008
All while maintaining a 50 hour per week job during the daylight hours.
I'm going to die by the time I'm 40.
|Wednesday, July 9th, 2008|
|Tuesday, July 8th, 2008|
|Watchmen, Hot Fuzz, and Cambodia
Today was a good day. While I've discovered that awesome people don't know what RedFence is and their publicists don't care, we can still get into more intimate press talk-back sessions.
Which means, so far, at Comic-Con I've snagged a roundtable discussion for Watchmen
and an hour press block with Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright. WOOT!*and if you don't know what or who those above mentioned movies and people are, well, you need to polish your pop-culture trivia skills*
And Matt and I have decided to hit up Cambodia together, which means come September we'll be making videos in ancient temples ... and that just seems like the coolest thing ever.
Good day, good day.
Oh, and I ordered my backpack as well.
|Friday, July 4th, 2008|
Off to camp for three days, gonna be great.
So far, I've lost the address, found my sleeping bag covered in paint, and I've only packed my smoking paraphernalia.
But I AM bring the survival vest, so things are gonna be fine.
Back to civilization on Sunday - Peace.
|Thursday, July 3rd, 2008|
|Tuesday, July 1st, 2008|
So, a few days ago I was dreaming that my room was swarming with giant spiders. Not very surprising if you've ever done any gardening with me and seen how I react when your average garden spider decides to skitter by. But still, it was a bit dramatic and frightening, even for me. They were like this, but with longer legs.
And the thing is, it was one of those "real time" dreams where you lay down to sleep, actually fall asleep, but then start dreaming that you can't fall asleep ... so I was totally convinced the spiders were real. Apparently I shouted so loud that my roommate opened the bedroom door to watch my murder, and since one of the many symptoms of my narcolepsy is "lucid dreaming," I incorporated him into my dream, and all the spiders turned and swarmed towards him.
So now he's saying, "You're dreaming dude, wake up!"
And I'm like, "idiot, you're about to get sucked to death by giant spiders!" only it sounded like, "aiaghnaighaighuom!"
Needless to say, it wasn't a restful night.
Then, LAST night, I dreamt that I was having nightmares, waking up, telling folks about my nightmares, then going back to sleep, having nightmare sequels, equating these dreams to my REAL LIFE dream about the spiders, then realizing that I was actually dreaming everything, then getting confused since I was aware I was dreaming, fighting to wake up, then I actually did wake up and spent about ten minutes trying to figure out what was real.
I'm not even joking, I had a dream within a dream that had a sequel and I also referenced a different dream from a different night while trying to explain all the dreams to some fictional dream people.
There are so many levels of Meta in that, all my Lit Crit friends but be quivering like excited Chihuahuas.
I think I need to de-stress.
|Friday, April 25th, 2008|
|Monday, March 3rd, 2008|
|Sunday, January 20th, 2008|
|Sunday, November 11th, 2007|
His combat wounds changed their lives, but she’s thankful
JULIET WILLIAMS; The Associated Press
Published: November 11th, 2007 06:05 AM
STOCKTON, Calif. – The telegram that arrived on Nov. 15, 1969, was not pessimistic: “Private First Class Johnny O Brooks was slightly wounded in action.”
It gave 20-year-old Flora Brooks, recently married, no hint of how much her life was about to change.
“Since he is not, repeat not seriously injured, no further reports will be furnished,” the telegram concluded.
Today, they are growing old together, but not in the way either had envisioned. There were no children, no exotic vacations, not even any more of the simple fishing trips they had enjoyed before Johnny Brooks was drafted into the Army – three weeks after their wedding –and sent to Vietnam.
He returned home without a leg and soon lost the other, along with his ability to speak and the use of his arms.
Today, Flora Brooks continues to serve as nursemaid and constant companion to a husband who is confined to a bed, unable to talk or move on his own.
“I’m so thankful that we were married,” she said.
Flora Brooks, now 58, is a pillar of compassion and dedication, a model for others coping with spouses returning from Iraq and Afghanistan with missing limbs or damaged minds. Nearly 30,000 U.S. troops have been injured in Iraq alone; about 600 have lost at least one limb.
That has created financial and emotional burdens in families throughout the country, said Jim Weiskotf, a spokesman for Fisher House Foundation, which runs 38 homes where wounded veterans’ family members can stay while they get medical treatment.
“There’s no doubt that that takes a significant toll. In an instant, your life is just changed and can never be changed back, when you get the phone call that your son or daughter’s been severely wounded,” he said.
Flora Brooks’ advice to families of other severely injured veterans is simple: Just get through each day, because thinking about a whole lifetime is too daunting.
“My heart goes out to them because they’re just starting on this journey,” she said. “If they don’t have a family, I can’t imagine having to go through it yourself.”
Despite the tone of the 1969 telegram, Johnny Brooks was wounded so severely by a mortar explosion that he lost most of his blood. While being prepared for skin graft surgery on his shredded back, he went into cardiac arrest and suffered serious brain damage.
Despite her reliance on family and friends, Flora Brooks has cared for her husband mostly by herself. She leaves home only for brief outings and appointments.
She sleeps in a small bed in the living room, next to her husband’s medical bed. Her days are spent almost entirely on his care: filling syringes with the liquid food she injects into his stomach tube every two hours, suctioning his mouth when he coughs, dispensing a small pharmacy of medications, draining catheters.
She says she shares a rich, full life with her husband, who responds mostly through eye contact. She reads biblical Scriptures to him, buys DVDs for them to watch together and talks to him while she does the intricate stitchwork on the patriotic quilts that adorn their home.
Flora Brooks knows that many people in her position would have prayed for an easy death. Instead, she prayed for her high school sweetheart to live, regardless of what that life might hold.
Johnny Brooks’ mother, Ruth, still spends a lot of time visiting and helping her son and daughter-in-law. But even she depends on Flora.
“I still am not over it,” she said. “She’s so strong, and I’m not.”
That resiliency has amazed Flora Brooks’ family and friends.
“I’m way thankful,” she said. “I’m the one that’s still saying ‘Please God, please God, don’t take him yet.’”
|Tuesday, November 6th, 2007|