Monday, January 23, 2012
The funniest video I ever made
I just went to upload the funniest video I ever made here, my sweet precious portrait of myself as a filmmaker, and as soon as a put the html code in on here they deleted it off facebook for copyright infringement. that was the only remaining copy. atleast i got to see it one last time. it was so funny. I am extremely disheartened.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Stills and Samples
So you're probably wondering how many tumblrs I have aren't you? I have 8. I know that's bad, but really I only use 6 of them. I have a regular tumblr for just tumbling stuff, I have a tumblr for my music, I have a tumblr for famous people I find attractive, and I have those 2 that I already posted, fennec fox and happy farmer. and finally, the one I am posting about now, my stills and samples tumblr. This is a tumblr which focuses on sick screencaps I get from sick movies and also digital uploads from my record collection (I used to work at a record store so you can count on it being weird shit). Here's some screen caps
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| Black Narcissus |
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| Jacques Cousteau
If you want to listen to any of the records I uploaded or look at more
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Summer job blog
In addition to my slightly freakish diary, I also write in a tumblr devoted to stories from my summer job. My summer job is located in my hometown which could be referred to as "bumblefuck" because that's how faw away from anything significant it is. My hometown is small, and relentlessy hick. I work at the only store that sells beer, lotto tickets and donuts. We also have a can return, so that's a major drawing point as well. My job forces me to be in direct contact with the seedy hick underbelly of my town, so therefore I thought it'd be a good idea to chronicle the hilarious stories from the store I refer to in the blog as "The Happy Farmer" (for security reasons I don't use the real store name). Here is an excerpt from the happy farmer tumblr, I thought it was a good example because it includes a hillbilly man and also an example of my mistaken gender (I have short hair and am also a girl, which throws a lot of the customers for a loop):
Raymond
This story starts with a phone call. I was working behind the counter and picked up the ringing phone. What sounded like a 60 something hillbilly woman’s voice came through the receiver, “Do ya sell booklets a’lottery tickets down there?”. On rare occasions specific idiots like to blow a load of their cash on an entire booklet of lottery tickets in hopes that they might win the grand prize. I was familiar with this type of request and knew the answer, “Yes we do.” The voice responded, “Oh alright, what kind’a 1 dollar lottery ticket booklets ya got?”. I swiftly checked in the lottery cupboard, “Take five, just a buck, awesome aces and lucky sevens.” The voice rested in contemplation….. “Ya I’ll have a booklet of uh, awesome aces… How much money is that gunna be?” I responded “250 dollars”. She said ” Oh alright, yeah 250 well I’m gunna send Raymond down to get ‘em.” Then I heard some other old people hillbilly voices in the background confirming that raymond would be the one to go. She said he’d be there in 5 minutes, although it was not necessary for me to know how long or the fact that his name was raymond in order to sell them this booklet of lottery tickets. I turned to my coworker and told her about raymond and how he was coming to buy a booklet of lottery tickets. She said “who the hell is raymond?” and as if on cue, an old hillbilly man with a snaggle tooth steps up to the counter and says “uhhh hi my name’s raymond, there was a phone call about uh booklet a lottery tickets.” Instantly my coworker started work on preparing the booklet. I resumed sweeping in the background in front of the donut case. Raymond called out to me ” Boy! Young boy! Are you working boy? I need a dozen donuts!.” I swiftly got out a donut box. He yelled “Just fill it up!”. So i set off to work filling up raymond’s donut box as a large line of customers started to form behind raymond and his elaborate requests. As I put in 2 boston creme donuts raymond yelled at me “I DON’T WANT THOSE. I DON’T WANT THOSE. NO PLAIN ONES.” I told him they were boston creme and then he settled back down. Finally after ringing out raymond’s 250 dollar lotto booklet, dozen donuts, and cashing in some of his own personal lottery tickets he left and the line of customers slowly shortened. I turned to my coworker when it was all over and said “That was Raymond.”
