No Bad, Just Different Shades of Good

Adverbs be damned. I've been frequently, frustratingly unemployed this year. One job here may give me a few hundred clams. Another job there may give me a few hundred more. There comes a time when you have to ask, "what's wrong with me?"

But my story isn't uncommon. That's both a relief and a cause for alarm. Young people are looking at each other, scratching their heads, and asking "what's wrong with us?" What makes our generation so underqualified? Why are college grads being forced to return to part-time jobs they once held back in high school?

Here's an article my friend Matt Brandenburgh brought to my attention. It does a far better job explaining the situation:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/11/21/AR2009112102372.html?hpid=topnews

Guys, there is something wrong here. People say "fix the system" as if that phrase was some simple solution. Of course we should fix the system. That's obvious. The question is how do we fix things? Where do you start?

But what is most frustrating is how few people, besides that unlucky minority, really care about the situation. The other day, an employed friend told me that "unemployment was not that bad" and that the "bad times were over." What?!

Friends, this is partially what is wrong. Some of us are looking the other way. The water is on the stove, but it hasn't reached the boiling point. We can't assume there is no problem since it's not affecting us at the time. This is irresponsible and foolish and, besides the curious rise of the Twilight phenomenon, I can't think of a bigger problem plaguing our generation. Where's the fire, guys?

My father once said that the goal of each generation should be to make the next one better. That's great advice, as it provides a singular, motivating idea to drive our days. However, following that advice is might prove difficult for this generation. The problem ranges further than next week's paycheck, so much further than you care to think.

When we were young, we were told that if we stayed in line and got good enough grades, we could be "anything that we wanted to be." Well, now that we've delivered on our end of the bargain, can they, in good conscious, really say that they delivered on theirs?


Flippo

The Detour As The Destination

This week, I am compelled to look back at the four years I ran cross country in high school. That was a special time for me, one I think grows in stature as time separates it from me. Now, if baseball can "unite a nation" and a rag-tag team of misfits can "bring a town together," I don't see why my cross country days can't themselves possess a larger, mythic quality. You may not much care to hear me reminisce about events you weren't even present for. That's fine. This one is probably just for me anyway. However, I'd appreciate a companion if you have the time.

Everyday the school bell sounded for a final time at 3:15. However, a few of us weren't quite ready to call it a day. Not always eager, we threw on a pair of cruddy old sneakers and a dirty T-shirt, and we soon began a steady run around the school. We were free to run around the grounds, going wherever we wanted to as long as we achieved and maintained a steady pace.

Together, we were content enough that there was no real destination, happy to bid our time with our friends at a reasonable speed. As a metaphor for youth, that may seem a little on-the-nose. It's one I enjoy anyway.

I've never engaged in odder conversations. Youthful naivete mixed with an exhausted delirium to create one-of-a-kind exchanges. That's a fancy way to say that, more than half the time, we didn't know what the hell we were saying. I learned to joke with a quick, ferocious focus (my longer, more roundabout humor didn't work well between heavy breaths).

After a couple of years, I shed my middle school fat and was at my leanest. I became fast, something my elementary school teachers never thought possible. My mile time was eventually lowered to about five and a half minutes. That's an achievement that may seem small to some runners, but it certainly felt life-changing to me at the time.

But I started off horrible. Most all of us did. There's a learning curve. Stiches. Unexpected belly-aches. The occassional vomit. Long-distance runners experienced it all and were, in fact, glad to be experiencing it. In the moment, you were weak, but in the greater context of our running careers, we were becoming stronger by the day.

What I remember most about running is those times where you've found that steady rhythm, and all you have is your thoughts. It is the most meditative of sports. As a teenager with normal teenager problems (problems which now seem so small in context of the world at large), I had all the time I needed to sort them out. Many times, you were out there with nothing but your troubles and the steady beat of your tennis shoes on the pavement.

I love the small moments especially, those moments that still remain so vivid. They're moments that really matter only to me, which, in turn, is why I love them so much. They're those moments between friends, and those conversations you can only have after knowing a person for years. They're those times I ran alone, still overwhelmed by all I had in front of me (I'm not entirely talking about the sport here). They're those sweet, fleeting moments after the race, when the euphoria would kick in and the world's hidden threats felt distant and inconsequential.

