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May 18, 2012
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May 13, 2012
Some people want me to direct a music video for them but I don’t want to put my name on something that is shit. For instance, I know my skills will be on my point but what if the song they want to use is really shitty. I’m having a hard time about whether I want to do it or not. I told them my asking price and they agreed to it quickly.
I do love money and getting paid from this can fund the things that I want to do.
But I’m also a control freak and I’m gonna wanna control every aspect of what I’m directing, like the concept and everything. I don’t want to whore myself out to them just to do what they tell me and put it together the way they want to, but that money is calling me, like right now.
I haven’t been this confused since this morning when I didn’t know whether I should open a box of waffles or pancakes first for breakfast.
Right now I’m leaning toward yes, but I also don’t want them getting it confused that I’m just a work for hire and not a part of their “team”.
Also Penny Hardaway is somehow intertwined into all of this.
May 11, 2012
Flipped my last laptop a few minutes ago.
I sold it to a Mexican guy and his two younger kids. He wanted me to change the language to Spanish which wasn’t hard. His son was super talkitive though, but he looked like he was 5 and that’s what 5 year old’s do. I tested out everything for him and made sure it was in working condition.
He said if I came across a smaller laptop just call him because he’d buy that too. I said if he has any problems with that one just call me, but they never have any problems, because I know my shit.
May 10, 2012
The first Spider-Man came out 10 years ago last weekend. It was released May 3, 2002. It broke every box office record at the time. My little brother whose two years behind me, I was 14 and he was 12 walked to the theater to go see it. It was at the Highland Quartet which is closed now.
That was one of the first geek movies I had to go see on opening weekend. I remember getting out of school everyday and going to the Memphis Central library and watching that trailer over and over again for about 4 months straight. After I saw it I tried to build a glider aka a hang glider type contraception attached to a bike but it failed so bad I just gave up.
10 Years later this past weekend The Avengers came out and I took my 10, 11, and 15 year old brother to see it and I ended spending like $55 on 3D tickets and nachos’ and drinks and all that garbage. My now 22 year old brother couldn’t go because he was to busy being an adult and having sex / arguing with his girlfriend and whatnot.
The Avenger’s ended up breaking a lot a records and it’s probably gonna hit a billion dollars by Sunday, which is a big deal. Spider-Man at the time blew my mind because it was Spider-Man in real life. The Avenger’s, even though it was the shit, didn’t really do that. My little brother’s loved it though and I hope it’s their Spider-Man and in 2022, (ew) as adults I hope there’s another mindblowing movie that we all can go see together.
Sidenote 1: When my brother and I went to see Spider-Man in 2002 the girl at the box office was rude to us for no reason. I wonder is she dead now or is her life miserable? Who know’s.
Sidenote 2: That new Spider-man with Andrew Garfield looks like ass but I’m optimistic
May 10, 2012
The fuck?!?!
I’m not gonna lie though, I understand all of that.
May 9, 2012
If my wife looks like that at 40 and I get to take a shit in front of her while looking at / being able to afford a 3G Ipad, what is there to complain about?
May 8, 2012
May 6, 2012
On the way to see the Avengers last night my little brother Zay who is 10 starting talking about adult diapers out the blue. He’s 10 so I just let him talk because it’s Zay, and he say’s a lot of batshit stuff, and it’s best to let him get it out to me before he starts talking about this stuff to the world at large.
So we go in Avengers, see that shit in 3D for two and half hours, and get back in the car and Zay just continues his conversation about adult diapers saying he knows where he can get me some if I need them. That was weird, but funny.
May 3, 2012
May 2, 2012
A year ago this week I was this close to asking this girl to go see Thor. She was the friend of this couple I buy weed from. She had yellow/blonde hair so I always referred to her as “The Feisty Yellow Haired Girl. She was extremely hood too. I’m talking about “punching people in cars while they’re still moving” hood.
I told my friends that I wanted to talk to her and even though they relayed that message back to her, when she was around I was cold as shit towards her. I then made this plan to win her over in one night. I was gonna gonna invite her to see Thor and eat like a shitload of pancakes at a 24 hour pancake shop all while under the influence of marijuana. I knew she smoked.
On the last day of the semester I spent the day driving around giving mounted photographs away from my photography class. I stopped at my friends house to give them one and The Feisty yellowed haired girl was there. I was to about to ask her but then I smoked a joint and forgot.
Like three weeks later I went over there again and they told me she had just found out she was pregnant. I don’t know what would have happened on our Thor date but from my experience with them, pancakes are like an afrodisiac.
I haven’t looked up how long it takes a woman to conceive because I’m scared of what I might see, but chances are if that Thor date did happen, I’d either be getting ready to go on Maury, probably was already on Maury, or I’d be in one of the Dakota’s faking a form of amnesia, but it didn’t and everything’s normal. Haven’t seen her since either.
Avenger’s comes out this week too and I’m going to see that shit by myself.
