Wednesday, 2.18.09

He who go to bed with itchy butt wake up with stinky finger.

• Michael is walking. . . mostly. He walks more than he crawls or cruises right now. I guess he got tired of Morgan stealing his toys and running away.
• I went into it on my other other blog about the production troubles of firewire and stuff so I won't go into it here. However, I was thinking of returning the 4-pin to 6-pin cable but I dropped the camera on the concrete floor last night before bed. The cable was attached to the camera. The camera is fine (it seems) but the cable 4-pin end broke. Frick Frack Fruck.
• I'm tired.
• I have several piles of laundry facing me today.
• Despite the weather being fairly decent this season, I am through with winter. I want spring. Now, dammit!
• I am anxious to start editing Stringer and X but I want to wait for the rest of the footage. I think I may need to reshoot two interiors, as well, from looking at the footage. While I like the whole creative process of being a pocket change "auteur" I don't actually like setting up the sound, lights, or shots. Well, maybe the shots. I like the whole process as a well-rounded experience. However, when it comes to the editing session, I think that's where my passion lies. Some people have passion for playing guitar, others being on the stage, and even some who have it for digging deep into coding. . . Mine lies in taking raw footage and assembling clips to tell a story. Okay, I'll stop now.
  

He who have feet that smell and nose that run built upside-down.

Monday, oh you fantastic Monday, 2.16.09

Can't get enough of Sham-WOW

• Had a fire in the toaster oven this morning. Pop-Tarts are extremely flammable. Here's the quick story. . . I pop the tarts in the oven, set it for medium. I come back and they have barely been warmed. I set it for light and take bottles to the boys. I change two diapers that have very large turds and set each one to roam around the living room until I can get their breakfasts ready. I go in to the nursery to drop the turdy diapers in the diaper sausage maker and come back; I immediately notice the smoke and smell. My six-year old is sitting on the couch, just focused on something else. I run into the kitchen and see smoke pouring out of the toaster oven. I grabbed the fire extinguisher, pull the pin and. . . I can't figure out how to trigger it. I push the top and it goes off into a cabinet. Now realizing HOW it works I open the toaster oven window and pull it away from the wall (in reverse order) and flames shoot out letting off a nice wave of heat on this cold morning. I blast the oven and it's out, but smoke is everywhere, as well as particulate from the extinguisher. But the fire's out. Steph grabs the kids and puts them back in their nursery where there isn't any smoke but tuirns on the fan and opens the window. We open up all of the windows that actually open and try to air out the place. I must admit the cool breeze coming in from the windows was bracing and felt quite nice compared to the blast furnace from the little kitchen fire. No damage except to the toaster oven and the can opener (the electrical cord melted a bit), but the fisrt floor has the stench of smoke. I Febrezed it once and I'll do it again later. After I go out and get a new can opener and toaster oven. One that doesn't have a crappy timer that doesn't work.
• Michael walked a lot yesterday. Halting little steps but he was walking! Only a bit more than three months after his fraternal twin.
• Johnathan had a nice fit of puking yesterday morning. As children often do, he didn't make it to the bathroom in time, so I was cleaning a carpet at 7 AM.
• It seems FORD decided to cancel my directpay account without notice. Soooo I'm late with a car payment again.
• The back and forth with the mortgage, our personal crisis, has been averted yet again.
• I want to impose atheist law in this country, or at the very least agnostic law. Yes I know there is no such thing, which makes it as absurd as Imposing islamic law or basing laws on the book of Leviticus. I like shellfish, dammit!
• Today is day two of Celexa. I am on half-doses for the week. I had some depressive attacks over the past week. Yesterday and Saturday were pretty bad with the depression and anxiety. It used to be about cancer and treatment, now the anxiety and depression is about survival.
• Trying to rewrite the cancer stuff for a one-man show type of thing. I think it's called a monodrama.
• What DO you do with a drunken sailor, anyway? I'm sure he'd make quite a mess in the bathroom.

Although the Magic Bullet is best.

workshops

While most of my LJ and Multiply friends are outside of fifty miles of me, I thought I'd post a quick message here anyway. These workshops will be in the Vineland, NJ area.

I am holding four 8-week workshops starting in March for playwriting and acting.

The playwriting takes the writer through scenario writing to the completion of a one-act play. We work on character, dialogue, plotting, and above all, telling a good story. The workshop culminates with live readings of the completed work (although this is optional).

I am also holding two acting workshops and a scene study workshop. Each of these also culminates in a live performance TBD.

For more information, contact me at brettfauver@gmail.com or 856.265.3687.

shaksper

Any interest in Othello/Much Ado/R.U.R.?

Also, check out http://failblog.org/2009/02/05/k-mart-fail/

In an Othello state of mind

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.