Those small singular moments, in the context of a life, do not register with the same urgency as other, more important milestones, the ones a photographer finds fit to capture. Taken one at a time, those small moments don't mean anything. Taken together, they become the world entire.

As (most) always, here's some videos I'm digging this week.

My friend Alex alerted me of this Charlotte Gainsbourg/ Beck music video. It is called "Heaven Can Wait," and it's fairly brilliant. Watch it a few times. It's one of those neat videos where funny details and images lurk in the background, waiting for you to discover them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KP-nVpOLW88

Here's a song that sort of moves me, though I can't fully explain why (you'll just have to click to find out the song). Boy, those lyrics are sheer nonsense, aren't they? However, since I'm a fairly nonsensical person myself, this song seems to be speaking my language. Never underestimate the nonsense. There is poetry inside.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzlMeTxVdH8

Well, that's it for this week. Not much else to report. Down and Yonder continues and is now not just a series of scenes and notes. It's a story, Dear Reader, one I would be glad to tell you if you'd be willing to hear. Now that the connective tissue is finally showing itself, I've returned to the goal of having it done before the end of the year. For the first time in a long time, I'm hopeful and ambitious, confident but ever cautious. Feels good to be back.

Feels better to have you there with me, Dear Reader.

Flippo

And The Known Empires of the Mind

This week, I was working on Down and Yonder (60 pages in!) and listening to Nirvana's Live At Reading. It's a substantial album, fueled by both the power of the music and its own tragic context. As I was listening to it, I began to think about the albums I've played while working and the unexpected ways I may have been influenced.

Last spring, I began working on Trailer Trash Kidnapping after hearing the song "Trailer Trash" by Modest Mouse. The lyrics go like this:

Eating snow flakes with plastic forks

And a paper plate of course, you think of everything

Short love with a long divorce

And a couple of kids of course

They don't mean anything

Live in trailers with no class

goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing

Taking heartache with hard work

Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything

And I shout that you're all fakes

And you should have seen the look on your face

And I guess that's what it takes

When comparing your bellyaches

And it's been a long time

Which agrees with this watch of mine

And I guess that I miss you, and I'm sorry if I dissed you

I love those lyrics. They're at once universal and heartbreakingly intimate. I love the fact that it takes a lower class set of people and makes their lives mythic and large and sad. It's a nice change of pace from dumb Larry the Cable Guy-style bathroom humor. From those set of lyrics, all of Trailer Trash Kidnapping began to fall together.

Other albums I listened to during the period were MGMT's Oracular Spectacular and The Killers' Day and Age. Never in a million years would you ever be able to pick those as influences (in fact, to expect that would be absurd). However, I can feel it, rather it be a character's misplaced optimism or this knowing inevitablily that I hope can be felt throughout the entire work.

Of course, this is not a new practice. Last year, I wrote Anywhere, Illinois and Wastelanders and I feel that they were in many ways shaped by Beck's Modern Guilt, The Hold Steady's Stay Positive, and The Black Keys' Attack and Release. These albums have a youthful (though not necessarily naive) way of looking at things, and I think it shows.

Though I can't find the quote to save my life, there is a filmmaker (whose name I won't give since it may affect the way you judge the quote) who says that you have to bring everything you have to the table when writing. If someone just broke your heart, use it. If you're frustrated in your career, use it. Life is the fodder. Maybe that's all good writing is, a collection of our experiences, our influences. Maybe it's all just brain soup.

I hate it when people say they don't write about "personal things." That's silly. Writing is one of the most intensely personal things in the world. That's why so many people hate to do it. You're putting your whole self on the page, and a rejection of that feels like a rejection of you. So, if you're reading this, lighten up a little bit on the writers you know. It's tough out there, and we're a sensitive breed anyway.

Flippo

The Kingdom Inside My Own Skull

Kids, the fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists. -Stephan King, It.

I do not usually begin my entries with a epitaph. A quote before a blog entry (even if that quote is from low-brow guru King) absolutely reeks of pretension and insecurity. You should be relieved to learn that I do not plan to dwell on or expand much more on this quotation. It conveys everything I would want to, but far more elegantly.

