why don't you cry about it?

[orangerful]

In my last post, I said that Nathan Fillion had posted to his MySpace blog, and vertigozooropa and shinetastic cried because they do not have MySpace accounts and cannot see the blog (I also think vertigozooropa inferred that I have STDs and genital fungus...but we'll let that slide).

Anyhoo, I shall take pity and repost his blurb here...and under the cut you can find some of his older posts too! (dear god MySpace sucks, I cannot even TELL you how many times my browser has crashed in the 5 minutes I've been trying to log into the gorram site...you guys OWE me!)

Drive, Drive, and Drive.

Whatis good in life? I think Conan said it best when he said, "To work ahard day, come home to relax with friends and family, and see some coolTV- ya know? Something with cars, mystery, action, and some greatcharacters where one guy SEEMS a-ok and then turns out to be a bankrobber/getaway driver or sumpin'."
I'm real pleased with the showand can't say what it means to read you guys'es comments about how youcompletely dig the same parts I do. That Melanie Lynski kills me!Anyway, I had a bunch of the cast over Sunday for the big show and wewere all really psyched. Especially me, because I get to drive thecoolest car, obviously.
I know what you are saying. "What do I donow, Nathan?" Well, I'm glad you asked. I heard there was a blackout inthe northeastern states. If this is true, it's probably prudent, nay,necessary- that we somehow rub their faces in it and let them know whatthey missed. We have the power of the interweb. It is up to us to abuseit. Think of it: Drive infiltrates computers everywhere. And everyonehas a computer except most grandmas, which doesn't matter because ourdata shows that we have 83% of grandmas without computers.
Thanks for the support. Spread the Drive word and the Drive love. And buckle up (I'm contractually obligated to say that).

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Passing lanes, cell phones, and brushing your teeth. Ina perfect world, people wouldn't have to say they were sorry. But theywould anyway. Looking around, you can see a whole lot of people doingthings that try the patience of those around them. This is not to saywe ought not to be patient, only to say "Why tax the finite amount ofpatience in the world?" You could tally up a list of things that bugyou, and a list of do's and don'ts to combat them- but this would takemuch time and make you a facist. Rather, we need only increase ourawareness of the effect we have on the people around us. It's all aboutcommunication, folks. Let us take, for example, cellular telephones(Apple- I'm still waiting for my free iPhone. Don't you read myblogs?). These modern marvels are a boon of convenience and safety tosociety, but can communicate volumes on how you view the world aroundyou. Picture this: You are sitting in a restaraunt and your phonerings, playing a tune you feel is great. You look at the phone to seewho is calling. It takes you a moment to read it, another to decide ifyou should answer, all the while allowing it to continue playing aloud.You decide to answer, but the person on the other end is somewhere loudand you have to speak up. Now, that call may be important to you- buthere's what you are communicating to the entire restaraunt. "To hellwith you all and whatever kind of day you had. I'm interupting yournice meal, date, whatever, because I'm more important than all of you.Fuck you all for trying to have a nice time in public. This is MYpublic, and screw you." If this is indeed what you are trying to say,I'm not too worried about you. Somewhere, someday, you'll step over theline in front of the wrong guy and he'll beat the crap out if you.Three or four more sound beatings and you'll straighten right out, orat least be afraid to go out in public because for some reason peoplelike to beat you up. Here is what you are saying to whoever is diningwith you: "I hate you. Sit there like an idiot while I talk to someoneelse and ignore you even though you are sitting directly in front ofme." Guys, if a girl you are buying dinner for answers her phone at thetable and says anything but "... sorry, I have to go. I'm on a greatdate with an amazing guy." -that's the last time you buy her dinner.Have some pride. She doesn't like you, or respect you. You may as welllike and respect yourself. If her conversation goes on at all, get thecheck leave her $20 for a cab and bail. Girls, if a man buying youdinner takes a call at the table, leave the table. Take your purse andcoat. I'm saving you a lot of hassle. He's not that into you. The truemisfits of decency don't worry me much. I'm especially worried aboutthe nice folks who are being inadvertantly inconsiderate to thoserestaraunteers. If you are expecting a call, switch to vibrate, friend.This will allow you to know when your call is coming in without forcingeveryone to hear 50 Cent's "In Da Club". When that call comes in, andyou HAVE to take it? Excuse yourself from the table. Talk outside thefront door. But consider, do you NEED to be so available to phone callsfor one hour? What do you want to communicate to your dining partner?Are you here to blow everyone's meal? What is your impact? The samecan be said for the freeway. If you are in the passing lane going slow,how are you ever going to know you are backing up cars behind you ifyou don't look in your rearview mirror? It's not just for makeup andbooger checks, people. It's your last line of defence because youforgot that that page 23 of your driver's test handbook says "Slowertraffic keep right, left lane is for passing." One quick glance is allit takes to realize, "Oops. I'm being that asshole on the road who hasno idea what's going on behind them." Oh, and when you do get out ofpeople's way, try the "Sorry, my bad." wave. It works wonders ondiffusing road rage. So, when you look at yourself in the mirror inthe morning, say to yourself, "Today I will be more aware of my effecton the world around me. I will endeavor to treat people as I would wantto be treated. My communication to those around me will accuratelyreflect my respect, care, and understanding." Then say, "Whoa, I betterbrush my teeth and shower- who wants to smell me coming a mile away?Best I scrub under these nails, too- lest I repel all in my wake." Formy part, the next time I see someone suffering in silence at a tablewhile their meal buddy takes a long, loud call, I'm going to invitethem to join my table. Screw their pal, leave him to rot there alone.

