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OK, so here's the official cast for Broken
Mark - Jason Perlman
Jenny - Hanley Smith
Jean - Aubrey Jordan
Mike - Daniel Roach
Ward - Adam Scherer
Sean - Nick Ciarochi
Mr. Spencer - Chris Johnson
Drew - Dustin Graham
Thanks to all who came and auditioned! I will need a load of extras for the first scene, so if your interested please let me know, I need as many people as I can get. Thanks!
This thought disintegrated at 7:51 PM
If my day today could have been a painting, it would have been called "What The Fuck" and would be painted by Salvador Dahli (for those of you who dont know who that is, he is a very famous surrealist painter who paints some way cool, way freaky shit). Well it starts I guess with me waking up, oh wait, I didn't really do that. I instead stayed up all night filming with Chad, Adam, Tommy and Robert Valentine. We were having fun for awhile till everyone but Chad got super tired. Tommy and Robert conked out on my couch and Adam and I just wanted to pass out, but we kept filming and got a lot done. I got JYACKED (thats not a typo) in the face by Adam during a fight scene we were filming, I wasn't mad cuz I knew it was an accident but it still hurt like a mother-fucker (cuz you know mother-fuckers hurt a lot) and Adam cracked his head on a not so soft wood framed chair. It looked soft, but appearances can be deceiving as we found out. Anyway we got finished at about 5:30 and Chad decided he had better get some rest before he went to work tomorrow. Adam said he would be cranky as hell if he went to bed and only got an hour or so of sleep so he decided he would stay up, and I decided I would stay up to keep him company. After seeing him almost pass out, I made us some super strong coffee with tons of sugar, which perked us both right up. It was raining and thundering pretty hard all night. When Adam and Chad left, I finally went to try and get some sleep. I slept for like an hour and a half or so before Tommy and Robert got up and left, I got up and said good-bye. My parents had left when I laid down again for another small nap, I had a dream during the nap that a tree fell on my house, it was weird. I woke up about an hour later. It was the WEIRDEST feeling, I woke up and felt like I wasn't in the same place anymore, like I was in some alternate universe or something, I felt like that all day. I found that outside, it seemed like it hadn't rained at all, it was bright and sunny and warm and pleasantly breezy (actually the wind was pretty strong, but I like wind, even if it is extremely gusty), I also found that a tree had fallen on to my HOUSE! Whoa! WTF! Talk about a weird premonition. The tree was this old rotten job that had been struck by lightning on more than one occasion, and had been officially DEAD for many years. I walked outside to examine the damage. There was hardly any, the tree was so decrepit it shattered into 10 major sections and a million little pieces on contact with the house. It did break a few things, like a litte bit of lumber here and there was cracked or busted, and by some odd coincidence (as if it was coincindental to begin with) the tree landed right smack dab on the chimney, Im serious it hit the chimney right in the middle of it, like "BULLSEYE!" or something, and it dented the chimney's metal top plate. So I was sort of freaked out, seeing as I felt like I was in some strange alternate universe and I had a dream that came true (another weird thing: I was having the dream as the tree fell on my house and I didn't wake up, whats with that?) But I needed to clean the house because we had made it quite dirty during the night. So I spent most of the day cleaning, my hands felt as light as a feather when I woke up the second time, so I was on some kind of cleaning frenzy. I didn't quite know what to do about the fragments of tree all over the place (I was unsure because there are insurance issues) so I left them there until I could talk to my parents who were gone all day at my Mom's gym (for those of you who dont know, my mom owns a Gymanstics training facility). When I was done cleaning the house, I cleaned myself up and headed out to the gym to talk to my parents. The drive there felt so incredibly weird. I felt like, I recognized the places I went to but I had never actually been there before. I've been up and down highway 9 thousands of times, but I felt like I had never been there before, like I was a different place, with the exact same scenery and buildings. And the sky! I've never seen it look so weird, and I've seen some weird looking skies, but it was scattered with clouds of varying density and darkness, some were glowing bright gold and silver, and some were very, very dark grey, and they were all over the place too, and it was always changing shape due to the high winds. If anyone has ever seen Vanilla Sky and actually understood it, it was kinda like that. I went home after I talked to my parents and went up on the roof to further inspect the damage. I didn't feel like coming down so I stayed up there for a good while and just kinda looked at stuff. This may seem kinda boring, but seeing it was quite interesting. I saw a tiny little wolf spider creeping around near my hand, I watched it hunt a termite that was making its way around, he stalked, then confronted, then attacked and then ran off with the termite in its mouth. Little critter sure was fast, and hell yes, no termite getting into the house and eating all the wood! Later I realized where the little termite came from, the rotten tree. It was host to soo many creatures: Termites, ants, woodpeckers, fungus, squirrels living the burrows. Strange how so many things live off of death and decay isn't it? Circle of Life baby!. Well anyways, later on after the sun had gone down the rain came back, and another peculiar thing happened. I had gone up to the Publix to grab some milk and on my way back as I turned dwon the street, all the street lights went off. All of them, all the houses had power, but the street lights were out. It was so dark, I've lived in the same neighborhood for 15 years, and I had never seen it like this. I drove down the extremely dark street and stopped in front of my house, and as I stopped, all the street lights began to come back on. Ok, weird things. Weird, weird things.