I have begun work on what I hope to be my first novel, entitled We Are The Echo. This is a scary thought, and it sounds horrible to say it aloud or even to write it. I'm now at 30,000 words. Not 30,000 good words exactly, but I can assure you that there are indeed 30,000 of them. Ideally, this project will run 80,000- 100,000 words by the time it is done. I hope I finish the novel before the novel finishes with me.

I continue to work on other projects. The response (or lack thereof) to Trailer Trash Kidnapping was disappointingly disappointing. It was met with a shrug among close friends, so I must press on. I told myself I was going to take a break, concentrate on running, and find a real job, but this isn't in my nature. I like to write. That's what I do. It clears my mind, which is good, because my mind needs plenty of clearing these days.

My new project is called Down and Yonder. I am excited, though it is taking a little bit longer than I have anticipated. I've become very "precious about the page" as some writers call it. I must have read the first page of script over a hundred times, making tiny little critiques and adjustments. I wanted to be done with it before the end of the year. However, it is starting to look like this won't be the case. I wanted 120-130 pages full of scope and ambition, but am starting to think that a 90-100 page sprint might be better. As a writer, I want to start saying more with less, like the writers of perfect pop songs.

That's it. I'm done for this week. I'm going to try my best to update more frequently. I've ignored this blog for too long, which is a shame, because it might be the best tool I have.

Flippo

A Petrified Fountain of Thought

Lingering in the past is dangerous. It can weaken us, chastise us. It makes us rest on our laurels when we don't quite deserve to do so. But, on rare occasions, I also think brief reminders of what we have been through can re-energize us, quicken our pace, and freshen our outlook. Today, I am going to devote a post to do just that. Please forgive this quick act of self-indulgence.

Today, I woke up and had an overbearing urge to write about the two years I spent as a projectionist at UGA's student center. I had plenty of good times in that little theater, saw many good movies, and made plenty of good friends.

For over a year and half, I worked the Saturday night shift. I didn't mind. I would write or read, and that funny little clicking of the projector was oddly therapeutic. That projection room became my Zen garden.

I was proud of that little minimum-wage job. I was so excited that I had an "-ist" at the end of my job title. It meant that I had a skill and some knowledge. I loved the fact that the movie was not possible until someone like me came by, threaded the film, and pressed the button. I was apart of the system, and it needed a skilled individual like me to come by and make it all possible. It was a nice little break from being just another twenty-year-old kid in a red T-shirt.

My friends would usually catch the last showing and wait for me as I closed down the theater. Afterwards, we would linger in the lobby till they closed the student center. We would joke and kid. They will probably be the best friends I will ever make.

I loved that little theater. I would project the movies, and would often pretend I was projecting my own. My time there was not perfect, but it was perfect for me at that time. Of course, one of the great tragedies in life is that you rarely realize how special those little moments are till they are gone.

Flippo

Like Father, Like Gun Trailers

Here are some fake trailers I made for a class project last fall. Hope you like 'em.

Manifest Destiny

Dad spent the last few months writing what he likes to call "The Flippo Manifesto." Important advice for all, I believe, and so I thought I would share it with you.

1. Family Comes First. Period. People put lots of things first, but for me, family comes first and always will.

2. Trust Your Instincts. You know the difference between right and wrong. Good and Bad. You will rarely go wrong using common sense. If it’s too good to be true it usually is. Trust yourself and things will generally fall as they should.

3. Be the Last Man Standing. I use this to illustrate that you have to have the will to defend your family, your friends, your ideas, and your beliefs. If you know you are right, you should never back down. You will regret it if you do.

4. Know Where the Edge Is. Know where the line is and be prepared for the consequences when that line is crossed. This can be applied to every aspect of your life. Some lines have to be crossed so be prepared.

5. Never Make Idle Threats or Promises. If you say you are going to do something, do it. A threat rarely needs to be acted on twice if you follow through the first time. If you make a promise, follow through. You are only as good as your word.

6. Use Apologies Sparingly. If you say you're sorry for every mishap that happens in life it loses its true meaning. The same goes for excuses. Remember sometimes things just happen.

7 . A Job Is Just a Job. Don’t let a job define who you are. We work to provide. I’m not saying don’t put forth a great effort. But at the end of the day remember you can love a job, but it does not love you back.

