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Mis-Inception

Michael — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 19:46:52 +0000

I laughed hysterically when I saw this video on YouTube today:

Then I kinda got sad. I realized my mother must be cooler than me, she already saw Inception. Hell, she even has a facebook account and chronically gets messages and tags. Tags! I don’t even get tagged anymore. I have no friends that tag me in things. How is it that my mother watched Inception and The Dark Night in theaters? I never even saw The Dark Knight (I’m waiting for the Blu-Ray to go on sale…any day now).

Well I guess I’ll make myself feel better by watching this video of a hedgehog.

The Ugly Truth Part 2

Michael — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 16:05:38 +0000

Recently, I’ve seen several friends on Facebook announce messages like “Going to get a headshot,” “Does anyone know any good photographers?,” or “Pick my headshot.” I look at photos and think: Jeez, these people are ugly.

Now I know that there is a stereotype to writers. I’ve addressed that before. But shouldn’t there be a stereotype to actors? Like maybe….they are good looking? Yes I know that talent does come first and play a big part, but when you’re ugly, you’re only going to get typecast roles for “Ugly Best Friend” or “Generic Mall Cop.” You’re not going to be a leading lady. (Click Continue Reading to Continue Reading!)

I always wonder whatever happened to friends who finished in Theater. There’s a part of me that clearly commends them for doing something that they loved to do, but what happened in the real world when they found out that they were a big fish in New Paltz, but now they are a little fish who is a little too short or a little too fat for roles? Do they try to lose the weight? Do they cave under the pressure and get a masters in Liberal Arts to get a decent job? Do they resort to becoming prostitutes? Actually, they wouldn’t make good prostitutes because they are short and fat.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty sure that several theater kids are making more money than this humble (hah!) blogger. But what happened to the ugly ones or the ones with delusion thinking that they are *gasp* good looking? To make it worse, I know a few theater kids who are decent looking and can’t take a good picture for shit. Photoshop can only do so much, honey.

I firmly believe that if one keeps dreaming, things will happen. I guess the ugly ones will just have to dream harder.

A Facebook Goodbye

Michael — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 19:38:06 +0000

I recently received my last e-mail from my New Paltz email address. After I received it, my account ended; probably because I’ve graduated a year ago. Anywho, the email was a sad message that one student died recently. He was supposed to graduate in 2009. I think I vaguely knew the guy, since he majored in Radio & Television.

I decided to look at Facebook. I instantly found his page. And I slowly read some info. Then I switched over to his wall. Apparently people who were his friends sent messages to him post mortem. Even one Communications teacher sent a message.

I was a little lost. Why would you send a Facebook message to someone who is deceased? Do loved ones get the ability to access the page? Can they send thank yous? What if family/friends don’t know the password? Wouldn’t it be weird if the person accessed his page beyond the grave?

A lot of questions filled my head. I realized that Facebook is the only form of communication that some people have. It’s a shame that the guy died, but it’s a great tribute that friends leave messages. That’s some great friends.

And you never know. Maybe when you die and (possibly) go to heaven, you can Facebook all your dead friends, and possibly God.