Oman the BawBawian

Won three out of eight awards at the prestigious annual Goodwill Awards

Winner: Orin Rainock as Best Director

Winner: Orin Rainock as Most Film involvement 

Winner: Oman The Bawbawian as Best Film

I'd like to thank the Academy.

 

Just a quick update: I’m in the library right now, and have found it a very effective place to get work done. I cant log on to Facebook most of the time, and I’m glad because I’m kind of an addict. This has been a great place to write for me and I feel like I’m getting a lot more accomplished than I ever did anywhere else [besides that time when I spent four days in the woods and filled four notebooks with material]. It’s really been great, my only distraction is the occasional hot girl that walks by or sits across from me in plain sight… they probably do it on purpose. They’re probably in love with me.

Anywho, the book is coming along splendidly and is experiencing changes that were not at first anticipated. It has become a sci-fi novel all of a sudden for one, but in a really cool way! Yesterday, I wrote about some really sad stuff… so it’s a good change, at least for a little bit. So, I’m excited to keep writing, if you don’t mind.

Exclamations, by gum!

I've been reading Upton Sinclair's "Oil!" recently and I've been very impressed by his writing technique. I like how he breaks up chapters first of all... He'll have a chapter with a title like "The Escape" and then he'll break that chapter down into several sections which are only about a page and a half long; and they're broken up by roman numerals. There are about ten sections per chapter... it makes it very readable and you can practically stop whenever you need to. I've adapted this to the book I've been writing which is going just fine!

Ha! That's another thing I've liked about Upton Sinclair's style. His use of exclamations are superb and frequent! Practically every section ends in a an exclamation! Even the title, by gum! It properly illustrates and works with the mind the way it should be read in your mind and the way it should be read out-loud. He also uses it a lot when you know he's being sarcastic or indirectly making a point. I really do admire it, and am trying to adapt it to how I write.

Early on in the book I felt inspired by Cormac McCarthy and adapted his minimal punctuation style. McCarthy uses periods and commas only; he uses his commas where normal writers would use their semicolons. He doesn't use quotation marks at all! I liked that because there were less restrictions, but I ran into problems when I tried to put emphasis on a word, or tried to be sarcastic. I solved the problem by making the word in all caps. This trick works with the mind! A lot of modern, prolific writers have their own style and don't follow the rules set out by English teachers. It works if the language is consistent throughout their work. The rules become more clear to the reader as he or she goes along; if they are smart enough they will be able to adapt and will be able to read the new style as clear as day!  It's clearly a way to make writing literature  and help literature remain an art. It works for me! I come from an art family, but I've always had shaky hands, it reflects in my art when it comes to drawing and painting. Writing literature in creative ways has helped me remain an artist and not the black sheep like they thought.

"David after dentist" remakes that are funny:          

Crazy Guy!

So I was driving around this morning and I happened upon a crazy sight to behold. I saw fire, smoke, and police cars outside of Disco Sports: Sports Bar. I got close with my car but the guy in front of me stopped completely, got out of his car, and started directing traffic; and for good reason; there was a CRAZY GUY close-by setting the sign out front of Disco Sports on fire. He looked like an employee of the establishment,  wore a red collared shirt, looked the "quiet type", danced around the fire, and continued to put more fuel into it. You could tell by his body language that he was disturbed and threatening anyone who got close to him and nobody did. 

I said dancing before but the man was really flailing his arms around dangerously; you could see the madness in his eyes from a hundred feet away. The good Samaritan who directed traffic for a minute guided me to safety to the parking lot of Regency Mall; that's where I took the picture above. It's really hard to capture the insanity that I witnessed with a low-grade camera phone like mine; especially since the static had died down when I was able to take the shot. Crazy guy McGee was nowhere to be seen. I thought I saw him run off.

That guy must have had a bad day, lost his job, and tried to express his discontent with "The establishment"  by setting it's sign on fire. Little did he know that his little stunt would put traffic light power out for several blocks. I'm sorry you lost your serving job at Disco Sports... I'd recommend you to some other establishments but I'm not entirely certain that they'll be set to hire you. Don't put it on your resume! I imagine his application looking something like this: Place of recent employment- Disco Sports.  What duties and tasks were preformed- Customer relations, serving, and counting the toothpicks before and after each shift. Reason for leaving- I set the sign out front on fire and went totally out of my right mind... I was having a bad day. I feel a lot better now! 

Here's a little something about another crazy guy:

On my way to California, I met a Celebrity!

The most amazing thing happened today; you might not believe it.  As some of you know, I’m on vacation to California; right now as I write, I’m still not actually in California, but that hasn’t stopped amazing things from happening. For example, I really thought my vacation was off to a miserable start when the ticket counter guy informed the passenger’s of my flight that there wasn’t enough room on the flight for everyone. In fact, I was called up specifically, and asked if I would be flexible and be able to go on a later flight. I felt pressured into saying “yes” like I normally do, so I said “yes” and they put me on a flight on the next gate over. It took me to Newark, which was never in the plan, but eventually I wound up in Houston Texas; that’s where I am right now.

First of all, because of the grand sacrifice I made, Continental Airlines has given me a 300 dollar gift certificate, which is good for flights anytime this year. My original ticket only cost me 260 dollars to begin with, so this is great news for me. If this little vacation goes well, I could fly out again sometime this year for FREE.