8. Never Take the Credit or the Blame for Something You Did or Did Not Do. If you did something take ownership of it. The quickest way to lose respect and friends is to take what is not yours.

9. Live in the Middle. Don’t let the highs get too high or the lows get too low. Life has a way of evening out the playing field. Remember that Life takes away as much as it gives. In the end, you leave with what you brought.

10. A Salesperson/ Boss Is Not Your Friend . People have their own agendas so be careful with your time, your money, your talents. People will tell you anything if it is to their benefit. It is their business to get your “most” for their “least."

11. It Is Okay to Say No. Don’t say yes to every situation. “No, I have other plans” says it all. Everyone wants a little piece of you and it is up to you how to divide you life. You can not please everyone.

12. It Is What It Is. Some things in life are not fair. That’s life. You can deal with it or you can become bitter or angry about it. Life does not care about your feelings. You can only control a small portion of your life. Sad but true. Make the most with what you have.

13. True Love Will Share the Chair. If you’re the one that is always standing or always seated the relationship will not last. Love and respect go hand to hand. You will only be truly happy if it is a love of equals. Remember a Queen may love her subjects, but but she never offers them a seat on the throne.

14. I Got Your Back. A real friend will be there when times are good and when they are bad. A true friend is rare so hold them dear. There is an old Italian saying that goes “it is better to be defeated twice by an enemy than betrayed once by a friend."

15. Do Things For The Right Reasons. Be honest to yourself about why you are doing something. If you are only doing something for personal gain or pride understand that, in the end, you may be disappointed.

16. Never Run In Place ... Always Have Something To Look Forward To. The daily grind is called that for a reason. There is more to life than just getting up, working, and doing it all over again the next day. Life is to be enjoyed. It is a Gift.

So what do you think, Flip-philes? Is there anything you would like to add to this list?

Flippo

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

That Star On Life's Tremulous Ocean

To those that are still searching. To those that have yet to be found. To those that seek the answers. To those that are the answers. To those people that feel like a statistic. To statistics that feel like people. It is to you guys that I dedicate this very special entry of The Weekly Flippo.

I'm sorry, Flip-philes. I'm in a contemplative mood this week. What's happening to the world today? Economic crisis. War in the Middle East. A new Jonas Brothers album. Where have we gone wrong? And, more imporantly, how can we set it right?

This week, I'm going to give you a heapin' helpin' of hope and list some stuff I think are worth living for (in no particular order). You may agree that these are great things or you may not. I just know they give me a little bit of hope. If I am able to find these anchors, I know you will be able to find some as well.

*Futurama is renewed! Yep, Comedy Central is bringing back my favorite television show about a twentieth century man waking up in the wild world of the thirtieth century. This classic may not be for everybody, but if you think jokes about A Brief History of Time and the binary code are funny, then I think you'll have a blast. My favorite episode remains "The Sting." If you are a fan of comedy or just good writing in general, I encourage you to check this episode out. Hopefully, Futurama will be able to generate more classics like this over at Comedy Central.

*DVDs are getting cheaper! The other day, I bought Congo for $5. How can you beat that? Congo... for five clams! Thank you Blue Ray... not because you are a substantially better format, but because I can now buy okay movies for super cheap. I recently bought the Director's Cut of Dark City for less than ten bucks. What a glorious time to be alive!

*Jeff Goldblum is alive! Yes, those nasty rumors were thankfully proven false and our favorite chaos theory spewing, fly mutating, "must go faster" saying actor lives to fight another day! Watch this video and see what has thankfully not been lost: http://www.worstpreviews.com/headline.php?id=14086&count=0

*Sneezing stills exists (or, as I like to call them, "nosegasms"). Who doesn't love a good sneeze? That right. Nobody. I love it when its a sunny day and you step outside and you sneeze and it makes a little mist. Long story short, sneezing feels so good, you're gong to need a tissue afterwards.

*Jack White is still making music. I believe that if Jack White were born in an earlier decade, his the songs he is writing right now would be the old standards. Enough said. Thanks for playing. Check out this video for The Dead Weather, Mr. White's third band: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scJ8ITsZsl4

*Lost is about to start its final (and sure to be blockbuster) final season. Its kind of amazing to think that this time next year, we're going to know what the island is and what the smoke monster is all about. Tell you the truth, I'm more concerned about the series providing closure to these characters that we have come to know and love over a period of five years. If episodes like "The Constant" and "The Life and Death of Jeremy Bentham" provide any insight into what they plan to do in the final season, then I think we may just have a satisfying ending on our hands.

