Today I picked up Film Scheduling by Ralph S. Singleton.
The first chapter starts with the Six Stages of Production:
1. Wild Enthusiasm
2. Total Confusion
3. Utter Despair
4. Search for the Guilty
5. Persecution of the Innocent
6. Promotion of the Incompetent
Anon
Made me laugh.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Friday, August 08, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Choosing with Confidence
Wowzas! This could not have been said at a more important time in my life.
Paulo Coelho
The warrior of the light always manages to balance Rigor and Mercy. To attain his dream he needs to have a strong will - as well as an immense capacity of self-surrender.
Although he has an objective, the road to reach it is not always the one he imagines, so he has to use discipline and compassion. God never abandons his children - but the designs of Providence are unfathomable.
So, for the warrior of the light nothing is abstract. Everything is concrete and everything concerns him.
He does not sit in the comfort of his tent observing what is going on in the world, but accepts each challenge as an opportunity to transform himself.
Some of his companions spend their lives criticizing the lack of options or commenting on the decisions of others. The warrior, however, turns his thought into action.
Sometimes he makes mistakes, and pays the price of his error. Other times he strays from the path and wastes a lot of time getting back to the original destination.
But a warrior does not become distracted, because he knows what he is looking for.
Paulo Coelho
The warrior of the light always manages to balance Rigor and Mercy. To attain his dream he needs to have a strong will - as well as an immense capacity of self-surrender.
Although he has an objective, the road to reach it is not always the one he imagines, so he has to use discipline and compassion. God never abandons his children - but the designs of Providence are unfathomable.
So, for the warrior of the light nothing is abstract. Everything is concrete and everything concerns him.
He does not sit in the comfort of his tent observing what is going on in the world, but accepts each challenge as an opportunity to transform himself.
Some of his companions spend their lives criticizing the lack of options or commenting on the decisions of others. The warrior, however, turns his thought into action.
Sometimes he makes mistakes, and pays the price of his error. Other times he strays from the path and wastes a lot of time getting back to the original destination.
But a warrior does not become distracted, because he knows what he is looking for.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Artzi Nazi
We're starting pre-production on a web series entitled 'Artzi Nazi'.
It is going to star Ben Holden. Heinrich Heimann, the Artzi Nazi, is trying to bring the peace and order back to the Nazi Party. Working as an accountant to an aspiring Jewish Artist, Heinrich doesn't understand what happened to make the world so 'cluttered'.
Ben's willing to shave his head, and we're thinking that he might need a tattoo resembling a swastika crying.
Possibilities.
It is going to star Ben Holden. Heinrich Heimann, the Artzi Nazi, is trying to bring the peace and order back to the Nazi Party. Working as an accountant to an aspiring Jewish Artist, Heinrich doesn't understand what happened to make the world so 'cluttered'.
Ben's willing to shave his head, and we're thinking that he might need a tattoo resembling a swastika crying.
Possibilities.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Hundred or Bust
I'm starting a new workout today.
I've been lacking in my push up ability, and so I've decided to fix that. The Push up is apparently a really good measure of strength and general fitness, so I figured if my goal was to eventually do an unassisted pull up, why not push first?
I took the initial test yesterday and ranked in the 3rd class. I kinda surprised myself with that anyway. Push ups used to be the bane of my lackadaisical existence, and now I can do more than ten without really thinking about it. Guess all that gym money is going to good work.
Locked and loaded, I was ready to skip the first day today and start tomorrow. I was standing in my bathroom, ready to jump in the shower, when I realized, Fuck that!
There have been a lot of things that have changed for me in the last year, even the last few weeks. I am still Joe, but at the same time, I'm a completely different person. It's liberating, and feels pretty fuckin' awesome. I decided to continue the trend.
I threw on some shorts (naked push ups didn't seem appropriate) and threw down. I completed the set, 41 push ups. I'm pretty sure that I've never done that many push ups in one setting before. I feel great.
I'm so excited about what's to come and for the first time in a long time, I'm not thinking about every little thing. I'm just gonna do my thing and let the rest roll.
Bring it! 100 or Bust.
