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If my stomach was a stock market, then Jimmy John’s would be UP, UP, UP

Posted in film school, florida state, State of Affairs, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 8, 2008 by thenexman

I love Jimmy Jonn’s, I’ve said it before.  Wagy came down this weekend and had never experienced the magic for himself.  He ended up eating there 3 times in 36 hours.  I full-fledged Tim Wagy endorsement.  I love it.

This weekend was fun.  There wasn’t much in the way of HW so I was able to hang out with Tim the majority of the time he was here.  Friday night, he showed up a little after 11pm (I was falling asleep watching Speed on Blu-Ray).  We headed out to meet up with Matt, Dade, Dave, and some others out at the local hole in the wall, Leon’s.  They have a quite an

Ye Old Thumper

Ye Old Thumper

 assortment of beer.  It looks a little sketch at first glance, but then it kinda reminded me of good ole Johnny McCracken’s back in Marietta.  A good many Track 1 kids were out too.  Jacob, Corey (naturally), Zoila, Allison and Praheme.  Lots of fun had by all.  Tim got a chance to meet everyone and mingle.  He was REALLY excited that this bar had Old Thumper, a beer not seen by many.  Something Wagy found in his journeys in the misty mountains of Tennessee.  You can read more about the beer here:

Turns outs, they only had that one bottle of Thumper in stock and it wasn’t even cold.  Tim pretty much demanded that they give him the bottle and a glass of ice, but the bartender wasn’t having it.  Such a shame, Dave was excited about the Old Thumper.  So, instead, he ordered a Doggystyle.  My knowledge of beer officially ends…. here.

After that, Tim decided he wanted to try Jimmy John’s at 1:30 in the morning, so away we went.  Tim ordered the #9, The Italian, and I was able to make out muffled syllables of “delishthus” and “phenomimull” between bites.  Subsequently, after reading my blog, Jamie texted me from Marietta asking which sandwich I prefer at JJ’s.  Jamie had driven to downtown ATL to find the nearest JJ’s and was standing in line about to order.  I believe his follow up text said: “#9 DELICIOUS.”  

The following morning, Tim and I went out and about to find a place to go eat and hang out.  We were concerned with getting too close to campus due to the FSU/Western Carolina game happening later on that day.  That shouldn’t have been a concern.  No offense, FSU, but you’ve got NOTHING on Athens when it comes to game day.  We literally drove right next to campus, no traffic, and sat down at the Buffalo Wild Wings without a problem.  If that was Athens, it would have been Thursday.  People were tailgating, but I guess I’m used to North Campus in Athens looking like a refugee camp… with TV’s.

We watched Ohio State barely fight off Ohio, which was a little ridiculous.  Buffalo Wild Wings was good.  I always thought their name took about zero thought.  You can’t just combine two restaurants that already exist.  Regardless, their “Asian Zing” flavored wings are delicious.  Our waitress was really good too.  Attentive, but not overbearing.  She did her job well.  You could tell she was a pro… she was pretty good-looking too.  

Tim went to meet his friends for the game and tailgating.  Matt, Cindy, and I got together to rehearse our little acting assignment from two weeks ago.  We haven’t had that class since the first day.  Classes were cancelled last week, so it feels like this class was a year ago.  We have to assign different action verbs to each line of this scene our teacher printed out for us.  I want to say it’s a scene from Sex and the City with some of the names and places changed.  It’s a pretty fun exercise.  I’ve become really interested in performance lately and what all it entails. 

We didn’t work too hard and I ended dozing off on Matt’s couch while he watched the special features on the 1985 Ridley Scott film Legend.  Incredibly dorky, I know.  At least I was asleep.

Later on, we met up with Dade, Dan, Dave, and anyone else’s name who starts with a D at Chili’s.  I know I know, it’s a like a suburban eating tour.  It’s the weekend, we have to de-stress somehow.  From there, we were headed to Dan’s house to watch Bladerunner: The Final Cut on Blu-Ray, one of the five versions I own on blu-ray (Props to Randall).  Tim calls, says his friends ditched him, the storm had postponed the game, and so I went to pick him up.  He was like a prodigal son.  He told Matt and I about how how awesome the Seminole was with a flaming spear on horseback.  Apparently this starts every FSU game.  Then he left the game and went to the local KA house and met some of the brothers.  All he had to do was walk in and say, “Yo, I’m a brother from Western Carolina.”  THREE separate guys had the exact same response.  “Oh shit, man, yeah yeah yeah, come on in, Bud. Let me grab you beer.”  There was no beer to be found and each of them ended their search with an apology to Tim.  This made me laugh a lot.  I sort of understand fraternity culture, but it just amazes me that everyone sticks to the code that strictly.

We went to Dan’s and popped in Bladerunner, but not before a rousing game of HALO and then a viewing of the now-defunked Halo Movie project.  The movie was commissioned to be made and they built all these

Los Angeles, 2019

Los Angeles, 2019

props, such as a working Warthog, machine gun, pistol, etc.  It was awesome!  After the project got canned, they put together a little mini 10 minute movie showing some Spartan soldiers in a battle against the Brutes.  Dude, I’m serious, if they ever made that movie right, it would be awesome.  People who don’t give two craps about Halo would totally’ dig that movie.  The universe is so well thought out and the game is so thoroughly made, all it would take is a director with some vision to make it work.  I volunteered Dan to be that very guy.  Dan, MAKE IT. and I want to be “Guy eaten by the Flood #12.”


