You know what? It's a New Year and everyone is like "Oh, Let's make resolutions about things that will improve my life and give me money and happiness and make my less fat!" and I was totally all, Wow, that is a smart thing to do, I'm going to do that too!
But then I realized, fuck, that takes work. Like, so much work.
And then I watched Netflix for the hundredth time.
Then it dawned on me that I can totally make my Blog my resolution.
I'm going back to my regular posting schedule come hell or high water or multiple posts of internet cats.
But, you all want the Internet Cats, don't you?
Don't you?
Friday, January 4, 2013
Saturday, December 8, 2012
So, I Made This Commercial
So, this one time, I had to make this commercial of this well known product for Film School and during the filming of it, I may or may not been indirectly involved with our Actress losing a layer of skin on her shoulder because one of the men chasing her got too enthusiastic when we told him to tackle her and they missed the grass by an inch and hit the cement instead. And she was bleeding all over and it was really cold and we had her in shorts but figured "Fuck it, we aren't rich, we shouldn't have to provide blankets!" and then she slightly froze until our shoot was over.
And then she later came back to do a pants-less music video for us. She's a trooper.
And then she later came back to do a pants-less music video for us. She's a trooper.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
It's Been A Long, Long Time.
It's been an awful long time since I have blogged anything and I'm going to, once again, blame it on having such a busy schedule.
Film School is going great, life is just peachy, and everything is dandy.
Except that, y'know, I'm getting to a point with this blog that I'm afraid I might have run out of things to say. What can I say to my audience that will tickle their feathers and boner their wieners?
I'm afraid I've lost the magic that sent my fingers typing in a flurry of flanges.
Perhaps I can talk about the music video I just did where the actress spent 90% of the time running around in a shirt, a bowler hat, and no underwear and we didn't discover this until we asked her to straddle and ride on the back of a Panda.
Or perhaps I can talk about how another actress involved brought her cute puppy a long to the shoot until we all realized it was in the middle of heat and bleeding all over the place.
Wouldn't it be funny if I mentioned how I may or may not have broken an old French man's back and instead of sending him to the hospital we gave him a bunch of random pills we found in a shady little pill box and then forced him to keep fake playing guitar while a near naked boy danced next to him?
It'd be more hilarious if I tickled your fancy with a story about how said music video was shut down because a rumor went around the school that we were going to force naked ladies to crawl through the mud while a child wearing full bondage dragged her around on a collar.
But, alas, my life has been pretty dull and I've lost the drive to tell funny, witty stories. I might as well curl up with my asshole dog and give up.
Film School is going great, life is just peachy, and everything is dandy.
Except that, y'know, I'm getting to a point with this blog that I'm afraid I might have run out of things to say. What can I say to my audience that will tickle their feathers and boner their wieners?
I'm afraid I've lost the magic that sent my fingers typing in a flurry of flanges.
Perhaps I can talk about the music video I just did where the actress spent 90% of the time running around in a shirt, a bowler hat, and no underwear and we didn't discover this until we asked her to straddle and ride on the back of a Panda.
Or perhaps I can talk about how another actress involved brought her cute puppy a long to the shoot until we all realized it was in the middle of heat and bleeding all over the place.
Wouldn't it be funny if I mentioned how I may or may not have broken an old French man's back and instead of sending him to the hospital we gave him a bunch of random pills we found in a shady little pill box and then forced him to keep fake playing guitar while a near naked boy danced next to him?
It'd be more hilarious if I tickled your fancy with a story about how said music video was shut down because a rumor went around the school that we were going to force naked ladies to crawl through the mud while a child wearing full bondage dragged her around on a collar.
But, alas, my life has been pretty dull and I've lost the drive to tell funny, witty stories. I might as well curl up with my asshole dog and give up.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
CREEK SHOW!
Ded Jeremy Presents: Creek Show.
This film was submitted into my first festival and it may not have won any prizes, but it sure did win the crowds heart and became the Audience Favorite of the night.