Anyway, here are some youtube videos I'm digging this week.

*A Watchmen video unlike any other: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDDHHrt6l4w

*A trailer for Daybreakers. Awesome. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayYiMygqlfo&feature=fvst

*A music video for Weird Al's "Craigslist." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZqciuoiikw&feature=fvst

And with that, I believe we're all wrapped up for this week's special edition of The Weekly Flippo. Hopefully I have given you a glimmer of hope, a simple beacon in these alarmingly dark times.

Flippo

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Future Comes Soon Enough

Hey Flip-philes. Sure, it has been a little while since my last post, but since when has that ever stopped us? We're both here today, a little bit older (and, contrary to popular belief, not quite wiser), and we're as eager as ever to get some bloggin' done. That's right. No "g". That's how you know you're in for a good time.

The biggest development over the last few months is that I finally finished my script for Trailer Trash Kidnapping. What I thought would be a 90-page sprint turned into a 127-page marathon. Usually brevity is a strong suit of mine. This time, it was one of my worse suits. A thrift store suit. The kind that itch.

Anyway, I turned it in to the Nicholl and am hoping for positive results. Hopefully, I can at least match the semi-success of Anywhere, Illinois, a project that managed to make it to the quarterfinals despite the debilitating handicap of being written by me.

I've managed to get a little bit of work in the past few months. The creators of MadTV made a webseries called Camera Cafe and I was fortunate enough to get on that as a production assistant. Not an amazing amount of money (that gold toilet remains an unrealized ambition), but enough to get my rent taken care of. Ah, the eternal quest of a twenty-something: paying rent on time. Good thing I don't have a whole lot of money right now. I fear I would blow it all on things I don't need, like DVDs and deodorant.

I went home a few weeks ago and worked as a PA for my buddy John Summerour's film, Sahkanaga. Though I only caught glimpses of how it looked on camera, what I saw was amazing, and I believe John has an astonishing film on his hands. I can't wait for you to see it, Dear Reader. It is being made with the upmost professionalism and enthusiasm, and if only a fracture of that skill is evident on screen, then it will still be a helluva film.

As always, here are a few youtube videos I'm digging this week:

The trailer for Funny People. Amazing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrYJGh2tXhU

Green Day's Know Your Enemy. Good song from a great album.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgvGPwEGoOI

The latest trailer for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Epic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnooUEuyn_M&feature=fvst

Oh, and the teaser for Toy Story 3. This is a very trailer-heavy edition of The Weekly Flippo.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=og-t-u-fFGM&feature=channel

I suppose that wraps it up. If you'll excuse me, all that awesome has left me tired. I'll catch you next week for a little bit more Weekly Flippo.

The Flippo

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Those Mad Dogs of Glory

Hey Flip-philes! Back again with another heapin' helpin' of some good ol' fashioned blog. Its amazing how technology is finding new ways for us to waste time. You used to have to waste time by reading a book or wittling or making traps to catch game. Now, with the internet, you can argue about movies, play online poker, watch some guy get kicked in the groin on youtube, or read a blog about some jackass you probably don't know... like me. Life is beautiful.


I am entering Week 4 in L.A. and, so far, its not been that bad. There have been no Training Day type situations and just a few Heat-type scenarios. I will keep you posted and alert you if L.A. earthquakes and slides down into the Pacific and I have to escape, Snake Plissken-style (it would make for one hell of a blog).

My script for Trailer Trash Kidnapping continues. I'll have the first act finished within the week and am excited about embarking on the second. The first forty pages are always the most difficult between finding the tone and setting up the characters. Though the subject matter is extremely dark, the writing and the craft of it have been enjoyable. This time, I have far more confidence in the story I'm telling, and I believe it shows on page after page. I think its a good story and hopefully it can from my head and land on the page intact. You will probably know before I will.

