Originally published September 12, 2008
For the next two week I will be in New York taking an improv course at UCB. I left Friday night around 9:30pm and made the 7 hour trip. 7 hours alone in a car gave me some time to think and reflect...
Lessons Learned: Road Trip Edition.
*WaWa does not sell porn.
*Drinking two 5 Hour Energy Shots will not give you 10 hours of energy.
*It will make you feel like your heart is about to explode.
*Valero does sell porn.
*There is a lot of music on my Ipod (I mean hundreds of songs) that I have absolutely no idea how got there. Which leads me to believe that my Ipod is a whore... or that I should start drinking less.
*The Canton Inn just may be my Shangri-La.
*I want to know who Johnny Janosik is? Okay, so that's not really a lesson... but for the love of god, his name is all over buildings between Maryland and Deleware. Who the hell is this guy?
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Lessons Learned: September 6-12, 2008
Originally published September 14, 2008
This is what I learned this week.
Lessons Learned: September 6th through 12th.
*If you have naked our comprimising photos on your cell phone... there's a good chance they will one day be sent to most of the people in your address book.
*Despite having a pretty good draft, my fanatsy football team is in serious trouble.
*My conscious/morales tend to surface at the most inopportune times.
*Now that I have started to put my idea for a short film onto paper I realize it's not as short as I first thought.
*Drinking beer on a fire escape is not a bad way to spend an evening.
*After 10years, my job and I may be headed for a nasty break-up.
This is what I learned this week.
Lessons Learned: September 6th through 12th.
*If you have naked our comprimising photos on your cell phone... there's a good chance they will one day be sent to most of the people in your address book.
*Despite having a pretty good draft, my fanatsy football team is in serious trouble.
*My conscious/morales tend to surface at the most inopportune times.
*Now that I have started to put my idea for a short film onto paper I realize it's not as short as I first thought.
*Drinking beer on a fire escape is not a bad way to spend an evening.
*After 10years, my job and I may be headed for a nasty break-up.
Lessons Learned: August 28-September 5, 2008
Originally published September 6, 2008
This is what I've learned over the past two weeks.
Lessons Learned: August 23nd through September 5th.
*I've always been very good at controlling my anger. I'm the king of letting things just roll off my back. Until lately. Lately I've had a very short fuse. I don't why... but I'm starting to really like it. Now it takes nothing for me to go from 0 to 60 and completely loose my shit. Which leads me to...
*When I get really angry, I can say very mean and hurtful things with little to no effort. I am a very observant person, so I've gotten very good at zoning in on the one thing that will crush a person's spirit.
*I don't always regret saying these things.
*Getting bitten hurts.
*I have a crush on someone I've never met.
*I am not a violent person. At all. But I've learned there are certain people I'm not above hitting. Even if I consider them my friend... or if they're a girl.
*I have a hard time being creative if I don't have a deadline or some sort of pressure hanging over my head.
*There are some big decisions concerning by future looming on the horizon... and an inordinate amount of people who seem to be hanging their futures on what I decide.
*This is very stressful to me.
*I've learned that there are people in this world who really hate me. Not hate enough to wish me dead... but hate enough that when I say hi to them in the grocery store they take a second to stop and look at me then continue on as if I was never there.
*There are two people in my life upon whom I base nearly every major decision I make.
This is what I've learned over the past two weeks.
Lessons Learned: August 23nd through September 5th.
*I've always been very good at controlling my anger. I'm the king of letting things just roll off my back. Until lately. Lately I've had a very short fuse. I don't why... but I'm starting to really like it. Now it takes nothing for me to go from 0 to 60 and completely loose my shit. Which leads me to...
*When I get really angry, I can say very mean and hurtful things with little to no effort. I am a very observant person, so I've gotten very good at zoning in on the one thing that will crush a person's spirit.
*I don't always regret saying these things.
*Getting bitten hurts.
*I have a crush on someone I've never met.
*I am not a violent person. At all. But I've learned there are certain people I'm not above hitting. Even if I consider them my friend... or if they're a girl.
*I have a hard time being creative if I don't have a deadline or some sort of pressure hanging over my head.
