3.16.2010
2.28.2010
Mike The Janitor: Season 37 (Director's Cut)
After cutting, editing, producing and piecing together "Mike The Janitor: Season 37", I decided that I would make it a "Special Edition". After the work I went to to make the damn thing (over the course of a week), I came to find that I wasn't totally happy with the finished product.
So I decided to stay with the same theme and change it up a bit and make a "Director's Cut". You'll notice the changes between the two works. If you don't, I would suggest watching both of them repeatedly. Hell, have a viewing party and dissect each production.
My personal storytelling through all of these pictures is still there, but the meaning of some is skewed to reflect people and places of far more or greater importance than others.
This IS NOT to say that the people and places reflected in the "Director's Cut" that get less screen time than others are less important in my life. I just wanted to highlight some people more than others because of my personal history with them.
This is why I wish I had more pictures. There are so many other wonderful events, places and people photographed in my mind that I just don't have translated on to film or some sort of digital medium.
I need to put more effort into changing that. I love taking pictures and I always have. I regret somewhat that I didn't pursue this more as I got older. But it's never too late to start all over again, yes?
A friend asked me in an instant message how many pictures I went through to make this production. I think 423 total pictures are used in this video vignette. I have a library of photographs. I'm sure it's easily over 1500 pictures. 500 or so are actual prints. Of all the film prints I leafed through, 60 of those I had to scan.
On a personal note here, this is another area where the Church of Technology has made photo prints obsolete. I've written a blog or two about this before. Although I'm happy with my digital camera and the ease of use (and being able to instantly see what I've photographed), I can say that I miss the excitement and work in taking pictures the old school way with film.
I miss being able to drop off some rolls of film and looking forward to picking them up to see how they turned out. Sometimes you'd get some pictures that were bad and shot poorly. The light was bad, the angle was bad, the background messes with the foreground, etc.
But sometimes the bad pictures would be wonderful art in themselves. They could occasionally be a rare gem that was just blind luck the way it turned out. It's just not the same with a digital camera.
In the words of Paul Simon: "Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away".
With that, enjoy the Director's Cut of "Mike The Janitor: Season 37"
-Mike The Janitor
©2010
Millenoma Publishing & Productions
So I decided to stay with the same theme and change it up a bit and make a "Director's Cut". You'll notice the changes between the two works. If you don't, I would suggest watching both of them repeatedly. Hell, have a viewing party and dissect each production.
My personal storytelling through all of these pictures is still there, but the meaning of some is skewed to reflect people and places of far more or greater importance than others.
This IS NOT to say that the people and places reflected in the "Director's Cut" that get less screen time than others are less important in my life. I just wanted to highlight some people more than others because of my personal history with them.
This is why I wish I had more pictures. There are so many other wonderful events, places and people photographed in my mind that I just don't have translated on to film or some sort of digital medium.
I need to put more effort into changing that. I love taking pictures and I always have. I regret somewhat that I didn't pursue this more as I got older. But it's never too late to start all over again, yes?
A friend asked me in an instant message how many pictures I went through to make this production. I think 423 total pictures are used in this video vignette. I have a library of photographs. I'm sure it's easily over 1500 pictures. 500 or so are actual prints. Of all the film prints I leafed through, 60 of those I had to scan.
On a personal note here, this is another area where the Church of Technology has made photo prints obsolete. I've written a blog or two about this before. Although I'm happy with my digital camera and the ease of use (and being able to instantly see what I've photographed), I can say that I miss the excitement and work in taking pictures the old school way with film.
I miss being able to drop off some rolls of film and looking forward to picking them up to see how they turned out. Sometimes you'd get some pictures that were bad and shot poorly. The light was bad, the angle was bad, the background messes with the foreground, etc.
But sometimes the bad pictures would be wonderful art in themselves. They could occasionally be a rare gem that was just blind luck the way it turned out. It's just not the same with a digital camera.
In the words of Paul Simon: "Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away".
With that, enjoy the Director's Cut of "Mike The Janitor: Season 37"
-Mike The Janitor
©2010
Millenoma Publishing & Productions
2.27.2010
Mike The Janitor: Season 37 (Special Edition)
Believe it or not, it took me an entire week to put this together. Of course, I've been working on it in bits and pieces.
The reason this is the "Special Edition" is due to the fact that after viewing it, something was missing. It didn't flow the way I wanted it to and just didn't turn out as I had thought it would when creating it in my head.