Let’s take a minute to talk about Bladerunner on Blu-ray (Whitney, stop reading here).  The scan on this movie is GORGEOUS. You really couldn’t tell what year it was made, aside from a few special effects scenes.  The movie depended on miniatures and sets, NOT CGI.


Tyrell Corporation

Tyrell Corporation

 Gosh, if a movie ever proves that we shouldn’t depend on everything to be done in post, this IS IT.  The landscapes in this movie are simply stunning.  The score by Vangelis made the movie seem classic, but held that depiction of the future from the 80’s that I love so much.  I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely sure I understand the whole plot, even now, but it serves as a film that belongs whole heartedly to the director and the crew he hired.  The vision of the film is massive.  Ridley Scott proves that he is as much a visionary as any director has ever been.  I would like to see more movies made from the Bladerunner universe, to be honest.  The relationship human have with machines, particularly the human replicants in the movie, is a theme that few do well.  The implications of creating technology that surpasses our capabilities is a daunting thing to consider.  The story is rife with questions about humanity and what a checklist of humanity would entail.  Something like Battlestar Galactica does a wonderful job exploring these issues as well.  So if it’s a rainy night and you don’t have anything to do. Popl in Bladerunner and try and digest it all.  It’s confusing but it’s something you and your friends could have a thoughtful conversation about.   

It’s late, and I still have to talk about the open auditions we held today at the film school, so I’ll save that for tomorrow.  Hope everyone has a nice week.  

Y’all behave.


I was a Highwayman — August 13th, T-Minus 2 Days

Posted in film school, florida state on August 13, 2008 by thenexman

I had written a rather insightful blog about two weeks ago and I accidentally deleted it…without it being saved anywhere. Pain. In. The. Arss.

Suddenly, I find myself on deck. I’m two days away from the biggest move I’ve ever made in my life. Sure, I moved away to App State my freshman year of college, but this move means so much more. Not only am I leaving for another state, but I am attending a program that will undoubtedly offer me marginal free time. My visits home will not be like those leisure ones taken in undergrad, but rather ones out of shear necessity. Holidays will suddenly hold new meaning. I’m pretty sure my first visit home will be over Christmas. I heard Thanksgiving is just too rushed to try and make it a visit. It isn’t nearly as daunting as I thought, but I do think it’s dawning on my friends, the people that genuinely enjoy seeing me. They’re starting to realize more and more that I will not be there to watch all the primetime shows on DVR, or any number of movies, or even make my infamous late night runs to Quicktrip. This is all ending. On top of that, unlike undergrad, school is no longer a waiting game to move back home. This decision embodies so much more. My completion of this program will most likely usher me into another move, probably out West. As cheesy as it sounds, starting Friday, everything is uncharted.

About 3 weeks ago, I celebrated my 25th birthday. My friends threw me the party I had been wanting to have since I was 14: Non-stop dancing and jubilation deep into the night. Everyone dressed up, most everyone showed up, and it dawned on me as the night went on just how fortunate I am to have such a supportive number of people in my orbit. Unexpectedly, people signed a giant poster board with well-wishes and aphorisms. This poster will travel with me to every room I inhabit. This poster board represents my life’s work, my return on an investment. I was so humbled by the enthusiasm to attend “Mike’s Party.” Maybe it was my bodacious bod, maybe it was something to do on a Saturday night, maybe it was the excessive amount of free alcohol. Regardless, this event showed me that people cared enough to simply show up and give me a hug. For that, I can never be too grateful.

I had a brief conversation at the party with people who said their 25th birthdays had scared them, that they cried when they realized just how old they had become. I’ll admit, 25 holds a weight that no other age has for me before. The feeling I gather from it, though, is not one of anxiety or hopelessness, but actually a feeling of the complete opposite. With my teens well in the rearview and 30 climbing the horizon, it seemed that life, my life, was now beginning. Everything up to this point was foundation, infrastructure, drills. Up to now, I was instructed to carry a shield to protect me from pitfalls and thorns along the path. To me, the path has ended.

I stand at the tree line where there is no path. It’s time to put down the shield. It has served its purpose. Forgive my nerdy adolescent metaphor here, but my weapon is now a sword. It’s time to clear my own path. This path isn’t laid out before me. There aren’t guides or road signs. That phase of my life is over. This is where everyone hears a specific call, one meant only for them. You can’t see it, but you step off the road and into the woods to cut the most direct course you can toward that sound. No more crowded childhood highways. This road is your own.

What I look forward to is what the mysteries of the woods will reveal. Whose path will cross mine? Whose life will suddenly coincide with mine? Who will orbit in and who will orbit out? I’ll take comfort in being able to look through the brush and see others clearing away their own decisions, moving toward their own goals. For the first time, I feel as though acting my age isn’t really acting at all. I won’t be “acting mature” or “acting like and adult,” I’ll be 25, and that’s how a 25 year old should be.

So, here it is- my last few hours on autopilot. No more working a job because I’m waiting to find something. No more idle talk with friends about how awesome an idea “could” be. No more excuses. From here on out, I will be graded based on my results. At this age, there is no one to blame but yourself. If you think you hear a call, I suggest you follow it. Think of it this way: You’re always going to hear it. There is no going backwards. You might try and drown it out with distractions, but deep down, you know what direction you should be going. If you’re standing on the edge of the woods, tie your shoes, pop your neck, and grab that sword. The hardest step to take it always the first one. If you start now, we can meet up a little ways into the woods for smores.