The making of this has a crazy back story that I'm in the process of writing, but in the mean time enjoy!
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Vote Or She WILL Kill You.
I'm sending this blog post on behalf of Womb Mate who has alerted me to the fact that if I didn't share it and if y'all didn't vote, she would kill all of us. And after knowing her for all of her life, she will do it. She'll straight up murder y'all.
She entered my Nephew, the adorable devil, into some contest about who has the cutest dirty kid and you can possibly win some money for it and she promised me that if she won the money she'd, y'know, not throw some of it my way so I'll get to karate chop her in the uterus sometime in the future for not sharing. And that would be freakin' sweet.
And so far the winner of it is some stinky old kid doing nothing cute at all because they are old and not baby cute.
My Nephew? He's baby cute.
So go vote here.
OR WE WILL ALL DIE.
She entered my Nephew, the adorable devil, into some contest about who has the cutest dirty kid and you can possibly win some money for it and she promised me that if she won the money she'd, y'know, not throw some of it my way so I'll get to karate chop her in the uterus sometime in the future for not sharing. And that would be freakin' sweet.
And so far the winner of it is some stinky old kid doing nothing cute at all because they are old and not baby cute.
My Nephew? He's baby cute.
So go vote here.
OR WE WILL ALL DIE.
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Womb Mate
Friday, September 21, 2012
Just Because I'm Drunk Doesn't Mean I Still Don't Care.
So, it seems again I am writing another blog post about how "I'm still alive, just too cool to hang out with you blog people because I HAVE A LIFE!" and y'know what? Even I am getting sick of it.
I should really be posting here more because my life is pretty exciting right now. Like, did I mention that I won some money to make a Short Horror Film for a festival? OF COURSE I DIDN'T! Because I've been neglecting telling these stories.
Y'all should really add me to facebook because I always talk there about the cool shit going on.
Right now I'm on summer break from school and you know what I did? I went and hung out with a baby for almost a week. Well, I'm still hanging out with a baby. Womb Mate's baby who is now a year old and just a monster. But a loveable monster who shrieks and points and wobbles around on his fat legs like a belligerent drunk.
I also most likely got a job editing professionally. How did I manage to pull that off? BECAUSE I AM AWESOME. And I sent a lot of emails. A lot of emails.
I'm going to start posting more (I know, I know, I said this a lot already) and update what is going on in Film School and my life.
I promise.
And I may or may not be lying on that promise. WE SHALL SEE.
I should really be posting here more because my life is pretty exciting right now. Like, did I mention that I won some money to make a Short Horror Film for a festival? OF COURSE I DIDN'T! Because I've been neglecting telling these stories.
Y'all should really add me to facebook because I always talk there about the cool shit going on.
Right now I'm on summer break from school and you know what I did? I went and hung out with a baby for almost a week. Well, I'm still hanging out with a baby. Womb Mate's baby who is now a year old and just a monster. But a loveable monster who shrieks and points and wobbles around on his fat legs like a belligerent drunk.
I also most likely got a job editing professionally. How did I manage to pull that off? BECAUSE I AM AWESOME. And I sent a lot of emails. A lot of emails.
I'm going to start posting more (I know, I know, I said this a lot already) and update what is going on in Film School and my life.
I promise.
And I may or may not be lying on that promise. WE SHALL SEE.
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Adventures In The South,
Film School,
Womb Mate
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Most Important Meal Of The Day. And Time Travel
Presenting one of the projects two fellow students and myself handed in yesterday. It blew away the other projects and left our Department Head a quivering puddle of goo in the corner. I've got to say, I'm never doing a Time Travel story again WITHOUT identical twins. That shit is fucking hard.
Also, the two Film Students and I have created a film collective called DED JEREMY. It's where we will be posting group projects for school and outside of school.
We have a youtube account. You should probably suscribe too.
We also have Twitter and sometimes witty banter on it. You should probably follow it.
We also have a Facebook that you should probably like and help us take over the world.
Check them out and show the love! Or the hate. We'll take that too. After all, we're desperate Film Students.
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