Monday, March 12, 2007

The Office, Two Kinds of People, and Sparta Thereare two kinds of People in the world, folks. Those who pee in theshower, and those who don't. People who signal when they change lanes,and people who would rather surprise you with their half ton of metalhurtling down the roadway because they are too busy not having aheadset for all their yapping even though they can obviously afford onebecause they've got the newest (insert brand name luxury car/SUV here)which I guess gives us all hope in a way because it says to the world"Don't worry, bud! You don't have to be smart to be rich! Just look atme, I'm a stupid asshole!" That having been said- Which kind of personare you? I have to imagine that Spartans pee in the shower. 300 ofthose bastards held off millions of Persians in those incrediblechroma-hues, it couldn't have been easy. The movie rocked my world alittle bit. All the gruesomeness of a Braveheart, the poetry of battlethat betters the Matrix, and painted to feel historic as beautifully asSaving Private Ryan was, yet woven together in a beautiful worldcreated entirely for the purpose. I believe the Greeks used the term,"Bitchin'." Way to go, Gerry. Unrelated, I had lunch at the Office afew weeks ago. The Annex, the kitchen, the office itself- it's allreal! There is so much space between Pam's desk and Dwight's that Inever knew about. I rummaged through Michael's safe. I watched as castmembers updated their myspace pages and checked their emails while onlunch, but at their character's desks! Can you believe it? Now, many ofyou may have weirded out- sputtering stupid things excitedly whilebeing ushered around on a first class tour. I'll have you know... I'mnot above that. Thank you, Jenna, for putting up with the high pitchedsquels of excitement, the stupid questions, and demanding that youanswer as Pam. Thank you James Gunn, for using your powerful influenceto sit me down with the cast. Thank you Joss, for giving me somethingto talk about with everybody. Go figure, they love the crap outta you,too. I did have to get rid of some Negative Nancies and advertisersfrom the page. Life's too short, guys. If you can't stifle the mean-prepare to be Spring Cleaned. I think I deleted four people for goodreason, then went power mad and deleted sixty-four more at random. Fora moment, I was a god. Then I realized, this is Sparta. As for theupdates on what's going on in Nathantainment: Wonder Con was a reallift. All you Browncoats did me a solid and showed some real support.You made me look like a big man in front of my Drive pals. Thanks. Youwanna have some fun? Next time, let's play it up a bit. When you comeup to ask a question, start with, "Hey Nathan, it's (Your name here)from (your town here). You set my arm when I broke it?" (Or some suchother thing I helped you with- job, marriage, lost dog, flat tire, youknow!) I'll come back with, "Oh, yeah! How's the arm? You back attennis?" And you say, "Oh, it's great. My doc couldn't believe how wellyou set it. Anyways, my question was..." Then, we drop it. Quick and tothe point is where the comedy is. Now, the joke won't work if you getextra creative or weird/gross, so keep it real, and we can all have alaugh. I did a special edition commentary with some dear friends for amovie we did, and I'm looking forward to seeing it come out again.Drive premieres April 15th, I'm told. Really getting excited here,guys. Tim Minear's middle name should be Doesn't Disappoint. Tim D.D.Minear. That's got a ring, you gotta admit. Waitress has trailers onApple's Quicktime site. I'm so proud. Snif. Your homework? Tell me what two kinds of people are in this world. For example: There are two kinds of people in this world. People whosmoke in front of others, and people who give a shit about the welfareof those around them and they understand the stink doesn't stop whenthe cigarette goes out notwithstanding the obvious health dangers toalll involved. Your assignment must be in "There are two kinds ofpeople in this world" form, though the number may change for comedicpurposes.

Comments

[jellibean.livejournal.com]

There's actually a feed for his blog--mr_tightpants--but it doesn't appear to update frequently... :\

[orangerful.livejournal.com]

now that's he changed the setting on his MySpace blog, that should kill the feed (I had a friend of mine switch her blog to private and now I never get updates...)

[jellibean.livejournal.com]

Ah indeed. That stinks. Silly Tightpants. ^_^