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Buddy of DoQ: Thoughts on Life, Machinima, and Everything
Buddy of DoQ: Thoughts on Life, Machinima, and Everything
On the Awesomeness of Beards 
Monday, March 9, 2009, 04:12 PM - Life
Posted by Buddy of DoQ

Beards are a symbol of haggard manliness, and both men and women admire them equally. Without a beard, a man can never achieve anything more than just being some guy, or worse, an upstanding citizen. Yikes! Some men grow beards at rates that rival the ebb and flow of passing seconds; (see my father) others like myself require many weeks to acquire proper coverage. As awesome as beards are, sometimes they just need to go, to make way for a better, stronger… a beard that you swear will be keep neat this next go at it (or when it’s time to visit grandmother).

That’s where razors come in. Razors are very sharp slabs of steel that us men scrape across our faces. Of course, this is neither safe nor sane (fashion and taste, not withstanding), and is therefore a perfect pastime for us men! Sometimes, we slice our faces open a tad, but that’s okay! A cut or scrape across the face is good practice for the inevitable slaps or punches we receive as part of the natural course of conversation with women or the police. Plus, they can leave scars, and everyone knows chicks dig scars! Sometimes though, you just want a clean smooth, and hassle free shave; especially if you’re one of those poor saps that has a suit and tie job.

For years, I’ve just used the pseudo-standard Mach 3. They sent it to me on my 18th birthday, a marketing ploy designed to engage my newfound legal manliness. They figured if I used their fancy and awesomely named razor that I would be apt to buy replacement blades for all time. They were pretty much correct in this scheme since it worked! At least until I was able to grow an even beard, discovered the electric beard trimmer, and could maintain a constant haggard for months at time. Sadly, I left this trimmer behind during my last move, and as each week went by, my beard grew more and more unwieldy. Soon, as alluring as it was, and as irresistible as it made me, the beard began to interfere. It had to go, one way or the another.

But alas, where is my Mach 3? I had gone haggard for so long, that I no longer kept up with it. It had slipped away, most likely in a duffle or back pack stuffed in a box… somewhere… Digging in the bathroom yielded a hot-pink item of curiosity. I knew that women needed to shave from time to time, but paid it no mind since they generally keep themselves in a timeless state of lovely that one forgets the hours the take to primp and prune themselves. But here was this tool for shaving, stashed and hidden away on my girlfriend’s side, that I had never seen the likes of. It had 3 blades much like my Mach 3, but the head was wider, and swiveled. It had “comfort” strips to keep the skin smooth and protected from blood-letting nicks. It may have been hot pink and named after a Roman goddess, but it was the only option I had!

And you know something? It was the best, closest, and smoothest shave I have ever had.

Behold, my new razor of choice:

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009, 03:28 PM - Life
Posted by Buddy of DoQ
Barry: back

me: how was class?

Barry: i got my ass handed to me in a drawing critique

me: That sounds like a painful class to begin with

Barry: yeah
luckily, since everyone did bad, we have another week to work on it

me: F'in A! Thank god for a generation of slackers, eh?

Barry: it's not that we're slackers, it that still lifes are really hard

me: In a class with a name like that, I would draw every subject with a big foot wedged right up their bums
Then, they would be forced to say, "this drawing kicks ass!"

Barry: ha ha ha

me: I had to copy paste this conversation
I think I'm going to blog about it

Barry: awesome

me: Now to put the internet in a loop: http://www.deadonque.com/blog/index.php ... 218-152858
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Gwendolyn Day Mayberry 
Monday, February 16, 2009, 03:45 PM - Life
Posted by Buddy of DoQ
A week ago, on a gusty and bright Friday afternoon my girl and I signed the lease to our new apartment. It’s a cozy little space in the middle of Mesquite, a mere 5 minutes from work. We weren’t even supposed to look at this unit; only a serendipitous gap in our touring schedule prompted us to think, “Well, lets see if they got any availabilities, maybe we could tour it later?” For what it is, it really couldn’t be more perfect. They even allowed us to paint the walls any color we wanted. Japanese Maple for the kitchen, Flat Gray for the TV wall, and Spartan Stone for the bedroom, while it’s not 100% finished, it looks amazing. As we finish un-boxing and moving in our stuff, it really is starting to feel like our home.

For the last month, something about her had been a little odd. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first, but evidence was subconsciously building. Trouble holding food, a disproportionate outburst over my shoddy craftsmanship (I really suck at painting trim), and when she came home last Monday night, with this glow and nervous look about her, I knew. When I couldn’t stand her nervous squirming any longer, I finally asked, “Okay, so when are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” She tried to make me guess, but after an hour of stubbornness on my part (I insisted that if she was this worked up over it, that she had better tell me, that my guessing what I was ready to guess would be of poor taste if guess incorrectly) she finally whispered her news.