Therefore, I'm in the process of making a "Director's Cut" which may be available as early as this evening. The editing and timing are very problematic and time consuming. And I just don't want to lose my creative edge or focus here, people!
Originally, this was going to be a small video vignette set to a completely different song just over two and a half minutes. It was only going to showcase my life from the age of 36 to 37.
But as I discovered more and more pictures, I wanted to broaden my approach to encompass as much of my life, thus far. Plus, I found a song in my vast music collection that really hits the point of this production home.
This is, by far, one of my most personal video works to date.
I'd like to thank the band "Muse" for writing such a wonderful piece of music that I got very emotional every time this track played early on in my editing process.
I dedicate this work to all of you. To those few that are still in my life and to those that have come and gone. I wish I had more pictures of people and places I was once a part of.
If you can learn anything from this, know that you should ALWAYS take pictures. They are the window to the soul and something to have and cherish.
-Mike The Janitor
©2010
Millenoma Publishing & Productions
The reason this is the "Special Edition" is due to the fact that after viewing it, something was missing. It didn't flow the way I wanted it to and just didn't turn out as I had thought it would when creating it in my head.
Therefore, I'm in the process of making a "Director's Cut" which may be available as early as this evening. The editing and timing are very problematic and time consuming. And I just don't want to lose my creative edge or focus here, people!
Originally, this was going to be a small video vignette set to a completely different song just over two and a half minutes. It was only going to showcase my life from the age of 36 to 37.
But as I discovered more and more pictures, I wanted to broaden my approach to encompass as much of my life, thus far. Plus, I found a song in my vast music collection that really hits the point of this production home.
This is, by far, one of my most personal video works to date.
I'd like to thank the band "Muse" for writing such a wonderful piece of music that I got very emotional every time this track played early on in my editing process.
I dedicate this work to all of you. To those few that are still in my life and to those that have come and gone. I wish I had more pictures of people and places I was once a part of.
If you can learn anything from this, know that you should ALWAYS take pictures. They are the window to the soul and something to have and cherish.
-Mike The Janitor
©2010
Millenoma Publishing & Productions
Hello, I'm Mike and I'm psychotic. And you are?
You know the classic term "Let sleeping dogs lie"? Yeah, I don't think so. Speaking of sleeping dogs, that's exactly what I should be doing. But I can't. I keep having these episodes where I'm waking up choking on stomach bile. Do you think that means something?
Probably.
Last night I settled in to spend another Friday night alone with some beer and a steak. This would probably explain the waking up choking on stomach bile problem. I'm stressed out and my body is on the brink of complete breakdown. So it should come as no surprise that acid reflux is becoming an issue for me.
I've also noticed that my weight gain is causing my man titties to become larger. And I just can't afford a whole new wardrobe that includes a "bro" or "manssiere". I'm pushing a whopping 268 pounds and I'm just not down with that, my cyber peeps.
Screw it. Bring on the heart attack and/or stroke.
Anyway...
Since I can't sleep, I might as well get up and blog about the fact that I can't sleep, right? Sure, why not?! And while I'm at it, I should continue the drama that has unfolded between myself and a certain someone who was already named in a previous blog.
In my masterpiece "Yo, Adrian" posted only a few hours ago, I brought to light some recent events that not only made ME come off looking like a douche bag but, quite possibly, the girl I had been seeing lately.
Wait, I'd like to motion to strike the fact that I just said "girl". Someone sent me an email saying that maybe Adrian dumped my ass because I would occasionally refer to her as "girl".
Seriously? Of all things to consider in this mess, THAT'S what you focus on? My God. And she didn't "dump" me. Nor did I "dump" her. It seems that we just parted ways, I guess.
I'm being totally psychotic AND neurotic because I just can't let things go. I just can't put this behind me. I have to beat it like a dead horse or like Michael Jackson. And since I have neither a dead horse or Michael Jackson to beat it with, this blog will have to suffice.
After I posted my blog, I went to my living room to enjoy that steak I mentioned earlier. I also had about a beer and a half. I started to watch "Thank You For Smoking" that I received from Netflix.
Right at the opening credits, the Adrian drama started to unfold further. It would appear that Adrian was sending me a text message in response to my text message I had sent her during the course of me composing "Yo, Adrian".
