So a film I worked on last year is almost complete and soon to be screened. I can't tell you how much fun it was to be on set again after some time away. Not to mention my approach to acting has improved dramatically.
When I first started out in 2003 I had this young boy hoping to be a leading man thing going on. But over the years I have realized my niche in this business- raw intensity. My idols have changed from Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp to Marlon Brando, Robert DeNiro, Jack Nicholson and Dustin Hoffman. Although I am not a complete fan of method acting I have found a great way to coexist method with Meiner in a very effective way.
I am going to make my way back into this business one way or another. Not because of money or recognition but because I just love it so much. I enjoy bringing my intensity out in a role and I know there are many meaty roles out there that I can tackle. It's just a matter of time.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Night Owl
It's a wonder why my mind excels at night yet fizzels during the day.
For as long as I can remember I have always been a night person. This is where I am Mozart, Einstein and Sokrates all roled into one. My best ideas are thrown together like a stew and boiled to taste. But as soon as I wake up the feelings gone.
Something happens between the 8 or so hours of sleep each night that turns my motivation switch in my head off. There are even nights when I feel I could stay up forever just to keep the thoughts in my head together long enough to do something about it. Unfortunately the rest of the world is long asleep at that time.
I guess it's rightfully so... if my motivational sensors worked as well in the day time then I would be running 100 miles an hour nonstop.
For as long as I can remember I have always been a night person. This is where I am Mozart, Einstein and Sokrates all roled into one. My best ideas are thrown together like a stew and boiled to taste. But as soon as I wake up the feelings gone.
Something happens between the 8 or so hours of sleep each night that turns my motivation switch in my head off. There are even nights when I feel I could stay up forever just to keep the thoughts in my head together long enough to do something about it. Unfortunately the rest of the world is long asleep at that time.
I guess it's rightfully so... if my motivational sensors worked as well in the day time then I would be running 100 miles an hour nonstop.
Friday, April 8, 2011
A Mom Pushed and Cussed Out My Daughter Today
My daughter was petting a cat outside when an 8 year old boy pushed my daughter and told her to stop. She continued and he pushed her some more. So she got up and pushed him back (not even hard enough to knock him off balance mind you).
Suddenly the boys mom comes out of the house, pushes my 12 year old daughter and tells her "Never fucking touch my son again or fucking else"
Once I heard this (from several sources by the way- not just my daughter) I went straight to their house to confront her but nobody was home. I went there several times until after 9pm and still didn't see anyone there.
Tomorrow I plan to go over there and when that lady sees me (with my daughter behind me so she knows what this is about) I will tell her this...
"Before I contact the police I wanted to give you 1 minutes to explain. Did you touch and cuss at my daughter?" I will of course expect a sincere apology to my daughters face. If she gives me any kind of negative or defensive response I will simply say, "Thanks, that is all I needed to hear from you- you can tell the rest to the cop who files the report"
Of course I want to go into thug mode on this bitch so bad. I would love nothing more but to have my wife go over there and spank her in front of her own 8 year old son until she cries out herself. But being the methodical person I am I'd rather settle this in a way that will make sure she is sorry for what she did.
Telling my daughter to not push her child is understandable.... coming to me is preferable.... but to be physical with my daughter (even if it was not a serious push) and then to combat it with definite F-bombs to her face is inexcusable. I always told my daughter that if she is in trouble or wronged in a way that she can not handle I will be there to fight her battle for her. I can't wait to see the smile on my daughter's face tomorrow when that lady apologies to her straight up. And if she doesn't--- well she is one stupid bitch!
Suddenly the boys mom comes out of the house, pushes my 12 year old daughter and tells her "Never fucking touch my son again or fucking else"
Once I heard this (from several sources by the way- not just my daughter) I went straight to their house to confront her but nobody was home. I went there several times until after 9pm and still didn't see anyone there.
Tomorrow I plan to go over there and when that lady sees me (with my daughter behind me so she knows what this is about) I will tell her this...