I've been lacking in my push up ability, and so I've decided to fix that. The Push up is apparently a really good measure of strength and general fitness, so I figured if my goal was to eventually do an unassisted pull up, why not push first?

Locked and loaded, I was ready to skip the first day today and start tomorrow. I was standing in my bathroom, ready to jump in the shower, when I realized, Fuck that!
There have been a lot of things that have changed for me in the last year, even the last few weeks. I am still Joe, but at the same time, I'm a completely different person. It's liberating, and feels pretty fuckin' awesome. I decided to continue the trend.
I threw on some shorts (naked push ups didn't seem appropriate) and threw down. I completed the set, 41 push ups. I'm pretty sure that I've never done that many push ups in one setting before. I feel great.
I'm so excited about what's to come and for the first time in a long time, I'm not thinking about every little thing. I'm just gonna do my thing and let the rest roll.
Bring it! 100 or Bust.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
A Horribly Serious Week
This week has been pretty awesome. The launch and success of "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog", coupled with the imminent release of "The Dark Knight" has made my week a week of super-villain bliss.

Acts I and II of Dr. Horrible are online and amazing. NPH is great, although I have some difficulty with seeing Nathan Fillion as an ass, but let's just say that Act II sealed his doom. Felicia Day is awesome. I don't recall ever having seen her before, but her voice is stunning. And while we're on the topic, NPH can sing! He's been a great surprise. He stands and delivers in a way I never imagined. It's been a pleasant surprise. All these factor together to make one of the most successful internet ventures in a long time. Check it out either at their website, or iTunes.
On another note, The Dark Knight starts tonight at midnight.
Am I excited? Maybe. What do you think?
Anyway, this week has been pretty awesome. The anticipation combined with the satisfaction of a well presented production have made it amazing.
L8r g8rs

Acts I and II of Dr. Horrible are online and amazing. NPH is great, although I have some difficulty with seeing Nathan Fillion as an ass, but let's just say that Act II sealed his doom. Felicia Day is awesome. I don't recall ever having seen her before, but her voice is stunning. And while we're on the topic, NPH can sing! He's been a great surprise. He stands and delivers in a way I never imagined. It's been a pleasant surprise. All these factor together to make one of the most successful internet ventures in a long time. Check it out either at their website, or iTunes.
On another note, The Dark Knight starts tonight at midnight.
Am I excited? Maybe. What do you think?
Anyway, this week has been pretty awesome. The anticipation combined with the satisfaction of a well presented production have made it amazing.
L8r g8rs
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Where the Hell is Matt?
Awesome project that a friend stumbedupon. Check it out for a good time!
Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.
Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Great Music helps a good work out
I've been working out a lot lately. More often, and now, longer. What gets me through my 30 minutes of cardio? This week it's been Coldplay's latest album, 'Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends'. More specifically, Viva la Vida, to name the track. I love this album and can't seem to get enough of it. I highly recommend you all give it a listen. It's pretty awesome. Oh. By the by, check out my latest traineo reports. Awesome!
P.S.
Here's a little picture from our last project: Iron and Chalk
P.S.
Here's a little picture from our last project: Iron and Chalk
From Chalk and Iron |
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Better Days
I hadn't been to the gym in five days.
Bad Joe. I know. I know. I made a commitment to myself; if I miss one day, I have to go the next. This weekend was just crazy and I never got the chance to go.
I was on a shoot, networked and worked my ass off over the four days, and never had the energy or time to go into the gym. All in all, it was an excellent weekend.
Excellence has been slim and hard to find since moving to The Great FL. Work, meeting new people, and being disappointed by some friendships have all played a huge part of my pressure and anger for the last few months.
Last night I finally got back into the gym. It was amazing and I felt great. My squat's up to 120, nearly double where I started. ...:::Grabs junk and adjusts:::... That's a great feeling...seeing shit happening.
I was working hard and when I was done I threw on some jeans. It was a chilly 55 degrees. I'd left my headphones on and as soon as I hit the cold, Goo Goo Dolls "Better Days" started playing.
