Day 10 - The End of Things

Again, don't be fooled by the title. "The End of Things" is not referring to our supposed completion of principle photography. It simply means that this blog is going to return to its roots. I don't exactly know what those roots were, but I know they involved a lot more links and stuff, and a lot less, um, non-links and stuff.

So, I think it's about I time I started posting for real again.

(I was hoping that revelation would have the same impact as say, a Jimmy Chitwood returning to Huskers basketball. But instead I fear it will be more like The Simpsons declaring that they'll be around for yet another season. Who cares?)

I think I’ll start my first real post in weeks by talking about my Media Ethics class. A few days ago we were discussing unethical commercials, and, of course, Nike came up because it’s fashionable for collegey people to hate Nike.

They were talking about the problems presented by one Nike commercial in particular--For Warriors (If the link doesn't work, go to nike.com, click on Nike Pro Apparel in the bottom left corner, and then click “Watch the TV Ad” and download it for best results.) I don’t know what those collegey people were talking about, but the only problem I saw with the ad is how freakin’ awesome it is. And…that’s a problem because if you see it, it will blow your head right off.

(Also, the first couple times I watched it, I didn’t realize that Torii Hunter was one of the warriors. I didn’t know he was that buff. Torii Hunter was always the man, and now he’s a buff man. I bet if I buy Nike Pro Apparel I can be buff like Torii Hunter. Also, I want Roethlisberger’s silver helmet. The other’s are a bit, shall we say, impractical. Come on, Nike, why couldn’t you make a realistic commercial, with athletes putting on practical helmets. Now that would make a good commercial.)

As for an actual filming update, Day 10 involved another scene in which I had to act. Most of the time, my character just does physical acting, because I have a weak little non-guttural baby voice. But I actually had to speak a few lines this time. It wasn’t so bad though, because my character was in an argument, and I was allowed to deliver my lines at about the same pitch as Lando’s scream when the Sarlacc grabs him.

One last thing—anyone who can find me a good picture of Jimmy Chitwood can have a credit in the movie.

(Wow, talking about Lando…begging for pictures…I’m back, baby!)