SDSU Student Film Festival

Twas last night in the Don Powell theater on campus. The pre-fest barbeque: lackluster as usual but the company was great, as usual. The attendance at the start: very large. Attendance at the end: about 10, plus Greg. Which leads to my rant: Why have a film festival if you're not gonna stick around to watch the films?! Isn't this why we got into this field? Didn't our obsession with films start by, I don't know, watching films. Instead, for many, it becomes, "Ooh, let's watch my film and walk out afterwards totally disrespecting all others that follow." Such team players, such community. You know what, when I go to the festival, I do wanna see how people react to my (by that I mean my group's) work. That's natural. But you know what, I can watch my movie any damned time I want. I may never get to see the other films ever again. And who knows, maybe somebody other than me is producing quality work. Maybe somebody I thought couldn't do anything made a film that kicks ass. Maybe somebody I've never heard of made a movie that's right up my alley. Or better yet, maybe somebody had to sit through my movie about a guy in a brown coat, whose wife is a zombie, who let a girl get anally raped by a dying cowboy who secretly wants to be a cheerleader. Maybe those are some good reasons to stick around. Don't get me started about what got cut and what got into the festival cause that shit can't change. But the attitude of some of these so-called film buffs sure needs to, otherwise I'm just gonna stop showing up all together. It makes me sick, the indecency. I understand that your actor and his family want to go home, they've got different priorities. But you, sir, Mr. Filmmaker, you've got to see what else is going on right outside your door in the film department. I'm amazed by the stuff I see at the festival. I get to see what's possible and where our ideas can go. But that all goes away the minute the applause for the good film starts and the filmmaker gets up and heads for the door. All the while somebody else's film, which was just as hard to make and just as deserving of recognition, is starting to roll. Absolutely pathetic. You've got to sit through everyone else's homeruns before you can grandstand about your own. Oh yeah.

Concerto: Jimmy Eat World

This past Sunday I went to see Jimmy Eat World (J.E.W.) at Cox Arena. They totally kicked ass. This is true, I wouldn't lie. I'm like George Washington in that way. Except I have all my teeth and I don't plan on dying of syphilis.

Having said that, J.E.W. opened the show with a song off of their album Clarity, which I thought was classy. They could've have opened with a more current radio hit but no. Respek! On stage they had a shitload of TVs that would play pretty random images, which was cool. Every now and then there would be a girlie on the screen, which is always good-times. They played a pretty rockin' set with songs from all 4 of their albums. They played all of my favorite songs (track 2 on each album). Thanks guys!

I'd have to say that I probably felt more comfortable rockin' out at this show then I ever have. Not sure why that was. Maybe just my love for the band, man (tear).

About the opening acts:

Mates of State: They're a husband and wife duo, where the husband plays the drums and the wife plays the keyboards. They sing these falsetto harmonies that at first sounded good (first song, I mean) and then just sounded like two cats fighting. As Jen so aptly put it, "At least when two cats are fighting, one of them eventually dies!" She had to scream, it was loud in there, people. The wife sure was rockin' out though. I had fun impersonating it but I fear I can't do it again without watching her do it simultaneously. Come back Mates of State! If only for my ridicule!

Taking Back Sunday: This band fucking sucks. How in the hell these guys ended up with A. a record deal and B. shared top billing for this concert is beyond me. All they did was scream the choruses. It was like Linkin Park except taller. But still shitty. The lead singer kept taking the microphone and twirling it around like a lasso and then letting it wrap around his neck. I kept hoping for it to put an eye out. It was one of those groups that you feel is artificially posing on stage. The lead singer was always bending at the waist like he was giving everything he had to what can't be described as high notes, as that would mean it was music he was singing. They should change their name to Making Bad Music and do us all a favor. They suck and if you're a fan of them, Go Fuck Yourself!

Luckily, as I semi-stated earlier, J.E.W. made it all better when they played, otherwise, I may have shot myself. With what gun you ask? Wouldn't you like to know? Seriously, then tell me cause I have no idea. Oh, yeah?

The ultimate in phonecall fun...

It's 11:29 pm on a Friday night. I'm at home saving my energy for the next 2 days (party then Jimmy Eat World). I get a phonecall. I look at the caller id and it says, "Private Call". I'm expecting phonecalls from at least a 1/2 dozen people so I answer. 


Female Voice (in a noisy room): Hey are you gonna come and fuck me right now? 


Aaron: What?? Who is this?? 


Female: I'm naked and ready for you to come over and fuck me. 


Aaron: Who is this?? 


Female: I want you to fuck me. 


Aaron: I want the people around you to quiet down. 


Female: Oh sorry, I'll tell them. So are you gonna come over? 


Aaron: I don't know where there is. 


Female: It's near campus. On Hardy Avenue. Piedra del Sol, Apartment 201. 


Aaron: And who is this?? 


Female: You don't remember me? 


Aaron: How could I? Female: You fucked me last weekend. 