That’s nice in all and I am a little happy about it, but that’s far from the highlight of the day. I saw Richard Simmons walking through the terminal with who may have been his life partner, I don’t know; I’m not exactly sure if he’s gay or not; anyway, I smile at him and he says “You forgot to shave today! Don’t you know that there are fifty-million people at this airport today, and they’re all going to see you like that,” he said this kidding; being nice as can be, and I said grinning back at him “Oh gosh, now I’m embarrassed!” and a quick as flick of the fingers he says “you shouldn’t be embarrassed; you look great!” and I said “Ah, shucks!” at least that’s what I wish I said… I don’t really remember what I said after that. He moved on and left me there in utter shock and awe. What a great guy! He made me feel great! He might not have meant a word, but that doesn’t matter to me.

After that, I sat at the bar of this Airport restaurant and eventually ordered the Catfish platter. This nice cougar-type lady, sat next to me and we talked for an hour about all sorts of things. Politics, Celebrities, drugs, India, and other foreign countries. She was trying to convince me that I should go out of the country and see what the world has to offer. She’d been to India and said she had a love hate relationship with the country; then this other guy sat down and said he didn’t recommend going to India because he worked there and hated it. I kept the conversation going even though I never said that I ever wanted to go to India. It would be nice, but I haven’t thought that much about it to be honest. What was I going to tell him though… they went off on it for a while; I paid the bartender, and told them about my encounter with Richard Simmons before I left. I don’t think she knew who Richard Simmons was but I didn’t want her to feel like an idiot. She started to tell some weird story about some other celebrity she saw today. She said that there was some comedian beeping at people and telling them to move…she thought he was a celebrity comedian or something [she thought when I told my story about Richard Simmons, that he was some comedian because he said something funny to me; she’d been drinking a little] but anyway the guy she thought was a famous comedian was just an airport shuttle driver. I can see how she could get them confused. She was a nice lady though.

 I couldn’t eat all of my Catfish platter; they gave me a lot more than anyone could ever hope to eat, but the restaurant experience was good overall because I had nice people to talk to. Unfortunately, the catfish was really hot and I burnt my mouth all over, but remembering Richard Simmon’s  words took the sting away.

At any rate, I’m about get on my last flight to California. First class actually; cause that how I roll…fly…glide?

Weird Dreams

I had a strange dream last night that I want to share, not because it's symbolic or anything, but because I'm beginning to forget it. I woke up after the dream and told myself that I should remember this. Why? Maybe I was tired and it meant something too me at the time. I know for a fact that it had a emotional impact on me, and I guess I could analyze the dream and see why. Anyway, here's the dream with all the details that I can remember:

I was with a group of people, and we were dressed relatively normal and traveling through various locations, wielding swords. I've seen the main location in my dreams before. It was sort of a creative office[like an advertising agency]/ museum. In a previous dream I was given a tour of the museum aspect and it was kind of like a fun house/ freak show and I was being stalked by something dark. Now, me and the group of adventurers were the hunters. Most of us were good and noble but you could tell there were a few bad-apples in the bunch, and they wore black.

When we fought our enemies, the scene turned into something out of a Japanese Role Playing Game. I've never played one[and haven't played a video game in months], but in a Japanese RPG you are given certain skill points, magical items, and weapons that you are allowed to use when it's your turn in a fight. So, when we battled and it was our enemy's turn, we had to stand still and take their attacks; it went both ways. Some of our allies died in these battles, but could be revived after the battle was won. I don't remember too much about the battles, but I remember the rules. 

The part I told myself to really remember was this: we were in a dungeon now and of course there were treasure chests everywhere and we all went around opening them, and either got gold, potions, weapons, or magical items. I got a bird, a bluebird. I was a little disappointed, but then I read that it would assist me in my battles, and would damage my enemies automatically without wasting my "turn points". So, then I thought it was awesome! I put the bluebird on my shoulder and planned to explore more deeply into the dungeon, but then something happened. One of my "allies" got jealous and grabbed the bluebird off my shoulder and snapped it's neck, then he filleted it and ate the raw meat. I was furious, because I had connected with the bird and I owned it! I didn't kill the man, I just talked to him about it and he eventually asked for my forgiveness, but I didn't trust him. The dream ended with me feeling very negative.

I really don't like when tiny animals get killed, it always makes me upset; especially when it's done on purpose, without reason, or, in other words: maliciously. Sure, he ate the meat, but I think he did it just to make me upset. We had plenty of fruit and turkey legs, so there was no reason why he should cut open my bird and eat it in front of me! I remember asking him over and over "why would you do that?" It didn't make sense then, and it surely doesn't make sense now. 

I'm sure it's all very symbolic; it reminds me of several things in my life where my friendship has been taken advantage of, and a friend goes behind my back and hurts my feelings. However, I didn't know this guy, but I'll remember his face, so when I see him in the future I'll know he can't be trusted. So, maybe it's a warning. I remember the man, more than I remember anything else in the dream. If or when I see him again, I will know not to trust him with my bluebirds.    

Video Project

It's that time of the year again; FHE film festival time! I'm a pretty gifted film editor, and like making stupid little films. This year's project is a little ambitious. For an explanation of what type of effect I want our film to have, listen to the video above and replace the question of "what is best in life?" with this question "Orin! What's the 'take-home' message of your film?" Conan says it how it is and I would like to echo his response: "to crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of the women"

I'm excited about this project, but it's taking me away from time where I could be working on my main project; my book. Progress has slowed down because I have no discipline. I will no longer allow myself to get caught up in TV shows [except for "24" on Mondays and "The Soup" on Fridays] I will no longer be distracted by video games. I will read more, think more, and create more. All will be well.

The video project happens to be a parody of "Conan" movies, gangsta rap, and possibly Zombie movies too. It's going to be fun; I spent a few hours yesterday working on a script and had a meeting with the "crew" last night. I received some great creative input; now all I have to do is convert that to a product.