Who you know

Who You Know by Theresa Alan was the book I just finished reading. This one didn't spark any talks with my circle but I did like it more then the last book we read. It's about 2 sisters and 1best friend. One is just getting married, one is just divorced, and one is still looking.
I think I liked this because I was able to see alot of my circle in it, and it had a very familiar tone to it.

Scrapbooking

For those who have not been to the original Andrew and the Aluminumsidings on MSN, or to any of my other websites/blogs, I guess a few photos are in order. Most of my photos live at the old AandtheA
This one with my arms out is me. It was taken last summer when I started working with a new photographer RJ.

The next is VLHE. One of my best friends. And one of the main people over here at hardcore Vamps Prods.,

I don't know if I can take this anymore

Yeah. I am serious.
If you have been reading anything on my company blog, company website, or anything else I have going on at hardcore Vamps Prods., then you will know what I mean.
I wrote a script few years back for a short black and white silent film. Something that was only suppose to be 10 minutes long. A vampire film, (there's a shocker for ya) starring myself and my best friend Viva-Loco Homegirl Esq. We tried to get it on tape but it came out like crap.
Just over a year ago, I met this guy (there is a long "twiztid" story I don't have time for) who helped me get the guts to re-work the script into a full length film. Okay, great. We started then to do promotion for it BEFORE we actually shot any of the film (stop laughing it worked for Evil Dead) Here we are now, over a year later, with a completed script, and half the film shot. Yes, half the film shot. And here are some reasons why it's not finished...

1. I ran out of money. (this was a no-budget thing we were doing with hand held digital cameras)
2. I had only half a cast/crew
3. The cast/crew all had day jobs, school, and other lives
4. My lead male disappeared
   
5. My main actress is pregnant.
   

Even though, I had the lead female role, I didn't have the biggest female role. Confused. Well, my story is about a group of actors, so Viva-Loco Homegirl Esq. who's character is an actor is playing more then one role in the film.
I am not even sure how this came to be the mess it is? Acting was never my love, it sort of became an odd side-effect to the characters I created. Not having to be under the grooling schedule is fine but not having a final film is killing me. I don't know if I can take this disappointment anymore. I have already drained all my money for this project, which is what my company was hinged on, lost a few friends over it, and gotten my heart totally crushed (in more ways then one) With nothing to show for it but a few videos that were for the soundtrack and 45minutes of half edited footage. (it is ment to be a 90minute film)
We had one week were it was fun. It would be nice to find a way to complete this film, and get the fun back into things.

What I learned from Sex and the City Part 2

Once upon a time (2001) in a crappy little place on the edge of Lake Superior lived a girl. This girl made the mistake of falling for a boy she met in a bar. They had fun, they laughed, they sang badly, they drank, they played pool. Then one night the boy cheated on the girl. And worst of all he lied about it. The boy had the affair with the girl's cousin/best friend. The girl cut them both out of her life and moved on.
A few years later (2004) after many cocktails, some dental work, a new hairdo and going from a size 40w down to a size 12 (!) the girl spotted the evil boy on the bus. The boy flirted (with bad jokes) with the girl, not even recognizing her. The girl just shook her head and walked off the bus.
Another few years later (2007) after a late lunch and a martini, the girl was standing around the city with her mom, when the boy wandered back into her life. The boy spotting her mom, started to become odd. He recognized her mother, but not her. He did stare a whole in the girl as he stood around smoking and beating up a poor helpless pop-machine that ate his change. The boy looked the very same he had 6 years before, even wore the same dirty old t-shirt. The girl said nothing just smiled brightly to herself, knowing she was better off without this one "ex".
As our girl went home to blog about the whole thing, she wondered to herself, 'how many of our exes really exit our lives?' We change as time passes, which is seen in our clothes, our speech, our actions which proves our growth But for those who don't change, do they grow?
And how much of us is really 'us' ? Do we retain any of who we were before the 'ex' entered our lives, and if so do we really truely change? Or do we become less of who we were and more of who they think we are? Do we really evolve; Or is the change forced on us because of fear and hurt; and at what point does it become baggage to be tossed out ?

Spiffy, very spiffy.

I got this from More Cowbell

Another Loss

Wrestler Chris Benoit was found dead today along with his wife and son in their home. No further details have been given according to wwe.com. The Canadian wrestler was 40.

7 Things you Never knew you wanted to know about me

I was floating around through some of the links on BloggerChicks, and on my visit to Slacker-Moms-R-Us
I came across this meme. So here we go, and it's my first time so.....

1. I don't drive. I went for my beginners when I was 16 and failed ...twice. I then got my best friend Erin to try teaching me, but I almost drove us off a cliff. I have never tried since (and I am 33 now)
2. I love being Canadian. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I am just glad that we get American Fashion magazines. That is one thing about our media that could use some improvement.
   
3. I spend my days when I am home alone in my favourite black slip. Nothing else.
   
4. My Sears card is maxed. I use it for everything I can find there.
   
5. I have a drawer full of bad romance novels that I have on my "must read" list.
6. I am the only Newfie who hates fish. Won't even be in the room when someone is cooking it, and I well hold my nose when I am at the grocery if I have to walk past the seafood counter.
   
7. I hate shortbread.
   

I am boring aren't I ?
Well, my sister is the wild and crazy one in the family, I am just the writer. Okay, that was more painful then I thought it would be.