Redbull Powers My Blogging Action..

I've had a productive couple of days. Ben was right, it's time off to do creative stuff.
I've been doing bits for the film, sorting out costumes and stuff (Well, jeans and cool shirts for characters etc), plotting my journey and chatting to my right hand man who is filming my script '1001 Leaps Of Faith'.

Unlike the last one, folks will be able to see this as much or as little as they like.when it's done. We're taking it to festivals, showing it off.
It's cute despite it's gloomy premise. I have a kind of happy/sad thing going through my stuff. Some of you that have taken the time to read my work will agree with me.

I've met some great, talented people on this little ride so far and this weekend is another loop-the-loop. Hopefully, everything will go to plan and noone will fall out.
I emailed some new scripts to a few interested parties.

-'Mountains and Mole Hills'
-'Matthew, You look Great!'

Both I'm really proud of and I think they would make for nice, little films. 'Mountains..' will be on simplyscripts.com within the next few days.

I'll post the link when I get confirmation from Don.

I'm going out tonight. I don't see why not.

Listening to:

There's a digital radio station that plays birdsong recorded in the country 24/7.

You wouldn't believe how soothing it is, late at night and when you're feeling blue.

I'm okay though. Thanks to the birds, spring cleaning and the odd game of Amped 3 and Dead Rising. I'm playing the waiting game, job wise as I've applied for just about every job going.

Personal Fixers #1: Sigur Ros

Anytime I find myself in a real funk, I always turn to this band. For maximum relaxation, put on some big headphones and lie in a star shape either on the floor or on a bed. Works wonders for me.

Unexpected...

Wow. I did not expect to lose my job today. I did not see that coming. I don't know what I did exactly. I knew it was a temporary but, wow, I didn't know it would end like that.

I actually liked this job and I thought I was doing a good job. They felt I was too quiet and unconfident. My contract wasn't extended because I was polite basically. I worked in an office full of girls so I maintained a gentlemanly attitude. I don't know what they wanted. The office isn't my arena. I just go there to work, make money and go home. I didn't ruffle any feathers, tried my best and thought I was doing okay.

Not so.

I made a few mistakes but I'm new, human and that happens. No one told me that I was doing anything wrong during the six months I was there. In fact, I was always told I was doing well, often thanked for helping out and doing good work. I even used to ask how I was getting on because I didn't have any one-to-one meetings or appraisals. Everytime, I was told that I was doing great. I don't get it. I'm probably not supposed to.
At the end of the day, well, 12:30 I was thanked for being a great help. I don't get it. Was it a test I failed? Was I supposed to beg or plead for a permanent position? Was I supposed to unleash my inner asshole and show them that I'm not really all that quiet? I don't get it.
I left today instead of Friday because, well, what was the point of hanging around like the guy that's been dumped at the party? What was I supposed to do, plow on and work hard with my head held high? I decided to use my holiday and go.
I'm a little sad, feel a little dumped to tell you the truth, but I'll be okay. I can find something else. I needed to find something with better money anyway. I had been working on a plan B.

This weekend, '1001 Leaps of Faith', a film I wrote is being filmed and I'll be there to help out and see it through. That's my true job and one that makes me more happy than anything else. I don't get paid for it but I get to work, meet and create with a group of amazing and talented people.

When that's done and dusted, I'll know I've done a good job.

Lol Chris
'Difficult' indie star pose (the kind of pose that says 'playing the c chord is so haaaard, now gimme some water served in a glass shoe and paint this room yellow. I demand it!' or not)


Kylie and I have a day planned:

Get up early
Go shopping
Put some money on some horses (not literally, that would be cruel)
Tour some bars with out glorious winnings (Kylie won a nice wad last year) and thank whoever for randomness. (I'm ignoring stats on the national this year and going for whoever has the funniest/apt name and cool jockey shirt)
Meet up with my brother, The Moves, Heffman and The Viking for drinks and then some dancing. I figure that if we start earlier, it will give us more of a flair for dancing...or it might just make me hungry for veggie subways again.

Filming next week. All kinds of nervous.

The Doctor Will See You Now...

Personal History

Ten years ago, I was in college, floundering around with, bad dress sense bad hair and bad decisions.
I don't know why I picked history, for example.

I'm not sure what I got from college. It was confusing for the most part and I wore brown jeans. Ugh. Brown jeans with white trainers. A total wreck.

I wanted to be a house DJ too. Mercy.

I met Moves Mansell though so some good came out of it. It's been one of my most enduring, consistant and important relationships. As I sit, bored in the office, floundering in a different way (But with an amazing girl waiting for me when I get home. Love terrified me ten years ago) I've been thinking about the old days.

I remember when I thought The Prodigy were the best band ever.
I remember when I thought that film making began and ended with Silent Bob.

Coffee is good today.