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This is a promo that my brother’s friend Cameron Childs created. As always, David Morris proves himself to be one of the greatest living achievements of human history.

But what is crazy to me about this is the overall quality compared to the content I was creating when I was Cameron’s age. I’ve always sympathized with those guys in their 40’s and 50’s who put in the hard work that their generation had to put in to get to where they are in their particular field only to see the generation below them get to skip half that work because of advances in technology. The scary thing is that those guys are usually in their 40’s or 50’s and feeling that, whereas I won’t even be out of my 20’s before I start feeling that. Elliott will start feeling it before he’s 10.

This was my life between 2003 and 2006. Just ask anyone who knew me. What happens in this episode is so true - when you’re depressed, you stop shaving and become super passionate about the most despondent activities. And you completely lose all objectivity - you may be a walking illustration of a dying star collapsing in on itself but you convince yourself that you’re totally pumped about it.

My friend (and frequent collaborator) Micah Lanier is working on has created a Breaking Bad poster. I’m hanging the crap out of this on my office wall. Check it out.

My friend (and frequent collaborator) Micah Lanier is working on has created a Breaking Bad poster. I’m hanging the crap out of this on my office wall. Check it out.

I totally forgot about this and never uploaded it. It’s the video that takes your picture and plays at the end of the Epcot ride at Disney. It apparently proves that Micah Lanier and I will survive the robot uprising and live agelessly to see the Jetsons become a reality. Just as the prophesy foretold.

Epicot on Flickr.

Epicot on Flickr.

Erin and MeLissa are back. And Thank God.

darrel: Pic from South Africa. We look like we are about go DJ at a club. Amen.

darrel:

Pic from South Africa. We look like we are about go DJ at a club.

Amen.

darrel

In case you haven’t been following along, I’m currently directing a short film for Red Giant called “Plot Device.” We accomplished the bulk of our shooting this past weekend in my parent’s cul-de-sac (providing plenty of free entertainment for their neighbors), despite the onslaught of vengeful rain. You can catch a more “play-by-play” narrative of the weekend on twitter by following the hashtag #PLOTDEVICE, but Red Giant has conveniently consolidated all of the photos that were taken and tweeted, which you can see here. We still have one scene and a few pickups to get, but the meat of the material is behind us. I had an absolute freaking blast, thanks in no small part to all the fantastic people involved. Zombies to the shelter.

In case you haven’t been following along, I’m currently directing a short film for Red Giant called “Plot Device.” We accomplished the bulk of our shooting this past weekend in my parent’s cul-de-sac (providing plenty of free entertainment for their neighbors), despite the onslaught of vengeful rain.

You can catch a more “play-by-play” narrative of the weekend on twitter by following the hashtag #PLOTDEVICE, but Red Giant has conveniently consolidated all of the photos that were taken and tweeted, which you can see here.

We still have one scene and a few pickups to get, but the meat of the material is behind us. I had an absolute freaking blast, thanks in no small part to all the fantastic people involved.

Zombies to the shelter.

From MeLissa Gavarrette's Blog

  • "The following is an excerpt from a recent text conversation between me and Seth Worley.
  • SethWorley: She better hire a ghost writer if she want to get that finished.
  • SethWorley: Someone should also explain to her what a ghost writer is before she tries to do business with a ghost.
  • Me: "I've been paying MeLissa $25 a day to have her ghost friend ghostwrite for me. She says that how thongs work in Hollywood. It's John Candy's ghost. That's why I'm paying a premium. Quality costs."
  • SethWorley: Unfortunately for you, the only thing I read from that was "she says that's how thongs work in Hollywood."
  • SethWorley: According to your spellcheck, you talk about thongs more often than you talk about things.
  • Me: My spellcheck is my worst enemy. A completely unloyal friend.
  • Me: Earlier I tried to type "what time do you want to eat dinner?" It autocorrected to "I have a drinking problem."
  • *for the sake of my employers and my own integrity, I do not really have a drinking problem. Obviously, I have a comedy problem."

shegotjokes.blogspot.com

This Tall To Ride

Remember that time the Harry Potter ride broke down, and stopped me directly in front of the still fully-functional dragon? I do.
I’ve always maintained that the experience that theme park rides provide are thrilling, not scary. What has always terrified me, since I was a child, was the underlying fact that these rides are machines with power switches. The original Back To The Future ride was awesome until I turned and saw that we were actually in The Matrix strapped into death machines painted to look like DeLoreans, being thrown about mercilessly at the hands of - most likely - people a lot like me. I immediately forgot everything I knew about breathing.
I was still breathing on the Harry Potter ride, much to the delight of the animatronic dragon directly in front of me that was providing about 90% of the gases I was inhaling. We sat there for about two minutes, unmoving, the dragon repeatedly breathing out bursts of smoke. Directly at me. And only me.
For reasons only God knows, my first inclination was to call out, “Mitch!!”
Maybe I thought since he’s read these books an ungodly number of times he would have advice for how I should be handling this situation. I was breathing in a lot of fog gas.
“Mitch!!”
A few seconds pass, then I hear:
“Seth! We’re at Hogwarts!”
I couldn’t remember whether Mitch had managed to get Bonine into his system this morning or not.
“Mitch!! I— (BLAST OF DRAGON BREATH) -ULLY FUNCTIONAL DRAGON!”
It hit me a minute into the experience that this situation was actually ideal. If the ride had stopped me during one of the video screen segments, having nothing in my peripheral vision to determine where I physically stood in space, I would have almost definitely forgotten everything I knew about breathing.
Once the ride started up again (right as I was getting my phone out of my pocket), this was no longer a ride about wizards. It was now an exhibition of various terrifying things that people never want to be stopped in front of. Huge spiders. Dementors. Velociraptors. Each stage of the ride brought me into a newer level of intimacy in my relationship with God.
At the end of the day, a random memory surfaced in my head from when I was really little and my family brought me to Disney World. My uncle Paul took me on the “Mister Toad’s Wild Ride” ride, which I was super-familiar with, having watched the cartoon about 17 thousand times. The ride’s cars were built to look like old automobiles, complete with a steering wheel in each.
I wanted the steering wheel seat, and Paul let me have it. I don’t know what I saw in that wheel standing in line that made me want it, but sitting down at it, I only saw one thing: responsibility. I was too young to realize that this car wasn’t actually depending on my steering, that it was just for novel decoration. I thought the lives of me, Paul, and the Kentucky newlyweds in the backseat were relying on my ability to maneuver this car through the cartoon obstacle course that was about to ensue.
That ride was one of the most stressful experiences of my childhood. I stepped into that car a boy, and stepped out a tangled pile of nerves.
I guess that’s why one man’s adventure is another man’s trauma. The first one hangs on and screams like a giddy child, while the second is too busy thinking he’s actually driving the car.