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So yeah, the day ran rather smoothly and comfortably until I decided to go film with Kyle. Biggest mistake of my adult life, well maybe not the biggest, but a big one nonetheless. We were filming a scene behind a Thai Food Restaurant (coincidentally the same one many of you fols went to on Valentines day), and we had full permission and they knew exactly what we were doing. We were filming a scene where two masked vigilantes gun down a corrupt off-duty cop. So what happens right in the middle of filming? The real cops show up in force! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! So I had a few guns pointed at me with fingers on the triggers and the safety off, so I like dropped my gun and took off my mask and got down on the ground with my hands on my head like they asked me too. I felt like I was on the TV show, it sucked. They cuffed me and left me on the ground while we had explained what we were doing. And it took them like 20 minutes to figure out the guns were BB guns, and we were really there to film. Apparently an undercover cop had spotted us heading behind the place. So then the cop who spotted us gave us a long talk and took my camera and the guns, he was the only one of the 6 officers there who was really upset, the others were like "filming a movie, cool!" . But the undercover guy was all like "You kids are SOOO stupid". So thats all the SHIT that happend to me tonight. They let us go and kept the stuff, saying we could get it tomorrow if we brought our parents to get them. Oh joy.
This thought disintegrated at 10:39 PM
Was the word of the day today, er yesterday. I decided thats what I would call my screenplay. And hey! To all who read my blog, Auditions for that will be held Monday the 24th after school. I'm pretty sure tehy will be in Poulos's room, but I haven't cleared that with him yet, so it may change. Well anyways. Have you ever just wated to break something just for the sake of destruction? Not out of anger or frustration, no, just because you wanted to break something. Kinda brings to mind the quote from Fight Club " I wanted to destroy something beautiful". That quote can be used in a lot of things. I felt that way today after school, like I just wanted to break something for no reason. I wanted something to be broken. Yeah, I was in a weird mood after school today, like I couldn't stop moving, like I didn't use the my breaks at all on my way home (its actually a very short distance for those of you who didnt know) and when I got home, I couldn't stop moving for like an hour. I ended up doing some kinda weird Half dance half Kung Fu thing all around my house, it was like Ian's Tae Bo! Punch, Kick, Slide, Pivot, Pose etc. etc., I even made a sandwich while doing it. Yeah, I was weirded out as much as you are. Maybe my mind is broken. HAH! I'm going insane!
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My mind is presently at peace, hence my lack of blogging, when turmoil returns, which won't take long, I'll be blogging again.
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So I'm in a poetic mood. I just had a shit load of old memories come rushing back to me. Ok, I was in my living room which happens to be sorta half living room, half study. My dad has his desk in their and their are bookshelves full of books. I was perusing through all of those books when I came across a few by Clive Barker. The book jacket of one sparked a memory of when I was around 6 or 7 and my father read to my sister and I. So I asked him, I said "Hey dad, what was that book you read to us when Loren (my big sis for those of you who didnt know) and I were little, about the house and all of the holidays" and he came and stood next to me and he pulled out the book I was looking at. The Thief of Always (way cool title huh?). Then I remembered like everything. Holy shit, I rembered the exact chair my dad sat in, and I remember I had a bunk bed that only I slept in and no one else ( I didnt really have any friends, and my sister slept in her room, it took my mom like four years to figure out that having a bunk bed in my room was pointless), but while my father was reading, my sister would lie in the bottom bunk and I would lie in the top bunk. i would stare blankly at all the little glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling, picturing the images from the book. I remember the book too, it was kind of a horror suspense book about a house that run-away children would go to, where everyday was a holiday, but in the outside world years were passing as if all the non-holiday days were removed. And there were these creepy creatures all about, and it was overall very dark, not a kids book at all, but I remember enjoying it soo much. I remember another book he read to us, Seventh Son by the man himself Orson Scott Card. It was so cool I thought, set in colonial America about a boy who was born the Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, and was endowed so awesomely cool powers and dubbed Alvin Maker, and his struggles with the destroyer, yet again not a childrens book at all, yet I enjoyed it so much. It reminded me of a time when we were young when life was so simple, the weight of the world had not yet been layed upon us. We were all innocent. And now I think I'm gonna cry...
All better, ok, so I've decided to read The Thief of Always again, because it was so incredibly awesome, and when I'm done I'll open up Seventh Son again. Now that I think about it, those two books were probably the crown pinnacle memories of my childhood. Strange that I had forgotten them for the lesser, more tormented memories.
