I’m a lot of things… but an “activist” isn’t one of them.
You are not likely to see me holding a sign that says “Down with &*#?!” any time soon or anywhere close.
I’m more or a guy that is “for” something rather than “against” something.
May people aren’t “for” things because there is positive effort in being a “for” person and it seems that human nature leans more toward the negative, or “against” posture.
Blah, blah… and… blah.
Here’s what I do… because I am a “non-activist.”
I saw a film about a certain oil company that apparently did some major damage in our gulf coast some years ago that likely destroyed the fishing business and the families that depended on it.
By the way… if you are someone who loves fish and the business is destroyed you can always go get lesser fish from some store somewhere for a greater price. As the consumer you/we have many choices. As the fisherman… if your waters are contaminated… you’re screwed. No livelihood… no food on the table… no college education for junior.
That’s bad stuff. It’s hard enough being a fisher family without adding a mutant, inedible catch to the equation.
Sorry… that’s just how it is. I’ve never thought much about it and as recently as yesterday I reacted negatively when somebody said it about something.
So… this morning when I was tired and going over my lines in the living room of the Cryer mansion (my living room in Tyler Perry’s The Haves and the Have Nots) I sat down and put my script away. (There’s a fine line between knowing your dialogue well and too well. One breeds natural performance and the other breeds crappy “mirror” acting… in me, anyway).
I decide to read something else for a few minutes and notice a Fine Art magazine there on the coffee table.
For those of you in the “industry” you know that all of the magazines that are laying around on a set actually have fake “approved” covers and that what is inside can be most anything.
I need to back up to the long night before for a moment:
The reason I couldn’t sleep is that it hit me like a ton of bricks that “John Schneider’s Smothered” has yet to get distribution. I thought this movie would be out by now and printing thousand dollar bills for everyone who had anything to do with it. The test audiences have raved. The reviewers have called it “A love letter to the horror fan” and people who don’t like horror films have all said that they loved it.
That and $4.75 will get you a grande non-fat latte after waiting in a long line on any given morning.
So… I open this magazine and see a picture of a woman hiding behind a piece of furniture with creepy arms coming out of it.
“Interesting” thinks I. “This must be about a horror movie.”
Not just another pretty face. I’m pretty damn smart.
I read on…
“THE YEAR’S BUZZIEST FRIGHT FLICK” jumps out at me.
“Oh great” thinks I. “At least somebodies horror film is printing those thousand dollar bills.”
Bitter..? A little. Disappointed..? Yeah. Embarrassed..? You bet your sweet bippy.
I read on about this film that has taken the industry by storm with it’s plot twists and fresh approach to the genre.
Then I saw it…
Remember what makes me vomit when I hear it? Now I’m going to actually SAY it… listen…
“All things happen for a reason.”
This is what I saw on the next page of this phony Fine Art magazine that had been sitting on this set for two seasons:
In case you can’t read it… allow me:
“We shot the film and had an amazing time, and then it disappeared for three years.”
Thanks, Universe… I needed to hear that. I guess all things do happen for a reason!
Final note… The Cabin in The Woods went on to make 66 million dollars. Way to go!
I find it amazing when I hear people say “Oh… I could never write a blog.”
I don’t think I could never NOT write a blog!
I find it therapeutic… relaxing… cleansing…
You should try it sometime if you don;’t already. Sit down and start writing and you’ll be amazed at what comes out.
This morning my coworkers and I sat down and discussed how to best handle the workload at the “office.” There were many suggestions and positions and perspectives expressed. Some from history, knowledge and experience… some from newness, short sightedness and inexperience.
What amazed me is that all had value.
Don”t get me wrong… it’s very hard to teach this old dog new tricks but it can be done.
Take the time to sit with you coworkers and share your take on the workplace… whatever it is.
You’ll be surprised and what you hear… at what you learn… at what you teach.
All perspectives have value. We are spokes on a wheel. Without every one of us doing our part the whole carriage will shudder, shake and, eventually, come off the axel!
Everyone is important. Everyone has a part, a perspective… a say.
I didn’t plan on writing that… I only started typing and that is what came out. Why don’t you give it a try? It’s fun… It’s therapeutic… relaxing… cleansing…