It may be too early for medical science to tell us for sure, but there is no doubt in our hearts that after 7~8 short months, it will be a girl. Perhaps a month after we started dating we stayed up late one night, talking about the future. She told me of her dream, a young mother and daughter in the loveliest white sundresses, tending a garden before a picture-perfect home. She told it well enough that when I closed my eyes, I could almost smell the flowers. Gwen would soon visit my own dreams, as if to validate of our love.

Elated might be an understatement. So jovial was my reaction to her whispered announcement, that she was nearly sickened to death. Her sister had built up an expectation that I would fly off the handle and become quite irate. I think I might have made her more comfortable if my reaction had even a hint of anger or anxiety. I’ve heard of fathers-to-be reacting so uncouthly, but it just seems unnatural to me. Maybe I’m just too addicted to life, but I truly can’t help but feel overwhelmed with… joy. She swore me to secrecy until she was ready to tell other people. I made it to Thursday and I told her, “you’re already starting to show (Not to a strangers eye, but parents would notice right away), and it would probably be better to give them warning before we showed up for dinner one night with a basketball under your blouse.” We made the rounds Saturday, and not a single member of either family had anything but smiles, tears, and well wishes. Guess I’m not the only one with a sweet tooth for life!

I still have some phone calls to make, and friends to tell, but this rare chance to blog (I am sans-internet for the time being) must be taken. When dreams come true, the literal betwixt the figurative, I feel it’s important to let the world know, that yes they can, will, and do come true.
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009, 09:20 AM - Machinima
Posted by Buddy of DoQ
I had exactly one day to play this month, when the tears dried I had this:

Hail. from Brian Mayberry on Vimeo.

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Combining the Elements 
Friday, January 30, 2009, 03:33 PM - Machinima
Posted by Buddy of DoQ
Lets make a short list of your favorite movies, say, the top 4 or 5. Go ahead, I’ll wait for you.


Cool, what do you have?

Here’s what I came up with:

5) Indiana Jones (1-3)
4) Nausicaa
3) Jurassic Park
2) Seven Samurai
1) Big Trouble in Little China

There’s a clear trend in the movies I picked, they’re ripe with adventure and a bit of otherworldly awe. Not for everyone to be sure, but these movies somehow combine all of the elements of cinema to present to us a seamless alternate reality. I think just about anybody could walk away from these films and “get it.” They might not go and buy the DVD, but for 2 hours they’ll have believe in something more than the uncomfortable seats, stale popcorn, and blurry screen laid out before them. They will have become a part of the world presented to them. Why?

Indiana Jones isn’t just a film that stars Harrison Ford, no, no, no! It’s an authentic adventure that by the second act has you fully acknowledging the existence and even the perils of the good Dr. Jones. And by the closing scene of Nausicaa, you’re so captured by Miyazaki’s world, that you’ve even forgotten that you’re watching an animation.

These are perfect examples of films that took great pains to reach out to us, to lure us in, and make us believe in them. Each frame, every scene, and even the selection of actors are taken into account by the filmmakers. They know if they don’t hit each detail just right, that the audience will not accept the world they are trying to create.

Now for a side by side!

Lets take a look at Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks, both are most excellent actors who often co-star in films; films which often make a great deal of cash monies at the box office.

You’ve Got Mail. If you remember this film at all, it’s likely because you saw the original with James Stewart and wished they had let a good thing be. This is not a horrible movie, not by any means. You could sit down and watch this thing and have a great time. But you know you’re just watching a movie with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. There’s nothing else to it. There’s no magic, no spark, and that attention to the cinematic presentation is lacking and the elements do not combine.

Now take a look at Joe vs. the Volcano. Same actors, basically the same love story, but by the end of this particular feature, you’re genuinely touched! You feel empathy for Joe Banks and his quest for… holy shit, did you see what happened? I just called Tom Hanks Joe! I don’t even remember what his characters’ name was in You’ve Got Mail!

Where do you pinpoint the difference? I would love to say it was the simple fact that I enjoy adventure flicks more than regular romantic comedies, but there’s a lot more to it as Sleepless in Seattle can attest. So what makes a movie good? Memorable? What is it that the audience wants to gain from your work?

I believe that it’s trust.

How do you gain trust from anyone? You have to work for it, you have to present yourself clearly and consistently, you must never waiver from your promises, and you must always give more than you take.

For filmmakers, that means you have to trust your audience first. Trust them to be able to enjoy your film regardless of it’s medium, to understand the plot and dialogue. So you must never dumb it down for the lowest denominator! You will want to leave plenty for those folks to chew on, but never hold their hand. They don’t wash them after using the toilet you know!

So, is skillfully combining the elements something that can be taught and learned? Or do you have to be born to ride? I don’t know for sure, but I’ve seen people grow, and artists evolve. Perhaps, as so long as you truly wish to believe, and trust in your own films… “if you build it, they will come.”

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