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That didn't take long. This is sort of an extension of the "What is this?" post below. This is really getting on my nerves, the fact that this whole war talk keeps going on and on and on. The only problem I have with it is that the same arguments are being brought up over and over with it. But it's not so much the talk that bugs me as where these debates are going on! On blog comments!? Seriously people, its really driving me away from commenting on things for a few reasons. 1) most anything I say will be absolutely pointless and make no sudden "revelations" in the people who read it causing them to drastically change their minds about the subject at hand (war). 2) the whole thing with saying what you want to say but not being able to fit it in just one comment and rather putting it into 5 or 6 is quite obnoxious to me. 3) Why not go to some public debate where you can voice your concerns in person, cuz this impersonal shit is starting to bug me. I want you all to try and see things from my P.O.V and maybe reconsider voicing these important arguments and debates over a medium thats extremely impersonal and impractical for doing so. Thanks.
This thought disintegrated at 9:38 PM
I've currently run out of things to blog about. I haven't had any new ideas for a little while, guess you could say I'm in a bit of a slump. I'll be back though, with some new ideas and concepts as soon as they come to me.
This thought disintegrated at 11:16 AM
Yes, as of right now my new script is nearly complete. Like the last one, I haven't quite though of a title yet so I was hoping that you all could read it and then give me some ideas. Also, I plan to film this A.S.A.P and I will be holding invitation only auditions (all who read my blog are invited to audition of course) very soon. So booya! I little bit of warning though, it is a depressing script, but I would appreciate some feedback on it. Also keep in mind that it's not the final draft, I still have some more dialogue to write ad some tweaking of the already existing dialogue and some extending of the middle scenes. Enjoy! Script
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Ok some freaky weird stuff has happened to me in the last two days thats freaking me out. Ok so the first thing happened to me yesterday. I went to steak and shake to meet Sarah to talk for a little while, it was fun, but when I walked in there I took a look around the room, and I like KNEW what everyone was doing and what was going on. It was like the Bourne Identity for those of you who have seen that. I saw a bunch of people sitting at a table, and I could instantly tell everything about that family. I saw a man sitting in between two women on one side and and older women and a man on the otherside. I could tell that one man had his fiancee to his right and his sister to his left his brother and mother sitting across the table, I figured they were foreign either Italian or German (they turned out to be German), and that this was proabably an outing to get to know the man's fiancee a little better, or they were all in town for the wedding that was to be very soon. And it didn't stop there, no I could go all the way around the room and tell you what all the people there were doing, like there were three people there alone, two of them were waiting for someone, but the person they were waiting for didn't show up (well atleast for as long as I was there). It freaked me out. Anyway, that night I got to bed around 12:30 ish. I had just fallen asleep and I dreamed up a single image, not like a scenario or something like normal, no it was a single image. It was My blog on a computer screen, but I was looking at it through the reflection of a picture frame. I was like "ok, this is weird, why isn;t anything happening" so I tried to wake up, but didnt quite get all the way there. I sat up in my bed but the image was still there, I couldn't tell if my eyes were open and I was actually looking at the image in real life, or if I was still dreaming it. I concluded that it was a dream and tried to open my eyes, and blam I was out of the dream. I was weirded out, but I tried to sleep again, as soon as I fell asleep the same thing happened! I sat up in my bed and the image was still there until I opened my eyes. I ended up getting a small midnight snack and went back to bed, it didn't happen again after that. And today! I walked out of third period and suddenly I couldn't remember which level of the science hall I was on, the top or the bottom, after a minute or so I remember I was on the bottom, but I freaked out! Then during sixth I left to go to my locker, and started thinking about life and whatnot, then I realized I was going in the complete wrong direction, I was over by the library and my locker is in B hall over by the auditorium, and I didn't have any books in my hand! Ahh, I'm going crazy! Wouldn't it be cool if it was like Stir Of Echoes, where you open a metaphorical "door" in your mind and get a sort of extra sensory perception!? However if that were the case, then obviously another door has slammed shut in my mind (sense of direction apparently), god I felt so stupid.
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OK people, we need to stop this. This whole super personal commenting is getting on my nerves. I think what we ought to do is get our whole blogging community together at a large get together and just talk, because there is something extremely lacking when you just write down what you think about someone or something rather than say it. Plus we've had a few problems with misunderstanding that has caused huge rifts in friendships. Really If you have something to say that you can't quite fit in one comment, then its probably not something you should be writing down, rather than saying out loud. I think it would do us all some good to discuss some of these topics in person rather than in a very impersonal way of communicating. I personally think that these little comments boards are becoming overcrowded with messages best said in person. I would have actually rather sat down with Chris and yelled at him in person rather than yelling over a comment. Thanks, thats my two cents
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