If you're presently lost in everything that is going on, I suggest you dump out of this blog and go read the other blog and catch up, okay? Okay. But to refresh your memory for those of you that have read it, I had sent a text message to her after noticing that she had deleted me as her friend on Netflix.
Pissed off that she had done this, I fired off with:
"Don't forget to delete me from Facebook, too, you inconsiderate, selfish twit."
Surprisingly, she responded. It's funny that she'll respond to this attention and drama but can't wish me a happy birthday. THE NERVE!
So, here's my version of "Texts From Last Night" that continued until just after midnight. Another reason why I'm up at 6:00 AM and couldn't sleep. And you'll notice a lot of her texts are the standard, run-of-the-mill, "it's not you, it's me" bullshit.
Actually, it ISN'T her. It IS me. Well, maybe it's equal parts of her being crazy and me being crazy. We just couldn't seem to mesh our collective crazy. I suppose I should have just had slutty sex with her and not vested so much into it.
To be honest, I'd still hit it. Totally. Hands down. Easy. OH COME ON! Don't look at me like that, cyber friends and readers! Cut me some damn slack here. So what if I still want to have sex with her after all of this! BIG DEAL! And you know what? I think she'd totally be down.
Now I have to figure out a way to work a different angle so I can get some repeated tapping action. Hmmmmmm... I'll get back to you on that. If you have any ideas on how I can win the heart of her vagina, I'm all ears.
Plus, we'd have some awesome angry sex. I'm getting turned on by this. Okay, this is just sick and wrong. But that's what makes it fun and exciting!
I'll admit it, I'm troubled.
Okay, okay, okay... the text messages.
Adrian retorted to my wise-ass Facebook deletion comment with the following: (incidentally, she also deleted me as a friend from Facebook)
"Thanks for the reminder. My Netflix got canceled because I needed to update my credit card. You probably assumed I removed you; thus the text and Facebook messages. Honestly, I wasn't sure how I felt about things but you did a great job making up my mind".
Yes, I'm sure I did.
Let the childish text argument begin.
So I shot back:
"And your constant excuses made up my mind. So let us both fuck off and call it good. Ok? Super".
I'm on a roll. She responds with:
"Excuses? Check Netflix. I'm still on your "friends". Anyway, agreed. Take care."
So I check my Netflix and, sure enough, she is back. Ohhhhh, how sweet. She cares! *sniffle* She's completed my circle of life by re-adding me on Netflix! There is a God! My prayers have been answered! Praise Jesus!
I continue this silly texting romp with:
"Would you exit stage left, please? You're so full of shit. If you gave a damn about me or this, you would have called. Now go hang out with your TV."
My words are like a hot poker in the eye! She responds simply:
"Exiting."
Now, to be a real sarcastic dick, I follow it up with:
"I love you."
And that was that. I proceeded to watch "Thank You For Smoking" and enjoy myself doing so. But at the end of the movie, I started to feel bad. Really bad. I wasn't satisfied and I wanted closure. I wanted an explanation.
So I fired up the phone keypad and hit up Adrian again. I sent her a text that opened up with:
"Adrian?"
But she doesn't respond. At least, not right away.
I went to bed at just before 11:00 PM. At 11:22 PM, my phone starts vibrating on the nightstand. I think I must have been almost completely asleep because I recall waking up abruptly to the buzz buzz buzz of the vibration noise against the surface of my nightstand.
It was Adrian. She was finally responding to me.
"Sorry. I'm pretty confused."
No kidding? Me too! Small world! Here is the duration of our text conversation in it's entirety without my dumb commentary:
ME: "What do you really want? Honestly?"
HER: "Go with the flow and see how it worked out. I made some mistakes. I apologize for treating you like this."
HER: "I know this will sound like an excuse but my phone dumped all of my texts. So I'm not sure if you got my last ones."
HER: "In case you didn't, I'm sorry for the way things went down. I apologize for the way I treated you. It was not right."
HER: "Honestly, I was not into you as much as you were into me. But I wanted more time to see if that could change. But my inconsiderate actions made it difficult."
ME: "Very well."
HER: "I think it is pretty clear I'm not in a good place to start a relationship. I'm very sorry I wasted your time."
ME: "Okay. I get it. Blah, blah, blah. Thank you. Goodbye."
And that was that. I fell asleep for about four hours until I woke up choking on my stomach bile. Such is life.