*There are some big decisions concerning by future looming on the horizon... and an inordinate amount of people who seem to be hanging their futures on what I decide.
*This is very stressful to me.
*I've learned that there are people in this world who really hate me. Not hate enough to wish me dead... but hate enough that when I say hi to them in the grocery store they take a second to stop and look at me then continue on as if I was never there.
*There are two people in my life upon whom I base nearly every major decision I make.
Lessons Learned: August 16-22, 2008
Originally published August 23, 2008
Okay... so here's what I learned this week.
Lessons Learned: August 16th through 22nd.
* I have the beginnings of a pretty good short film rattling around inside my head.
* I'm not sure how to get it out.
* Rarely does anything good come from drinking till 730 in the morning... even when nakedness is involved.
* I've lost 24 pounds since April.
* I enjoy and excel at being a dipshit, but for some reason people keep pushing me into positions of responsibility. I can understand that from strangers... but my friends should know better.
* Sleeping in till noon is habit forming.
* I've become very fond of gin.
Okay... so here's what I learned this week.
Lessons Learned: August 16th through 22nd.
* I have the beginnings of a pretty good short film rattling around inside my head.
* I'm not sure how to get it out.
* Rarely does anything good come from drinking till 730 in the morning... even when nakedness is involved.
* I've lost 24 pounds since April.
* I enjoy and excel at being a dipshit, but for some reason people keep pushing me into positions of responsibility. I can understand that from strangers... but my friends should know better.
* Sleeping in till noon is habit forming.
* I've become very fond of gin.
Lessons Learned: August 8-15, 2008
Originally published August 15, 2008
Now that The Pushers are on a extended hiatus, I've found myself with an abundance of free time. Past experience has shown that me and free time usually leads to trouble... so after much deliberation I decided to use the time to better myself as a person. Then I realized that even with this new plan, I would still have a lot free time left over.
To eat up that time, I've decided to chronicle my journey of enlightenment. But instead of doing the whole journal thing... which I really don't have the desire or patience to follow through with... I'm going to just give the bullet points of what I've learned each week.
If for some bizarre reason you have an aching desire to know more about one of my lessons, just ask.
Lessons Learned: August 8th through 15th, 2008
* I miss the process of making a film. I don't miss the process of making a film in 48hours.
* My hair color is not Real Black.
* I've been labeled a SLB (Sly Boob Looker). Which is refreshing, because I always though I was pretty obvious in my boob looking.
* I don't like feeling like I'm being taken for granted by people I care about.
* Some people find me arrogant. I always thought of myself as confident. I'm fine with either one.
* I'm slightly envious of Neil Marshall.
* I'm ready for August to be over.
Now that The Pushers are on a extended hiatus, I've found myself with an abundance of free time. Past experience has shown that me and free time usually leads to trouble... so after much deliberation I decided to use the time to better myself as a person. Then I realized that even with this new plan, I would still have a lot free time left over.
To eat up that time, I've decided to chronicle my journey of enlightenment. But instead of doing the whole journal thing... which I really don't have the desire or patience to follow through with... I'm going to just give the bullet points of what I've learned each week.
If for some bizarre reason you have an aching desire to know more about one of my lessons, just ask.
Lessons Learned: August 8th through 15th, 2008
* I miss the process of making a film. I don't miss the process of making a film in 48hours.
* My hair color is not Real Black.
* I've been labeled a SLB (Sly Boob Looker). Which is refreshing, because I always though I was pretty obvious in my boob looking.
* I don't like feeling like I'm being taken for granted by people I care about.
* Some people find me arrogant. I always thought of myself as confident. I'm fine with either one.
* I'm slightly envious of Neil Marshall.
* I'm ready for August to be over.
Lessons Learned
Over the past couple of weeks, I've been getting a lot of shit for abandoning my lessons learned. So after much soul searching, I've decided that it maybe time to bring them back. Be on the look out for new lessons learned... coming soon.
In the meantime I'll be reposting the originals from the myspace blog. Enjoy.
In the meantime I'll be reposting the originals from the myspace blog. Enjoy.
