I’m going to video chronical Cornerstone festival next week. I have lofty plans to put together a 20 minute video journal of the trip. I need it to, I’m getting anxious with all this time in my life spent not doing video projects. Filming the Port Huron area school graduations was a nice filler, but it’s time to get down to business. I got some comedy stewin’ too. Once I get it all out, I’ll be so artsy and cool. Maybe I’ll even get some superficial friends out of this deal.
I used the word “lofty” in two straight posts. I’m two for two on relevance.
Filed under: Whatever , Artsy, Comedy, Cornerstone Music Festival, Lofty, Port Huron, Video
Nick Swordson fans will know. I have many lofty and possibly unattainable goals. I think it’s healthy to dream. Here, for instance, is what I hope they say at my funeral:He was bold and courageous. His faith could be seen for miles, and his warmth made those miles seem like he was next door. He was a man of God, always seeking wisdom and truth above all. He stood up for what he believed in and was a man of his word. He found the good in everything, whether it was there or not. But most of all, he loved. Love was apparent in this man’s heart, and in this man’s life. And anyone who came in contact with him felt loved.At that point in the Eulogy, I’ll pop out of the casket on these crazy marionette strings, this huge, sick flesh puppet. Sparklers will go off, and a circus tune will play. And everyone will realize that I was retarted too, and that he laughed too much. (If there is such a thing as laughing too much, which I think there is not.)
Filed under: Whatever , Comedy, Death, Dreams, Goals, Lofty, Nick Swordson, Truth, Wisdom
I’m reading C.S. Lewis’ “Suprised by Joy”. I’m not a fan of old english talk, like in the movies “Emma”, “Sense and Sensibility” or “Pride and Prejudice”. But I’m getting into this book. He tells stories with so much substance, he ties every loose end when describing an experience of his or the history of something. I astutely recommend his literature
I just finished a journal. It’s been 4 years or so filling this one up with quotes of people i know and of people i dont know, bible verses, book references, prayers, songs, writings, ideas, unfinished short stories, and everything in between. I agree with the theory that keeping a journal helps relieve stress and is good for mental health, but the real reason I started is because I’m scared to forget. I hate feeling like I’m oblivious to my screw-ups. As I continue to grow as a person, there are certain personality quirks and bad habits that I’ve quit and overcome, only to have different ones to take the old habit’s place. But thats life, perfection is unattainable. But striving for it sure feels liberating.
I love conversation with friends about both everything and nothing that go on and on forever. I like jokes too. Man, people are funny. I have great friends
Filed under: Whatever , C.S. Lewis, Comedy, Conversations, Emma, Friends, Journal, Loose Lips, Pride and Prejudice, Quotes, Sense and Sensibility, The Moon
I am clumsy, not very well balanced, and I trip and fall off of logs that you would use as a bridge to cross over a stretch of water. And I want you to know that, because I do care about what people think even though I don’t. So, I’m clumsy.
If I fail you, it’s not on purpose nor intentional. I love you, and I hope we can look past my short-sightedness.
It’s good to hear my mom laugh. She always laughs when she throws something, cause it always turns out so terrible. The aerodynamics of her tosses are very stereotypical of a short, small woman. Usually, I’ll be upstairs cleaning or something, and she’ll throw up rolls of toilet paper to fill the bathroom with, and she’ll just let them fly like grenades. They’ll usually come tumbling back down, and she’ll just hold her sides laughing at how she has done this for the last 6 years and not yet succeeded. And she always laughs when she throws something, and it feels like home.
Filed under: Whatever , Aww Rescue Pack, Clumsy, Comedy, Failure, Home, Laugh, Love, Mom, Rescue Pack
February 25, 2006 • 3:26 am
You ever bowl a 78? Yeah, ha ha, me neither….
Let’s all go see Dave Chappelle’s “Block Party” next week. I’m not joking around. But he usually is. He was on Screen Actors Guild with James Lipton the other night, and I wanna see it.
I love comedy and funny. Do you know how much not awesome things would be without funny? Make sure you laugh extra hard today when your Grandma slips on the pavement.
I’m kidding! have a heart and help her up, she’s your grandma! Are you inconsiderate?!
“Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when I fall into an open sewer and die.”
-Mel Brooks
Filed under: Whatever , Block Party, Bowling, Comedy, Dave Chappelle, James Lipton, Love, Mel Brooks, Music, Patriotism, Quotes, Stephen Colbert