So If you found this interesting and want to read more stories from my summer job follow me on tumblr here:
The Happy Farmer Chronicles
Raymond
This story starts with a phone call. I was working behind the counter and picked up the ringing phone. What sounded like a 60 something hillbilly woman’s voice came through the receiver, “Do ya sell booklets a’lottery tickets down there?”. On rare occasions specific idiots like to blow a load of their cash on an entire booklet of lottery tickets in hopes that they might win the grand prize. I was familiar with this type of request and knew the answer, “Yes we do.” The voice responded, “Oh alright, what kind’a 1 dollar lottery ticket booklets ya got?”. I swiftly checked in the lottery cupboard, “Take five, just a buck, awesome aces and lucky sevens.” The voice rested in contemplation….. “Ya I’ll have a booklet of uh, awesome aces… How much money is that gunna be?” I responded “250 dollars”. She said ” Oh alright, yeah 250 well I’m gunna send Raymond down to get ‘em.” Then I heard some other old people hillbilly voices in the background confirming that raymond would be the one to go. She said he’d be there in 5 minutes, although it was not necessary for me to know how long or the fact that his name was raymond in order to sell them this booklet of lottery tickets. I turned to my coworker and told her about raymond and how he was coming to buy a booklet of lottery tickets. She said “who the hell is raymond?” and as if on cue, an old hillbilly man with a snaggle tooth steps up to the counter and says “uhhh hi my name’s raymond, there was a phone call about uh booklet a lottery tickets.” Instantly my coworker started work on preparing the booklet. I resumed sweeping in the background in front of the donut case. Raymond called out to me ” Boy! Young boy! Are you working boy? I need a dozen donuts!.” I swiftly got out a donut box. He yelled “Just fill it up!”. So i set off to work filling up raymond’s donut box as a large line of customers started to form behind raymond and his elaborate requests. As I put in 2 boston creme donuts raymond yelled at me “I DON’T WANT THOSE. I DON’T WANT THOSE. NO PLAIN ONES.” I told him they were boston creme and then he settled back down. Finally after ringing out raymond’s 250 dollar lotto booklet, dozen donuts, and cashing in some of his own personal lottery tickets he left and the line of customers slowly shortened. I turned to my coworker when it was all over and said “That was Raymond.”
So If you found this interesting and want to read more stories from my summer job follow me on tumblr here:
The Happy Farmer Chronicles
Diaries
I have been keeping a diary for 11 years now. Most of it is pretty casual, not until recently did I start taking it more seriously. The diary is probably the first creative outlet I had and I'm glad I've kept it going for so long. I don't exactly know what compelled me to first start the diary, but I think I found it reassuring to write down my life so that there's some kind of record. It can be really odd reading over the older volumes, remembering obsessions that have been lost or clues to things that came to be later on. Also, just watching your personality develop is really kewl.
Here is a picture of the diary in it's current 12 volumes.
And for your entertainment here is an old entry. It's from when I was in 6th grade. I find it oddly stereotypical, in the way that it seemed like I was aware of the topics which should be used in a 6th grader's diary and also the particular type of annoying terminology used to describe it. (Original spelling errors included)
Here is a picture of the diary in it's current 12 volumes.
And for your entertainment here is an old entry. It's from when I was in 6th grade. I find it oddly stereotypical, in the way that it seemed like I was aware of the topics which should be used in a 6th grader's diary and also the particular type of annoying terminology used to describe it. (Original spelling errors included)
December 21, 2001
A kid in my class jesse was crying all morning because his hamster died so lucas was making him feel better. Today was the extremely idiodical roller skating party at the roller rink. There was thousands of kids, there were elm's st. school's three 5th grades, three 6th grades, chemung's 5th grade, and lincoln's three 6th grades and two 5th grades! It was impossible to skate! Cat said there was ladys choice but I think she made that up I think. There is actually supposed 2 be snow and snowing on christmas!! That would be the first time I can remember.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Memes
One of the things I like to do in my free time is vent about my frustrations with film school. One manifestation of this is the creation of the fennec fox film student meme. I sustain a tumblr full of these memes, often I will come home from class with a new frustration to make into a hilariously poignant meme (probably only in my eyes). Making these memes is actually more useful than therapy. Here's some examples:
If you find these strike a nerve somewhere deep in the cockles of your struggling artist heart or if you find them funny you can follow me here:Fennec Fox Film Student
If you find these strike a nerve somewhere deep in the cockles of your struggling artist heart or if you find them funny you can follow me here:Fennec Fox Film Student
Non-academic video
This is my usual, non-academic video style. Absurd. Most of the time I try to combine "so boring" with "why is this being filmed?" and "I am having a mental break down this is too illogical" to make something entertaining.
My brother and I star in this. It's pretty self explanatory, we eat bananas with face masks on while stars and stripes forever plays.
Video humor
This is a video I made a few days ago. The tagline is as follows: Watch me star in this horrific docu-drama as I attempt to kill a bug hiding in my bedroom curtain. This would fall under the category of humorous videos that I only occasionally make. I have only ever made 2 other strictly humorous videos, one has been completely lost except for a small version of it on facebook, and the other I made when I was 16. One is about my aspirations to be an art house film director by working my way through the coporate chain of fancy feast commercials and the other was my life described in one minute where I walk around and get poked by sticks. Maybe I can find those and post them somehow.
Welcome
Welcome to my new blog, Catalogue No. 2. I used to have a Catalogue No. 1, but it got lost in the in the space-time of the internet. The reason I am making this blog is because all of my creative endeavors have previously been spewed all over the internet. If someone wanted to see all the stuff I make they would have to visit atleast 20 different websites. Time to post everything on one blog. The motherblog. Welcome.