So a friend of mine had written a short scene, and suggested that we use that as practice. It was written simply as a practice project, and came off that way. But we ended up pouring quite a bit of work into it, even going so far as to use a sound studio (Lake Sound studios in Lake Elsinore) to do some ADR. After cutting the initial cut of the video together, I felt like I wanted to do something more with it, and later decided to film a mock interview where I played film-maker Bodi, partly intended as a spoof on the real-life "film-maker" Tommy Wiseau. Here is how it turned out:
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013
How to shine a turd
Sometimes you get involved with things that just suck, you know. As I've been looking for inspiration for a new weekly (or, if I'm being realistic, maybe bi-weekly) video project, I've been going over some of my older efforts. Up to this point, I think everything I've done has been for practice -- learning a bit about lighting, editing and the work that can go into even the simplest of projects. Up to the point that I made the video that I'm presenting you, dear internet, with below, I had mostly worked on "vlog" type projects, and I wanted to do something a bit more complex. Now, I had started shooting a full-length feature about a werewolf, but I think I'll save that story for another day.
So a friend of mine had written a short scene, and suggested that we use that as practice. It was written simply as a practice project, and came off that way. But we ended up pouring quite a bit of work into it, even going so far as to use a sound studio (Lake Sound studios in Lake Elsinore) to do some ADR. After cutting the initial cut of the video together, I felt like I wanted to do something more with it, and later decided to film a mock interview where I played film-maker Bodi, partly intended as a spoof on the real-life "film-maker" Tommy Wiseau. Here is how it turned out:
So a friend of mine had written a short scene, and suggested that we use that as practice. It was written simply as a practice project, and came off that way. But we ended up pouring quite a bit of work into it, even going so far as to use a sound studio (Lake Sound studios in Lake Elsinore) to do some ADR. After cutting the initial cut of the video together, I felt like I wanted to do something more with it, and later decided to film a mock interview where I played film-maker Bodi, partly intended as a spoof on the real-life "film-maker" Tommy Wiseau. Here is how it turned out:
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Man time
After being in a house full of women for the past month, I think I had started to forget how much I've missed having some "man" time.
For a while now, my van has been running sluggish, and for those of you who live on a tight budget, you know how gut-wrenching car problems can be. As long as it starts, and generally moves in a forward direction, it can be easy to keep playing "kick-the-can-down-the-road", afraid that whoever looks at your car is going to run away screaming, then pull up a contract promising them your first borne just to get your vehicle right again.
Thanks to a referral from my girlfriends aunt to her ex, I was able to get my van looked at on the cheap. After a quick test drive, he was able to locate the problem -- a clogged fuel filter -- and got it taken care of the same day. And let me tell you, it's nice to have that elephant off my back. But I digress.
Prior to doing what I do now, I worked as a service adviser for a Honda dealership. I'm sure I'll have more tales to tell about that later, but for now I'll just say that it was like working inside of a giant set of air-conditioned testicles. The guys that worked there were men's men, and as much as I hated working there, I think I've missed, more than I realized, having the opportunity roll my sleeves up, get dirty, and cuss like a sailor. Perhaps it's a primal urge that all of us men folk have, but whatever the case, having a small taste of that environment again felt good.
As I write this, my hands still smell of oil and gasoline, a little reminder that sometimes it's good to follow the call of the wild and have a little man time.
Cody Hobbs
For a while now, my van has been running sluggish, and for those of you who live on a tight budget, you know how gut-wrenching car problems can be. As long as it starts, and generally moves in a forward direction, it can be easy to keep playing "kick-the-can-down-the-road", afraid that whoever looks at your car is going to run away screaming, then pull up a contract promising them your first borne just to get your vehicle right again.
Thanks to a referral from my girlfriends aunt to her ex, I was able to get my van looked at on the cheap. After a quick test drive, he was able to locate the problem -- a clogged fuel filter -- and got it taken care of the same day. And let me tell you, it's nice to have that elephant off my back. But I digress.
Prior to doing what I do now, I worked as a service adviser for a Honda dealership. I'm sure I'll have more tales to tell about that later, but for now I'll just say that it was like working inside of a giant set of air-conditioned testicles. The guys that worked there were men's men, and as much as I hated working there, I think I've missed, more than I realized, having the opportunity roll my sleeves up, get dirty, and cuss like a sailor. Perhaps it's a primal urge that all of us men folk have, but whatever the case, having a small taste of that environment again felt good.
As I write this, my hands still smell of oil and gasoline, a little reminder that sometimes it's good to follow the call of the wild and have a little man time.
Cody Hobbs
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