Equipment shit

Ya, haven't bloged in a bit, shut up. Neither have you.

Scrabble Night did well. The thing I liked about this one, is that it wasn't only our friends who liked it. Some adults that I know somehow saw it and said this one was a keeper.

Scrabble Night 2 is coming out in a weeks time. And then I believe it's our big move up to HD.
We are almost done with Computer Confessional 2. Aaron has done a marvelous job editing it!

Now here comes the main thing that I'm excited for! Some new equipment! I've been slowly gathering lighting equipment and other odd filming things. And our production value has gone up for sure. But I just bought a Ext. Car Camera Vacuum Mount.
Pretty much that means we can now take the camera OUTSIDE of the car and shoot into the car. Like the real movies!

That is all.

Yours,
Bryan

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Epiphany

Hey everyone,

It's Aaron, and I'd like to tell you about a thought that crossed my mind the other day.

I wake up early one morning (meaning about 12 noon for me) and lie in bed for a bit, staring at the ceiling. There's something fascinating about the little bumps on the ceiling. They tend to get your mind wandering, and it was in this state of semi-awakeness that I had my realization.

It started innocently enough. I thought about how everyone has very different life situations. Not a profound or even original thought. But I explored it further: everyone does something unique to make their living.

It was in this vein of thought that I realized that some people in this world wake up, shower, eat, and then head off for work at a dildo factory. Kind of weird isn't it? Just as most of us head to school or to an office job, others pack a lunch that they'll later consume in a dildo emporium.

Everything they buy, everything they eat, and everywhere they go is dependent on their craftiness and proficiency behind a artificial dick maker machine. If they don't get that fake wang down to a tee and forget to polish the #D3C3A1 paint to a shine or making it accidentally curve to the right, I guess it looks like little Timmy's not going to summer camp this year. Uh oh, this one's girth doesn't pass quality control, that's too bad because Jenny really could have used that retainer. Stealing office supplies is another issue altogether.

One benefit, however, is that it no doubt increases creativity. Having that sort of job would mean your BSing skills need to be top notch. "What do you do for a living?" You could say, for instance, "I'm in the 'Body Services Industry'" or "a Cave Prodding Specialist" or even "an Interior Chiropractor." Those aren't very good examples, but hey, I don't work at the "Phallus Palace."

I hope that left you all with something to think about.

Yours,

Aaron

I've gotten my faith back into the Film Industry.

On a film set there are SO many codes for different things. Sometimes(most of the time) the code is actually longer than that of the original command or object. But I suppose it's a tradition thing.

For example, a certain small cable is called a 'C.H.' (Cunt Hair). Or a small Dolly In with the camera towards the Actors is called a Mickey Rooney (because the movement and actor are both little creeps).

Anyhow, most of them have a good amusing story behind them and make me enjoy the Film Biz just that much more.

So I've recently learned one for going to the toilet. 10-100 (Ten One Hundred) or 10-1 (Ten One) for short. And this code out of all the other codes didn't make any sense to me. I've asked around on set (crews) and people don't know where it comes from.

Just last week I accidentally found out the meaning of Ten-100. my Dad's (a cop) calling me while I'm taking a dump on set and being excited to use this new slang for poo'ing, I text back (while still taking a dump) "I'm 10-100'ing right now".

See my Dad knows trucker codes like that don't ask me how.

I figured he'd knew what this meant. After I'm done. I get another call. It's my Dad. "Wtf are you talking about you idiot" says the 330 pound giant.

I replay "What? I was just taking a dump".

"Well. I guess that makes sense, because in police lingo, a 10-100 means there's a bomb threat".


Have a good one,
Bryan

Why can't we post something on YouTube weekly? (another complaint from Bryan)

I've ask myself this question ever since we started.

Hey it's Bryan here. Hope you Dear Reader is doing swell. From the sounds of it, Braz is well. He's doing good at school and trying his luck with a gal. Aaron is well. He's doing good at school and trying his luck with a gal. I think they(the girls) both have the same names too, which is kinda funny.
I'm trying my luck with the Film Biz (sigh, that's another discussion lol)

But I see all these people make short films. Some of them are actually decent, however; most of them suck. A lot of these 'directors' get all there crew(friends) to work for them for free. So why can't I(we) make some short films or tons of more skits? I'd like to say because of the lack of money. But I know deep inside it's laziness. Aaron, Braz, and myself have to be way more driven to make these.