Monday, May 18, 2009
I was at Cogans the other night, when the guy at the next table leaned over and said "Are you one of The Pushers?" Now this actually happens quite a bit. One of us will be at a bar or at the mall and we'll be recognized from one of our sketches.
Brad is usually greeted with "Hey Hump!" Tiffany will get "You're the Orbitz girl." or "I love your Smurfette." Even Ed will occasionally get "It's the Lowell the Hammer Stanley Dude." I don't get any of that.
Before we go any further, let me just say... I'm not the best actor in The Pushers. In fact there are some who say I might be the worst (but that's a topic for another time). However, despite my acting limitations, I have been able to come up with a few memorable characters in my 4 year history with The Pushers. There's my dim-witted and self absorbed Superman. There's my put-upon, grade school, spelling bee host. I even have Hoshua, the highly emotional, very stereotypical, gay, Hispanic waiter.
I'm not recognized for any of those characters. For me, "Are you one of The Pushers?" is always followed with "You're the guy who kicks girls in the crotch." and occasionally "You're the one who does that bit about how easy it is to nail Hampton Roads' chicks." I should also mention that for some reason I always get noticed when I'm on a date... or with my mom.
Anyway... for some reason when the guy at Cogans asked if I was a Pusher, it started me thinking about my legacy. What are people going to remember about when I die? Does anyone else think about that? I've received some fairly decent accolades in my day job, but honestly only the people at work and my mom really care about that. I don't have any kids (that I know of) yet, so I can't live on through them.
It's a weird feeling knowing that if I was to suddenly die tomorrow, my obituary would read "He liked to kick girls in the crotch and supposedly knew the secret to getting Hampton Roads' women into bed." I guess there are worse things to be remembered for.
What about you? What will you be remembered for? ...or better yet, what do you want to be remembered for? Leave a comment and let me know. I already said what I will be remembered for... but I wouldn't mind when I'm gone if someone would say "You know his Superman was pretty good... I mean he was no Christopher Reeve or even Dean Cain... but he wasn't bad."
Oh yeah... the guy at Cogans... his follow up to "Are you a Pusher" was "Cool. Are you using that ashtray?"
Brad is usually greeted with "Hey Hump!" Tiffany will get "You're the Orbitz girl." or "I love your Smurfette." Even Ed will occasionally get "It's the Lowell the Hammer Stanley Dude." I don't get any of that.
Before we go any further, let me just say... I'm not the best actor in The Pushers. In fact there are some who say I might be the worst (but that's a topic for another time). However, despite my acting limitations, I have been able to come up with a few memorable characters in my 4 year history with The Pushers. There's my dim-witted and self absorbed Superman. There's my put-upon, grade school, spelling bee host. I even have Hoshua, the highly emotional, very stereotypical, gay, Hispanic waiter.
I'm not recognized for any of those characters. For me, "Are you one of The Pushers?" is always followed with "You're the guy who kicks girls in the crotch." and occasionally "You're the one who does that bit about how easy it is to nail Hampton Roads' chicks." I should also mention that for some reason I always get noticed when I'm on a date... or with my mom.
Anyway... for some reason when the guy at Cogans asked if I was a Pusher, it started me thinking about my legacy. What are people going to remember about when I die? Does anyone else think about that? I've received some fairly decent accolades in my day job, but honestly only the people at work and my mom really care about that. I don't have any kids (that I know of) yet, so I can't live on through them.
It's a weird feeling knowing that if I was to suddenly die tomorrow, my obituary would read "He liked to kick girls in the crotch and supposedly knew the secret to getting Hampton Roads' women into bed." I guess there are worse things to be remembered for.
What about you? What will you be remembered for? ...or better yet, what do you want to be remembered for? Leave a comment and let me know. I already said what I will be remembered for... but I wouldn't mind when I'm gone if someone would say "You know his Superman was pretty good... I mean he was no Christopher Reeve or even Dean Cain... but he wasn't bad."
Oh yeah... the guy at Cogans... his follow up to "Are you a Pusher" was "Cool. Are you using that ashtray?"
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