I started my internship for Larger Than Life Productions, reading scripts. So far, it has been a great experience. Everyone there is extremely professional and smart- both book smart and in the ways of the industry. Most of my day there is spent reading scripts and doing coverage. Truth be told, most of the scripts I get are pretty bad. Now, I don't think I'm world's greatest writer (there are still plenty of areas I know I can improve upon), but it does not take a genius to know a piece of shit. Sorry for the language.

On to my next order of business, I have a confession: I am a TV junkie. Always have been, always will be. Now, I've been told that it will turn my brain into pancake batter, but so far, my mind has held relatively intact (well, at least enough for it to remain in my skull). I'm, of course, an avid Lost fan and obsess over to an almost sickening degree. My love for The Simpsons knows no bounds. I ALWAYS make time to watch The Daily Show, The Office, and South Park. Last year, I started watching Heroes... just in time for it to get crappy. On DVD, I have newfound obsessions with Freaks and Geeks and Futurama. As you can tell, I have a full schedule.

You may be shocked. You may wonder, "Why, Mr. Flippo, you good-looking master of all things awesome, how are you able to watch all that crazy programming and still have the sense to dress yourself in the morning?" Glad you asked, Dear Reader. The answer lies, ironically, in a book. This magical book is "Everything Bad Is Good For You" by Steven Berlin Johnson. In it, Johnson makes the claim that pop culture, over time, has grown more demanding and is actually making us smarter. I read that book about a year and change ago, and, well, I drank the kool-aid and am thinking he might be onto something.

Take Lost, for example. Has there ever been a television program that demanded more from its audience? Not only do episodes from season five reference and build on things that happened in season one, but the show almost demands a little familiarity with, among other things, Stephen Hawking, Kurt Vonnegut, Gilgamesh, etc. Of course, there are ways for you to shut off your brain (cough, The Hills, cough), but, if you want, there are plenty of intellectually stimulating programming out there as well.

Okay, as always, here are some youtube clips I'm digging this week:

The trailer for Tarantino's Ingorious Bastards. Awesome.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pel3GE97evA

A teaser for Green Day's new album, 21st Century Breakdown. If I enjoy this album half as much as I enjoyed American Idiot, then I think we're looking at one of the best discs of 2009.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoccl36qqOU&feature=related

A beatboxing flute cover of the Super Mario theme. Crazy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crfrKqFp0Zg

The music video for MGMT's "Time to Pretend." I feel like its about me (don't we all feel that way about great songs?). If its not, then I'll still be happy to just crank it up and sing along.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVnRzEjpUmE

Alright, Flip-philes. That's all from me this week. Come back next week to hang out, hang in, hang left, hang right, anything you fancy.

xoxo
The Flip

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Don't Wait To Be Hunted To Hide

Hey, Flip-philes! As promised, I have written my second blog in two weeks (soon I'll be able to call this thing The Weekly Flippo again). A fair warning: if kicking ass does not seem like something you would want to do, I recommend going to another blog. Surely you'd rather read some lame posts about emo bands, C-SPAN, frozen yogurt, soft rock, low-carb diets, Heroes, games where "everybody wins," weather, John Mayer, knitting, dog whispering, scrapbooking, or sisterhoods (of both the Ya-Ya and traveling pants variety).
Hidden text is evil.

Are we on the same page? Good.

Screw you, guys!

On our first order of business, let's talk about the Super Bowl... and when I mean talk, I mean let me tell you what I think. Now football is fine and all, but the real fun comes from the commercials (like how I'm sure most of you enjoy airplane rides for the pretzels). This year's crop of commercials was merely okay. I enjoyed the one where Alec Baldwin was an alien, and the one where Mrs. Potato Head's mouth popped off. However, there weren't just enough quality commercials. I mean, seriously, comedy is not that hard. Just throw in some guy getting kicked in the groin or maybe a talking baby or two, and- tada!- I have just weaved a rich tapestry of comedy gold.

I hate hidden text.

As far as movie trailers go, the only big surprise was the one for Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, which actually might be pretty cool if Mike Bay can hold the camera still for a second and let us actually watch the robots fight. The Star Trek preview looked pretty cool, but it really didn't contain any new footage. The Fast and Furious movie (not to be confused with its article-challened prequel, The Fast and The Furious) looked pretty silly. All I know is that Lil Bow Wow better pop up and do some Tokyo Drifting. You can't give us pure, concentrated awesome, and then take it away. Us junkies need our fix!