Now, should Adrian want to use me for sex, I might as well jump on that because I've already lost the possibility of a relationship. She might as well test drive my junk while she has the chance.
You know what's funny? While she was away in Brazil, I had the opportunity TWICE to get my sex on. But I didn't. I was saving myself, FOR HER, like some kind of duped virgin. WHAT. THE. HELL.? I think Adrian and I owe it to each other to go back and indulge in the sinful fornication that we weren't having because that's clearly what caused this entire problem.
Because I changed my way of doing things and not wanting to be a man-whore, it messed up my game. Here I found someone who was WANTING me to be a man-whore and I completely dropped the ball.
DUH!
Therefore, I need to find a "go-to skank". That's right. I said it. A "go-to skank". Since this developing relationship has become a colossal goat fuck ruin, I've created a link on my website to start accepting applications for my own, personal "go-to skank".
It's obvious that if I was getting some sexy time on a regular basis, I'd feel more at ease with day-to-day life. I might as well accept that I'm going to be alone the rest of my life and be a permanent bachelor. Because, let's face it, I have no idea how the hell to act. I might as well cash in on being a whore.
Interested ladies, APPLY NOW!
-Mike The Janitor
©2010
Millenoma Publishing
Probably.
Last night I settled in to spend another Friday night alone with some beer and a steak. This would probably explain the waking up choking on stomach bile problem. I'm stressed out and my body is on the brink of complete breakdown. So it should come as no surprise that acid reflux is becoming an issue for me.
I've also noticed that my weight gain is causing my man titties to become larger. And I just can't afford a whole new wardrobe that includes a "bro" or "manssiere". I'm pushing a whopping 268 pounds and I'm just not down with that, my cyber peeps.
Screw it. Bring on the heart attack and/or stroke.
Anyway...
Since I can't sleep, I might as well get up and blog about the fact that I can't sleep, right? Sure, why not?! And while I'm at it, I should continue the drama that has unfolded between myself and a certain someone who was already named in a previous blog.
In my masterpiece "Yo, Adrian" posted only a few hours ago, I brought to light some recent events that not only made ME come off looking like a douche bag but, quite possibly, the girl I had been seeing lately.
Wait, I'd like to motion to strike the fact that I just said "girl". Someone sent me an email saying that maybe Adrian dumped my ass because I would occasionally refer to her as "girl".
Seriously? Of all things to consider in this mess, THAT'S what you focus on? My God. And she didn't "dump" me. Nor did I "dump" her. It seems that we just parted ways, I guess.
I'm being totally psychotic AND neurotic because I just can't let things go. I just can't put this behind me. I have to beat it like a dead horse or like Michael Jackson. And since I have neither a dead horse or Michael Jackson to beat it with, this blog will have to suffice.
After I posted my blog, I went to my living room to enjoy that steak I mentioned earlier. I also had about a beer and a half. I started to watch "Thank You For Smoking" that I received from Netflix.
Right at the opening credits, the Adrian drama started to unfold further. It would appear that Adrian was sending me a text message in response to my text message I had sent her during the course of me composing "Yo, Adrian".
If you're presently lost in everything that is going on, I suggest you dump out of this blog and go read the other blog and catch up, okay? Okay. But to refresh your memory for those of you that have read it, I had sent a text message to her after noticing that she had deleted me as her friend on Netflix.
Pissed off that she had done this, I fired off with:
"Don't forget to delete me from Facebook, too, you inconsiderate, selfish twit."
Surprisingly, she responded. It's funny that she'll respond to this attention and drama but can't wish me a happy birthday. THE NERVE!
So, here's my version of "Texts From Last Night" that continued until just after midnight. Another reason why I'm up at 6:00 AM and couldn't sleep. And you'll notice a lot of her texts are the standard, run-of-the-mill, "it's not you, it's me" bullshit.
Actually, it ISN'T her. It IS me. Well, maybe it's equal parts of her being crazy and me being crazy. We just couldn't seem to mesh our collective crazy. I suppose I should have just had slutty sex with her and not vested so much into it.
To be honest, I'd still hit it. Totally. Hands down. Easy. OH COME ON! Don't look at me like that, cyber friends and readers! Cut me some damn slack here. So what if I still want to have sex with her after all of this! BIG DEAL! And you know what? I think she'd totally be down.