In that moment, time stopped. The cold, dark, and my exhaustion all coalesced into a crystallizing moment of exuberance. It was one of those truly spiritual moments. Nirvana, Holy Spirit, whatever you want to call it, I was everything now and everything to be was me. It was a moment of peace that completely revitalized me and the sort of high that nearly never happens. I stopped right in the parking lot and just stood with my eyes closed for a few minutes.
Simple things are the best.
Bad Joe. I know. I know. I made a commitment to myself; if I miss one day, I have to go the next. This weekend was just crazy and I never got the chance to go.
I was on a shoot, networked and worked my ass off over the four days, and never had the energy or time to go into the gym. All in all, it was an excellent weekend.
Excellence has been slim and hard to find since moving to The Great FL. Work, meeting new people, and being disappointed by some friendships have all played a huge part of my pressure and anger for the last few months.
Last night I finally got back into the gym. It was amazing and I felt great. My squat's up to 120, nearly double where I started. ...:::Grabs junk and adjusts:::... That's a great feeling...seeing shit happening.
I was working hard and when I was done I threw on some jeans. It was a chilly 55 degrees. I'd left my headphones on and as soon as I hit the cold, Goo Goo Dolls "Better Days" started playing.
In that moment, time stopped. The cold, dark, and my exhaustion all coalesced into a crystallizing moment of exuberance. It was one of those truly spiritual moments. Nirvana, Holy Spirit, whatever you want to call it, I was everything now and everything to be was me. It was a moment of peace that completely revitalized me and the sort of high that nearly never happens. I stopped right in the parking lot and just stood with my eyes closed for a few minutes.
Simple things are the best.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Spring Break
Spring break was pretty awesome this year.
Friday
I stayed in lab almost until the last minute, but Byron and Kevin both needed rides to the airport, so I wasn't going to stay all night.
The teacher, Micha, really liked them and asked me how I made them. He was really impressed.
I took Byron and Kevin both to the airport at 3 a.m.
Saturday
I went to the gym and watched a movie with Laura.
Sunday
Lazy again, but I was really excited, Mike and his family were coming into town on Monday.
Monday
I drove down to Palm Beach to meet up with the Schuckmans. I was late, but they were only at the mall and I was able to meet them for lunch. Chick Fil'A screwed up my order again. Instead of giving me a grilled chicken sandwich with nothing on it, they gave me a grilled chicken
breast w/o a bun. I ate it anyway, but it was a little weird.
We looked around the mall for a bit, and I actually got to set my hands on an Apple Time Capsule. That was awesome.
After the mall we went to the beach. It was cold and windy, but the water was warm and there were some pretty good swells. Mike and I had fun in the swells. Mike's dad was worried about the current, so we didn't go out too far, but just standing in the water, defying the power of the Atlantic as much as I could...felt damn good. We fought the waves for a bit before heading back to the hotel, cold and wet. We warmed up in the hot tub before heading out for dinner.
While in the room, Suzie and I pre-gamed a bit with her box of Sunset Blush. We were super classy.
We met up with the rest of the family for dinner at an awesome italian restaurant in midtown. Had some amazing, AMAZING wine.
After dinner we went to Uncle Dana's. Mike's uncle is a racing instructor. He was driving his 'vet at over twice the speed limit, with me in the passenger seat. It was pretty awesome. We had some more wine at his place (Mike's grandmother commented on my ability to “chug a lug”) and then Suzie, Mike and I went out for a night on the town.
That lead to the first Big Adventure of the trip, Deathcab, but I'll tell that story later.
We went to O'Shea's and there we stayed until 2:30, nearly four hours. We drank, we conquered.
Tuesday
Upon returning to the hotel, Suzie and I made a late night dash for the hot tub. Mike joined us and not too long after, we were unceremoniously asked to leave by the same woman who put us on The Deathcab.
At noon, Mr. and Mrs. Schuckman woke us up and took us to brunch at the loudest, brightest, busiest restaurant they could find; Johnny Rocket's. There were young mothers and very very young and noisy children everywhere, music blaring, and all sorts of smells assaulting
our senses. Suzie looked like she was going to die and Mike just sat back and laughed, having had the least alcohol out of the few of us. We went to Urban Outfitters and then Mike and I headed back to Orlando for the evening.
