Portfolio School

First, I just want to wish everyone a happy and safe 4th of July (and if you plan on drinking, please, do us all a favor and lose your keys, or.....just hurt yourself --either way is fine with me). 

Alright, onto what I wanted to say. I went to visit the Seattle School of Visual Concepts yesterday with my friend Cortny, who's interested in also being a creative in advertising. 

As someone who's an alum of the Miami Ad School, I must say that I was HIGHLY impressed with the school. 

In short, I will just say....THIS SCHOOL ROCKS!!!

Why does it rock? Too many reasons to list. But in short, they actually TEACH you how to make your ideas look AMAZING and artistic --unlike the Miami Ad School. And the people are so damn welcoming (not to mention, they have the coolest cat manning the front door). 

Am I jaded by MAS? No. I enjoyed my time there. 

Do I wish it was more like the school of SVC? Without a doubt. 

"Real"

Since, I've talked about the people and things that DEspire me (yeah, I just checked America's #1 information site, and uhh....Wikipedia says it's not a real word. Damn), I want to talk about the people who DO inspire me (now THAT is a real word....I hope).

People who are just....real. You know what I mean? (not to take away from anyone who gets inspired by Disney Characters or anything --actually, I'm not even talking about that kind of real. I'm talking about the kind of real that is......BAH, just keep reading).

People of this type are hard to come by, and I can only name a few who are. 

Actually, I can only name TWO people in my life that are genuinely "real."

My friend Casey, and Kate (pictured above....well, that's not her picture, it's just a drawing I did....but back in the day before cameras were invented that WAS considered a picture.....and now I've officially lost my mind).

Two people whom, if  you asked any of my other friends, would say they could never imagine me being their friends. And it's a shame they would think that. 

Why? Because they're not "perfect."

But to me that's what makes them perfect. Because they're not perfect. Like me (like everyone else actually. No one is perfect, and I hate people who try to be. Correction. I LOVE people who try to better themselves. I HATE people who believe they are perfect or try to be all things to everyone).

It's great to have someone in your life whom you don't have to pretend to be someone else in front of or have to watch what you say when you're around them (I know a lot of people SAY that, but who REALLY has people in their lives that allows them to do that?)

So heres to AMAZING people, who knows what it's like to be human.

Casey. Kate. I love you guys. 

You're the only two people in this world who truly knows how I really am. And I thank God...Allah....the 8 armed elephant thingy...fat bald headed dude child guy man sir thing every day that I have you guys. 

Feel sorry for me, I'm sad :(

A lot of things and people inspire me. Yet, at the same time, a lot of people and things also....DEspire me (is that even a world?....probably not, huh?). 

For example, I'm not a fan of people who will tell you depressing stories JUST so you can feel sorry for them. 

On that note, I despise people who will try their hardest to MAKE you feel sorry for them. Or do things in a way that will make you beg them to feel better, or put them in front of everyone else (when you KNOW they don't deserve to be put in front of anyone else). 

They want you to feel sorry for them. And you know what, I'm done with it.

I don't feel sorry for them. I want them to shut up (pardon my language --I used to work at a Children's Center, and "shut up" was considered a bad word....it stuck).

I don't know why they do it. I actually don't care why. I just care for them to stop.

I'm back (and now I'm gone again)

Well, I did it. After a 6 year hiatus, I finally went back. I went back and performed in front of a live audience (sure, it was a live audience full of friends and colleges who wanted to see me succeed and was never going to boo, even if I was atrociously horrible, but I performed nonetheless). 

It was great. Doing improv and standup comedy and sketches in an actual theatre felt GREAT!!! I hadn't felt that alive since I found out I WASN'T the daddy (true story...or not...CRAP! What if it IS true!?). 

Hopefully I can get some videos of it up pretty soon for you guys to see (if....you know....you're interested. I mean, it would be nice if you were....but.....you know, you don't have to........but, you know, it would be nice if you were......).

We Did It

It's been a long time coming, but we FINALLY got confirmation. We got into Fallon. Yet, it seems as if my partner is never satisfied. She is STILL unhappy! NOW she's pissed that she doesn't have a place to live and wishing we DIDN'T get the position. Women...

Waiting

My copywriter (who's officially not a copywriter, but a failed Art Director wishing to be a copywriter) and I have been waiting to hear back from Fallon to see if we've been blessed enough by them to let us enter into their graces -or something like that- and it's getting pretty frustrating.

It's been well over two months and we've heard nothing back from them, and my partner is getting quite antsy and psychotic -so much so that she's been making blank threats to random people by sending out e-mails to cyber folk whom she knows nothing about by randomly typing out generic e-mail addresses and venting to whomever happens to be lucky enough to have the e-mail address IhateYOU@aol.com and SnowMonkey@Gamil.com....it's actually pretty creative, I'm not gunna lie. And I wish I would have thought of it).  

Wheel Chair

Is it wrong to stumble upon a wheel chair during a jog at 1 in the morning, then using it to pretend to be handicapped and purposefully run into people waiting in line at the clubs, knowing that they can't do anything about it because you're "handicapped?"