Aaron: That's kinda impossible. 


Female: You did. You laid me flat. 


Aaron: I'm sure I would have but it wasn't me. 


Female: Yeah you did. This is Aaron, right? 


Aaron: Yeah??? 


Female: Yeah, you hammered me. I couldn't walk the next day.


 Aaron: I'm sure I would have. But it couldn't have been me. 


Female: You're such a jerk! You fucked me hard and I want you to come over. 


Aaron: I don't even know who this is. 


Female: What?? Aaron: What's your name? 


Female: Tiffany. 


Aaron: Again, it's impossible cause I don't know anyone named Tiffany. 


Tiffany: What the fuck?? You've got a 9 inch cock, right? 


Aaron: No, sorry. 


Tiffany: This is the wrong Aaron! 


*CLICK*


I shit you not, this phone conversation literally took place (to the best of my recollection) between me and some girl named Tiffany. I know where she lives and I know how she likes it. But I'm not the right Aaron. But someone out there sure is representin'! Oh yeah (definitely dirty).

Blogging for the sake of blogging...

Ah, what the hell, here goes. So I've been busy the last few days (ahem months) and haven't blogged. It's lame and I appologize. Having said that, Fuck you! (pause) I'm sorry, baby. Anyhoo, the semester's coming to a close and that's okay by me. It's been fun and it's been hard (heh, dirty). I've been on more film sets than I can count. Seriously, anyone who knows me knows I don't count well. It makes paying for things with dollar bills an adventure (possibly dirty). I've made a lot of new friends and they're actually cool. Not that I'd make friends with people who weren't, I just thought there ought to be a distinction. I've gotten closer to friends I made last semester (want to be dirty and true, but unfortunately just true and not dirty). The sexual frustration has reached an all time high, which is not cool(the details of which you'd have to ask me in person; I'll see who actually reads this, haha). I need me a girlyfriend. Badly, I think. I know what you're thinking (if you're not, by all means, start now), that I'm just thinking with my genitals. I disagree. It's been way too long for this just to be a horny thing. It's been (mumbles off into silence) since I last had a girlfriend and it's getting fairly lonely at the end of the day when it would be perfect to have someone to go and see that makes everything better(call me a romantic; do it, I dare ya; damn, you're right). Even the boredom at work or in class would seem somehow better because I've got someone who's there for me, who has my back, whom I can be there for, and has a nice rack (I'm sorry, it rhymed so I went there). I know that blogging about it isn't exactly getting anything done but you're wrong (God, you're bad at this). It's venting and that usually helps. Maybe some advice'll come my way via my net friends or strangers. Best case scenario: an invitation'll come my way. Worst case scenario: I walk outside and get hit by a bus (Shit happens to good people more often than the bad ones). So how do I end this? I started off with talking about the semester and ended up talking about my dismal love-life(it always does). Do I just stop typing and disappoint the millions upon millions of my blogs fans. No. I guess, end with a joke. No, I know. This blog has all been the figment of an autistic child's imagination as he stares blankly into a snowglobe. Oh yeah.

You don't love me, you just love my Bloggie style.

Ladies, it has come to my attention that one of the qualities you regard highest in a man is sense of humor. Complete and utter Bullshit! I, if you haven't noticed, am single and more importantly, HIGH-larious. How can this be? Women want a funny guy. I'm a funny guy. Yet women don't seem to want me? Back to my original statement about what women regard highest: Complete and utter Bullshit! Ladies, please stop kidding yourselves and toying with us ugly funny guys. It's false and it's sad. And the next time I see a girl wearing a shirt that says "I (heart) nerds" as she walks with her cookie-cutter frat-house boyfriend, I'm liable to elbow the both of them in the face. I'll do it (see pictures). Oh yeah!

Just One Of Them Days...

(Singing) Everybody needs somebody, sometime... Today has not been one for the record books. First I go and do audio for my final project in basic film. We get to the scene that I knew would be the hardest to get sounds for; the makeout scene. This only reminds of how long it's been (too long, and that will not be expressed on the net for all to see). Really fucking depressing. Really really depressing. Fuck! So then I drive all the way home from PB and have a decent dinner (thanks mom!) and the phone rings twice. First my friend Omar invites me to play Texas Hold 'Em in San Ysidro. I say okay or maybe, I don't really remember. It was kind of show up if you want to. Second call is from my friend Bruce in Spring Valley. Texas Hold 'Em is his offer as well. Bruce's games are more my style and the crowd is goodtimes so I call my friend Butch and we go to Bruce's. I lost 30 bucks. Only made worse by the fact that I lost the same amount last weekend. Up to that point I'd only lost 4 dollars total, in say, 5 weeks. Terrible, horrific even. I guess you could say the first half of the day was worse than the second in the long run and I would agree. But put them together and you've got one shitty day. Tomorrow has got to be a better day. Has to. But I have work. Oh this will not be easy. Come summer, come faster! Heh, dirty.