The Weekly Flippo... though I write it, I am not really a fan.

Okay, next order of business. Its really more of an observation than anything, but I've noticed that Facebook has become really, really boring. Come on guys! Post about a break-up or put up some embarassing photos or write a politically-incorrect status update. Anything! Please! What is the point of a social network if the day's biggest event is that David Q. Hipster added "The Darjeeling Limited" to his list of favorite movies? What the hell, guys?! Give me someting! You guys are my friends, so entertain me!

What is your problem?

And, once again, here are some videos I'm really digging this week.

I'm sorry about what I said about scrapbooking. Nothing personal.

Yes, I've already put up a Flight of the Conchords song a few posts back, but genius is genius.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-re8z-H1UqY&feature=related

Huh?!

I am also digging this trailer for 500 Days of Summer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILCB_f0IIyI

Why don't you kick yourself out... you're an immigrant, too!

Also, here is the head explosion from Scanners.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJ0pmMW6vxE&feature=related

Gross.

And with that, fellow Flipinites, I leave you to venture forth into that dark abyness that is the future. Come back next week as I continue to shoot the breeze, as well as any other kind of weather that dares cross my path!

xoxo

The Flipmeister

Thursday, January 29, 2009

To Hold The Sound of Time...

Hey Flip-philes! After a short delay of five months, I have decided to finally publish another blog (rendering me a complete jackass for calling this thing "The Weekly Flippo"). Anyway, since time won't let us rest long in a luxurious past, we have no choice but to venture forth into an unknown future. Impressed yet? Good

The biggest development of the past six months is that I have finished up my time at the University of Georgia, earning a degree in Telecommunication Arts. I'm very proud of that accomplishment and some part of me wishes to relive it in some sort of weird time loop. How awesome would it be to have a reboot button and relive the past four years if we wanted to? Sadly, those do not exist (yet).

Anyway, like most other twenty-something aspiring writers, I thought I should move to a city! Since I am having trouble shaking screenwriting and film production, I decided that Los Angeles would be a good fit. So far, I am surprisingly happy with the decision. Sure, unemployment is not fun and I have just a little bit too much time on my hands (enough time to write this blog), but, all in all, I can't complain. Even if I fail, it will still be a kickass chapter in my eventual autobiography ("Citizen Flippo: The Legend Bares All").

Awesome... secret hidden text... how cool!

In other news, my friend John Summerour (the man behind the Chickamauga short I have mentioned in previous posts) is making a feature-length film based on the material. It is going to be a very homegrown David Gordon Green style shoot and I couldn't be more excited. Last month everyone involved came together and did a table reading of the script. All in all, it was very solid, and I think this time next year he's going to have a very good first feature on his hands.
I don't trust people who search for secret hidden text
Regarding my own stuff, I have continued writing. My last script, "Anywhere, Illinois," did somewhat well at the 2008 Nicholl Fellowship, advancing to the quarterfinal round. Out of over 5,000 scripts, it was able to make it into the top 300. Sadly, the script didn't make it much further and had a noble death. However, hope remains. My new script, "Trailer Trash Kidnapping," is coming along nicely and will hopefully be met with an enthusiastic response. I'm anxious to see how others respond to the material. Right now, there's nothing out there, quite like it (for better or worse).

Anyway, as always, here are some youtube clips I'm diggin this week:

This guy is either some sort of genius and is playing us Prestige-style, or he is the least self-aware human being ever. It may just be the second.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMoruVlNbBY

My buddy Nathan Courtney did this video. Pretty awesome. Same parking deck as above, but waaaaay better.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAlSGLn_Mwo&feature=related

The Simpsons' "Monorail Song." Best. Song. Ever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAk2BBhQm1o

The Killers' music video for "Spaceman." Weird song, weirder video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZzqBqTqrZA

The Terminator Salvation trailer is pretty sweet. Unsure of the director, but so far, so good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRwby_vjg88

Anyway, that's it for this week. I promise it will not be five months before we talk again. Remember to live the dream.

xoxo
The Flippo

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I am one of the following: an aspiring magician, the fourth member of R.E.M., a guy writing a blog hoping to start a career in writing and filmmaking, a washed-up magician, Moby with a wig, thirty-two years old, an astronaut.

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