Saturday, November 15, 2008
The fruits of my summer
Ever since my mom and dad bought my brother and I a cheap camera when we were kids we have been almost addicted to making movies. High school presentations, promotions for youth group events, nothing to do on a Sunday aftenoon? Our solution was always to make a movie. It was during the long months of summer vacation that we truly put forth our efforts into video production, however. We would go over to our friends Adam and Bobb’s house (who also happened to be siblings) and eat their snacks while we brainstormed crazy ideas for films. The goofier, the better. Each summer we would create long and epic tales of dysfunctional friends on quests and documentaries of absurd and hilarious events.
This summer we decided to take a different route. Bobb is currently a senior in high school and he is strongly considering attending a film school in none other but the “Big Apple.” Part of his entrance requires that he make a film to showcase his talents. So we banded together the old crew and set about developing a action flick. My brother and I worked together to write the script. I was chosen to play the villian (which is always more fun) and Adam the hero. We filmed for about two hectic weeks before turning the footage over to Adam who is a wizard in the editing room!
And now, without further ado, I present to you, the just recently released hopeful blockbuster hit, “Handguns”
Saturday, November 01, 2008
This Thursday night downtown Grand Rapids was overrun with the undead. A 20 year-old community college student named Rob Bliss organized the largest zombie walk the world has ever known! The turnout of well over two thousand people mutilated the previous record held by Portland. I am very proud to say that I was amoung the hoard shuffling our way around the city. Check it out.
I heard about this event on Facebook. At first it seemed impractical. I didn’t expect many people to show up and I thought that it would just be a small group of goofy ghouls walking around downtown. But my friend Joel told me that he was going and so I eagerly decided to tag along. Playing dead seemed like a great way to spend my Thursday night. We busted out the make-up and went about making ourselves look grotesque. We bloodied and ripped old clothes and painted our faces white and our eyes dark.
“You look horrible!” Joel said sweetly.
“Thanks. You too.”