Friday Night #3: It's no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy

So last week I was unfortunately unable to reach a computer (maybe that was a good thing).  So this week, I'm posting two videos to make up for it.

As promised, my weekly Friday segment of epic music from back in the day when teen angst was all the rage: 

Years before Christian Slater was his own worst enemy on a cancelled Fox series, Lit was doing that shit like it was nothing: 

And, to make up for last week's failure of a post, here's something extra special:

New Section!

Seeing as how usually have a few beers on my Friday nights, and seeing as how I usually end up spending my come down dabbling in Emo nonsense and posting angsty lyrics on my facebook, I figured I'd expand on the trend and dedicate a section every Friday night to one wet-teen-dream twi-hard reminds-me of-lonely high-school-nights video for the rest of you to drown in.
ENJOY!

This week's, and the section's, virgin debut, is none other than:

Never have I ever

Never have I ever experienced such a shockingly fast transition from absolute ecstasy to complete and utter despair.

Writing theory always talks about, in the realm of romantic comedy, making sure the protagonist has some outer desire that goes along with his inner desires, that both become simultaneously conflicted, in order to create the maximum amount of drama. 

Wow. 

If my night has told me anything, it's that this is completely and utterly true. And it feels a lot worse when the "dramatic conflict" is you, not some fictional character. 

Awesome. 

Living out my character's worst nightmares. Let's just say my exterior goal didn't go as planned.
So here's some emo shit from the greatest show of all time. Escapism is great. 

The way I see it, there's only two choices. You're either a hero, or you wanna die. 

Why Hello There

There are good ideas and then there are bad ideas.

There are the bad ideas that go well, such as a computer nerd's shallow shot at social relevance turning into a multi-billion dollar company:  

And then there are the bad ideas that go bad. Definitely the more entertaining of the two: 

Giving in to this narcissistic, self-gratifying phenomenon known as Blogging, where every fucking person and their dog thinks they have something worthwhile to say, and better yet, diving in with no underlying theme or tone or focus, can only lead to the latter of bad ideas. So feel free to join me in this downward spiral of random publication. I just hope you aren't easily offended.

What can you expect?

Probably a lot of interesting talk/links on the Industry (of film), Screenwriting, surfing, and life in general as I leave the surreal fantasy experience only known as College and cast myself into the real world. That is if you consider a life that centers on the creation and display of fictional stories and characters "real".

Certainly some cynical examination of this "connectivity" that has come to rule the world.

Plus, a lot of stupid shit:

What would a blog of mine be without a special section for my inebriated thoughts. Thus, you will find these future posts in "The Drunk Tank".

AND LASTLY,

The Vents.
You know, those conveniently placed metal passageways that just so happen to be big enough and strong enough to support our heroes in their most dire moments. The ventilation shaft has become the Deus Ex Machina of the modern film or television show. As I speak, that crazy bitch with orange hair in The Fifth Element is crawling through a vent escaping the gunfire of aliens.  But how does this have to do with blogging? Metaphorically speaking, this is where to go when Hans Gruber has the laser sight of his big-ass SR22 rifle right between your eyes, or when an entire force of fucking ninja-trained zombies is closing in on your trapped location and SUDDENLY you look up to see those magical grates of steel just begging you sanctum. The vents are my escape from life’s shit. This is where I ramble and “vent” (haha get it) about any stupid crap that "grinds my gears". And when you need your magical intervention from the gods in times of trouble, come to the Vents and enjoy the refuge that is my random thoughts. 

So Welcome, to when bad ideas go bad.