Now I have to figure out a way to work a different angle so I can get some repeated tapping action. Hmmmmmm... I'll get back to you on that. If you have any ideas on how I can win the heart of her vagina, I'm all ears.
Plus, we'd have some awesome angry sex. I'm getting turned on by this. Okay, this is just sick and wrong. But that's what makes it fun and exciting!
I'll admit it, I'm troubled.
Okay, okay, okay... the text messages.
Adrian retorted to my wise-ass Facebook deletion comment with the following: (incidentally, she also deleted me as a friend from Facebook)
"Thanks for the reminder. My Netflix got canceled because I needed to update my credit card. You probably assumed I removed you; thus the text and Facebook messages. Honestly, I wasn't sure how I felt about things but you did a great job making up my mind".
Yes, I'm sure I did.
Let the childish text argument begin.
So I shot back:
"And your constant excuses made up my mind. So let us both fuck off and call it good. Ok? Super".
I'm on a roll. She responds with:
"Excuses? Check Netflix. I'm still on your "friends". Anyway, agreed. Take care."
So I check my Netflix and, sure enough, she is back. Ohhhhh, how sweet. She cares! *sniffle* She's completed my circle of life by re-adding me on Netflix! There is a God! My prayers have been answered! Praise Jesus!
I continue this silly texting romp with:
"Would you exit stage left, please? You're so full of shit. If you gave a damn about me or this, you would have called. Now go hang out with your TV."
My words are like a hot poker in the eye! She responds simply:
"Exiting."
Now, to be a real sarcastic dick, I follow it up with:
"I love you."
And that was that. I proceeded to watch "Thank You For Smoking" and enjoy myself doing so. But at the end of the movie, I started to feel bad. Really bad. I wasn't satisfied and I wanted closure. I wanted an explanation.
So I fired up the phone keypad and hit up Adrian again. I sent her a text that opened up with:
"Adrian?"
But she doesn't respond. At least, not right away.
I went to bed at just before 11:00 PM. At 11:22 PM, my phone starts vibrating on the nightstand. I think I must have been almost completely asleep because I recall waking up abruptly to the buzz buzz buzz of the vibration noise against the surface of my nightstand.
It was Adrian. She was finally responding to me.
"Sorry. I'm pretty confused."
No kidding? Me too! Small world! Here is the duration of our text conversation in it's entirety without my dumb commentary:
ME: "What do you really want? Honestly?"
HER: "Go with the flow and see how it worked out. I made some mistakes. I apologize for treating you like this."
HER: "I know this will sound like an excuse but my phone dumped all of my texts. So I'm not sure if you got my last ones."
HER: "In case you didn't, I'm sorry for the way things went down. I apologize for the way I treated you. It was not right."
HER: "Honestly, I was not into you as much as you were into me. But I wanted more time to see if that could change. But my inconsiderate actions made it difficult."
ME: "Very well."
HER: "I think it is pretty clear I'm not in a good place to start a relationship. I'm very sorry I wasted your time."
ME: "Okay. I get it. Blah, blah, blah. Thank you. Goodbye."
And that was that. I fell asleep for about four hours until I woke up choking on my stomach bile. Such is life.
Now, should Adrian want to use me for sex, I might as well jump on that because I've already lost the possibility of a relationship. She might as well test drive my junk while she has the chance.
You know what's funny? While she was away in Brazil, I had the opportunity TWICE to get my sex on. But I didn't. I was saving myself, FOR HER, like some kind of duped virgin. WHAT. THE. HELL.? I think Adrian and I owe it to each other to go back and indulge in the sinful fornication that we weren't having because that's clearly what caused this entire problem.
Because I changed my way of doing things and not wanting to be a man-whore, it messed up my game. Here I found someone who was WANTING me to be a man-whore and I completely dropped the ball.
DUH!
Therefore, I need to find a "go-to skank". That's right. I said it. A "go-to skank". Since this developing relationship has become a colossal goat fuck ruin, I've created a link on my website to start accepting applications for my own, personal "go-to skank".
It's obvious that if I was getting some sexy time on a regular basis, I'd feel more at ease with day-to-day life. I might as well accept that I'm going to be alone the rest of my life and be a permanent bachelor. Because, let's face it, I have no idea how the hell to act. I might as well cash in on being a whore.
Interested ladies, APPLY NOW!
-Mike The Janitor
©2010
Millenoma Publishing
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