I got a hang over on the way home, around 6, and had to lay down for a few minutes when we arrived.
We attempted to go to the hot tub, but it was cold, so we went to Fiddler's Green for a single drink instead. We also went out to drive around and ordered from Broadway Pizzeria while watching Harvey Birdman.
Wednesday
We took Laura to the airport an hour after that.
Mike and I woke up three hours later and made our way back to Palm Beach after a quick trip to the bank. We had lunch and walked around for a bit before I had to drive back and hit the gym, back to the trenches.
All in all, a freakin' awesome spring break.
Friday
I stayed in lab almost until the last minute, but Byron and Kevin both needed rides to the airport, so I wasn't going to stay all night.
The teacher, Micha, really liked them and asked me how I made them. He was really impressed.
I took Byron and Kevin both to the airport at 3 a.m.
Saturday
I went to the gym and watched a movie with Laura.
Sunday
Lazy again, but I was really excited, Mike and his family were coming into town on Monday.
Monday
I drove down to Palm Beach to meet up with the Schuckmans. I was late, but they were only at the mall and I was able to meet them for lunch. Chick Fil'A screwed up my order again. Instead of giving me a grilled chicken sandwich with nothing on it, they gave me a grilled chicken
breast w/o a bun. I ate it anyway, but it was a little weird.
We looked around the mall for a bit, and I actually got to set my hands on an Apple Time Capsule. That was awesome.
After the mall we went to the beach. It was cold and windy, but the water was warm and there were some pretty good swells. Mike and I had fun in the swells. Mike's dad was worried about the current, so we didn't go out too far, but just standing in the water, defying the power of the Atlantic as much as I could...felt damn good. We fought the waves for a bit before heading back to the hotel, cold and wet. We warmed up in the hot tub before heading out for dinner.
While in the room, Suzie and I pre-gamed a bit with her box of Sunset Blush. We were super classy.
We met up with the rest of the family for dinner at an awesome italian restaurant in midtown. Had some amazing, AMAZING wine.
After dinner we went to Uncle Dana's. Mike's uncle is a racing instructor. He was driving his 'vet at over twice the speed limit, with me in the passenger seat. It was pretty awesome. We had some more wine at his place (Mike's grandmother commented on my ability to “chug a lug”) and then Suzie, Mike and I went out for a night on the town.
That lead to the first Big Adventure of the trip, Deathcab, but I'll tell that story later.
We went to O'Shea's and there we stayed until 2:30, nearly four hours. We drank, we conquered.
Tuesday
Upon returning to the hotel, Suzie and I made a late night dash for the hot tub. Mike joined us and not too long after, we were unceremoniously asked to leave by the same woman who put us on The Deathcab.
At noon, Mr. and Mrs. Schuckman woke us up and took us to brunch at the loudest, brightest, busiest restaurant they could find; Johnny Rocket's. There were young mothers and very very young and noisy children everywhere, music blaring, and all sorts of smells assaulting
our senses. Suzie looked like she was going to die and Mike just sat back and laughed, having had the least alcohol out of the few of us. We went to Urban Outfitters and then Mike and I headed back to Orlando for the evening.
I got a hang over on the way home, around 6, and had to lay down for a few minutes when we arrived.
We attempted to go to the hot tub, but it was cold, so we went to Fiddler's Green for a single drink instead. We also went out to drive around and ordered from Broadway Pizzeria while watching Harvey Birdman.
Wednesday
We took Laura to the airport an hour after that.
Mike and I woke up three hours later and made our way back to Palm Beach after a quick trip to the bank. We had lunch and walked around for a bit before I had to drive back and hit the gym, back to the trenches.
All in all, a freakin' awesome spring break.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Awesome Chemical Explination of Hell
The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid term.
The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well:
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.
Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED AN A+!
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Now playing on iTunes: Kitsune Noir - Deep Blue Sea
via FoxyTunes
The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well:
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.
Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED AN A+!
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Now playing on iTunes: Kitsune Noir - Deep Blue Sea
via FoxyTunes
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
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