Now I understand they are at school. Which is great. This just means I should be writing, shooting, and editing more. I mean I don't have a camera or editing software. But I can still write right? But when I've written about 10 finished skits/shorts/etc. I need to shoot them.

How can I post videos with my current resources? I leave this question for you Dear Reader.

Any advice would be great.

Your Friend, Bryan Brooks

A Treatie on Titties

Cleavages and Cosmos, A breast are for me and the rest, Clogged my Log for a boobie blog...

All good titles for this journal in the FOTF blog and here's another one, Black Dog Bewbs

Don’t think of a black dog... you son of a bitch, you did didn’t you ?!?!

Well rest your heart reader, this was only a test most people would respond the same way. Ready for the next one?

Don’t stare at her boobs… Awe C’mon you’re reading for Christ sake, there probably aren’t even any boobs in the room! (unless you’re one our female readers in which case, wow... really?, well there's no accounting for taste).

Again fear not you disgusting pervs., you’re only human and when you know there's something you're not supposed to look at you're probably gonna do it more, especially if puts the baguettes in your basket… or gives you boners.

I was talking with a female friend whilst maintaining perfect eye contact….with her eyes. I glanced down for barely a nano second. Long enough to get the look unfortunately. Now believe it not folks, I've seen enough boobs to not have to stare at all of them... at least when I'm talking to the people their attached to.

Never the less I could not shake the shame and was driven to the bottle. I’ve never drank so many cosmopolitans, I was wracked with guilt you might say.

After I'd cleaned up a bit I had another drink and was off to plead my case, "sorry we’re friends and all but your still a very pretty girl and sometimes my dick forgets the first part of this weak apology” I explained. Despite being the logical end of the issue, I of course felt the need to elaborate.

“I mean if I had a bulge in my pants you’d glance at it right? What if that bulge was sticking out my chest all the time you couldn’t help but stare!”

Somehow being able to shake the visual of a huge cock on my chest she replied. "first of all I don’t know if you know, but you have a noticeable bulge most of the time, plus since you're black, people assume you have a big dick. So in a way you’re covered in em, you shouldn’t lose your shit when people stare either.”

Now the conversation continued to explore race and gender but I'm gonna end it here on account of the fact it was way clever and I'm hungry. So I leave you with this...

Remember KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE.

I bid you farewell folks, until our next chat.

-Braz

Thoughts from Braz

OK so I've finally arrived AFTER A 3 HOUR DRIVE with my sister and Jessica(a family
friend) from Ajax. After enduring their girl talk and getting some interesting insights
in to the female psyche(which I will be sure to exploit later). I arrived on the
Kosmack family farm. It the stereo typical 'ma and pa and Kent' type of joint complete
with Krypto/Colby the lovable family mutt. Tomorrow I start the farming and I can’t be
more excited, right now I'm still taking in my surroundings. For example theirs a
combine bow and arrow in my room. A fucking bow and arrow people. And I think it’s
meant for killing things not puss ass archery class.

I'm not feeling particularly literary today so this ones short but none the less
entertaining I assure you. Like I said I'm not really feeling to literary today so
instead of giving adequate background an pacing shit I'm just gonna rattle off some
of the fun things that have happened in the last couple days.

-An old woman called juicy Lucy told me she liked her olives big black and spicy.

-My sister’s boyfriend got drunk and tried to get me to fight him then apologized
and asked me not to tell my sister still claiming to be a pimp all the while.

-I was called a monkey boy.

-I drove and eventually blew up a riding lawnmower.

That's all I can remember at the moment, what? I never said this stuff would be
coherent. You selfish fucker really do ask too much of me.

South In your mouth

People and TV are like cool aid and water to much and they loose flavor to little
and there's something terribly wrong with them they lack. the problem is even when
you get the right mixture its still full of sugar and can lead to cavities and
diabetes

Until next time,
I'm Braz
You're the reader