'Shelter' (2007)

Loved this movie. I will watch it with all of you. ALL OF YOU!

Refreshing story of a regular guy burdened with a lot of responsibilities and stuck in a life that's not moving forward until he takes the wheel and forces it in the right direction, inspired by a new experience and a new love. The two gay characters are NOT flamboyant, and don't fall into stereotypes! (Not that there's anything wrong with flamboyancy, it's just good to finally feel like I'm being represented.)

Made a video about how it inspired me - watch at your own peril. Editing is terrible...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ah8oJGieR8

Dale.

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Blogging/Vlogging

I sometimes wonder if I’d make a good vlogger. I reckon I watch enough YouTube to make a decent fist of it if I wanted to try. But why would I try? I don’t really have a reason to vlog. My life isn’t interesting enough to entertain people at the moment. Plus I figure I’d probably just come up with a few excitable videos then let the whole thing go by the wayside. And that would be if I could ever bring myself to be satisfied with how ‘natural’ I come across on screen.

What would be sort of fun though, would be writing (and making) short video sketches. With my friends! Yay! Who doesn’t secretly think they might have an undiscovered talent when it comes to acting? Or wouldn’t at least humour me just once?

…You? You wouldn’t spoil my fun would you? Dash my creativity and slash my self-confidence?

So I’ll write a short sketch and I’ll share it around and approach some budding, unknowing actors. Then we’ll collaborate and come up with what we come up with and decide what we want to do with it!

Sounds fun to me!

Poetry Corner

Some poems from my 'Making It Strange' poetry class.

The branches.

The branches here

Don’t sway too much.

The mud is thick and everywhere

You can only dance for so long

Until the children-minded close in

With their tiny jars like mini-chasms

Or the staid contradict their great fight

With their division of freedom.

There are no pass-outs

You can’t shake them

You just have to wait;

Wait and hope for the sway.

Heather

You craft drawings of foreign inspiration

A few deft lines and a person is there,

Emoting

Do they speak to you?

I see you with your chickens

The ones you couldn’t part with from science

Do they nuzzle into you?

You ice skate but I’ve never seen you do it

Can you double axle?

You don’t drive.

You’re just over the fence

But there’s more than just one between us.

Is it of your creation or mine?

I think you’re lonely.

Is that ok?

Title

Italic in style

Bold in spirit

Entitled to your attention

A bad idea

I’m over here…

Distanced.

Something I started to write, once.

There was a rat, once. He had a name but it became forgotten. You see this rat, he worried about things all the time, until his worries were all he had. His ambitions and friends, like his name, faded away into the background, lost somewhere in the sewers beneath the road, or between the dry-wall of a stranger's house. But it wasn't always this way...

"Fanger! Paws! Come check these gems out," our young, nameless rat exclaimed.
One replied with disdain, "They're just stupid rocks, ****. Get a life."
The other added, "Yeah grow up, get your mind out of the gutter."

Our nameless rat picked up a pebble and turned it over and over in his tiny hands, looking at it in awe. Quietly he said to himself (and the pebble), "I wonder where you've come from, little gem. What stories could you tell me if you could speak?"

With a resolute look on his face, our young rat carefully deposited his pebble into his knapsack, lugged the bulging knapsack over his shoulder, and walked away from those who didn't understand him in search of a place that did.