"Before I contact the police I wanted to give you 1 minutes to explain. Did you touch and cuss at my daughter?" I will of course expect a sincere apology to my daughters face. If she gives me any kind of negative or defensive response I will simply say, "Thanks, that is all I needed to hear from you- you can tell the rest to the cop who files the report"
Of course I want to go into thug mode on this bitch so bad. I would love nothing more but to have my wife go over there and spank her in front of her own 8 year old son until she cries out herself. But being the methodical person I am I'd rather settle this in a way that will make sure she is sorry for what she did.
Telling my daughter to not push her child is understandable.... coming to me is preferable.... but to be physical with my daughter (even if it was not a serious push) and then to combat it with definite F-bombs to her face is inexcusable. I always told my daughter that if she is in trouble or wronged in a way that she can not handle I will be there to fight her battle for her. I can't wait to see the smile on my daughter's face tomorrow when that lady apologies to her straight up. And if she doesn't--- well she is one stupid bitch!
Friday, April 1, 2011
Basketball Is Back
Three weeks ago I started playing basketball again. My mind was there as well as my dribbling skills but my legs and stamina were not. I found myself knowing what I wanted to do but I got tired fast.
So I made an effort to get back on the court more often and have played almost every day since then. After a few days I found my shot again and soon the teenagers at the court were calling me Steve Nash (Phoenix Suns player). My game was coming back and I was feeling good about myself. I mean it's cool to play with young people but it wasn't much of a challenge. I ended up taking it slow a lot and turning it on in spurts.
Today, however, was the test I've been looking for. Finally I played a 5 on 5 full court game with actual league players. Of course nobody had a clue who I was or what I could do. So I take it slow at first passing around and taking open jumpers when I can when suddenly on defense I knock the ball away and get a steal. I go full court at full speed blowing by everyone to lay the ball up. The next play I did the same and suddenly I felt like I was fully back. We ended up winning the game as I scored or assisted on half of the points.
I mean I was dribbling between my legs, taking my defender off the dribble, hitting turnaround shots and passing to open teammates all game long. The guys on the other team were scrambling to find someone that could actually guard me. Once I was walking up the court with the ball and dribbling between my legs. My defender (who was looking another way at first) turned and saw me walking the ball up towards him and he said "Oh shit here he comes".
Now I know many of you would read this and think so what, but to me basketball was everything growing up. I played hard every day to be the best I could and when I had my knee injury in high school that ended any hope of playing in college. And of course when I got married I lost my edge for it. But now I am back. Taking 20 something year old ball players off the dribble today and hearing the ohhs and ahhs from them as I made turnaround jumpers with a hand in my face, or passed the ball off the dribble to teammates cutting to the basket just made me feel alive.
So I made an effort to get back on the court more often and have played almost every day since then. After a few days I found my shot again and soon the teenagers at the court were calling me Steve Nash (Phoenix Suns player). My game was coming back and I was feeling good about myself. I mean it's cool to play with young people but it wasn't much of a challenge. I ended up taking it slow a lot and turning it on in spurts.
Today, however, was the test I've been looking for. Finally I played a 5 on 5 full court game with actual league players. Of course nobody had a clue who I was or what I could do. So I take it slow at first passing around and taking open jumpers when I can when suddenly on defense I knock the ball away and get a steal. I go full court at full speed blowing by everyone to lay the ball up. The next play I did the same and suddenly I felt like I was fully back. We ended up winning the game as I scored or assisted on half of the points.
I mean I was dribbling between my legs, taking my defender off the dribble, hitting turnaround shots and passing to open teammates all game long. The guys on the other team were scrambling to find someone that could actually guard me. Once I was walking up the court with the ball and dribbling between my legs. My defender (who was looking another way at first) turned and saw me walking the ball up towards him and he said "Oh shit here he comes".
Now I know many of you would read this and think so what, but to me basketball was everything growing up. I played hard every day to be the best I could and when I had my knee injury in high school that ended any hope of playing in college. And of course when I got married I lost my edge for it. But now I am back. Taking 20 something year old ball players off the dribble today and hearing the ohhs and ahhs from them as I made turnaround jumpers with a hand in my face, or passed the ball off the dribble to teammates cutting to the basket just made me feel alive.
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