Memoirs of a Goober: Why I’m Semi-Retiring As An Unpaid Movie Blogger

I’ve been writing on this blog for six years now, which is a pretty long time to do something that’s both as unimportant as it is rewarding.  If that statement doesn’t make full sense, that’s because I was never really that great of a writer.

But as I attempted to put together a collection of mini reviews for the things that I saw in the last month, and sat here on a relaxing night trying to come up with jokes for two Charlie Hunnam movies; King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (which sounds like a botched foreign translation of a better title), and Lost City of Z , I just went…  “Nahhhh, this might be it.  This might finally be it.”  You don’t have to blame Charlie Hunnam for this happening, but I’m also not telling you not to blame him.

For the last few months, I’ve had the intention to write this post *after* I went through all of 2017, making 2017 the last full year I did all of this.  But I thought, “why bother drudging it out until then?

I’m also aware that probably no one *needs* this post, and I could have just went away; but after listening to the Missing Richard Simmons podcast, I figure an explanatory goodbye is way less confusing than just dissolving into the darkness.

So, I guess I’ll reflect a little on the past six years of blogging, if you care to read it, which you probably don’t, WHICH WAS PART OF THE PROBLEM.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Film School Retrospective: 10-ish Years Later

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A recent conversation I had got me reflecting on my film school days, a subject I’ve gone back and forth in my head on as to whether it was a stupid degree or a completely enriching experience?  It could possibly be both?  Either way, I thought I’d spill all the memories and wisdom I had on my four-year odyssey as a film student before 10 more years go by and I forget everything.

So who is this post for, really?  I guess it could be for potential future film school students.  Or for former film school students looking for similarities to their experience.  Or for people just interested in learning about a kind of weird college education.  Or if you’re bored.  I don’t know, I ain’t the boss of your time.  We might only have a couple of years left on this planet, you can choose to do what you want with what you’ve got left.

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How to Out-Quote a Guy Who Quotes ‘Walden’ on His Facebook Wall

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So I recently became Facebook friends with a guy I didn’t know, but had noticed that he existed because he went to high school with my fiance, so I’d see him on her news feed.  He’s a musician type who is always posting awesome ramblings, and TONS of inspirational quotes from books and dead people in order to show off his deep side.  So, I basically needed a guy like this as a Facebook friend, just so I could get the full experience and comment on his great stuff.  I mean, none of my other friends post things like this during the Grammy Awards:

DonnyWolf_01I KNOW, RIGHT?  Anyway, last night I noticed he posted a quote from Henry David Thoreau’s Walden.  To which I simply replied with a counter quote.

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The Worst Beer Hoptacular Coverage Possible

Over the weekend I went to Beer Hoptacular, which was a ton of fun.  I got sufficiently sauced while at the same time got to delve into a whole bunch of craft beers I’ve never heard of.  There’s a good chance I’d go back next year.  However, it was a journalistic failure on my part.  Not only did I completely forget to bring my camera, but I also drunkenly lost my booklet of sloppily written notes about all of the beers I drank, somewhere on the Blue Line after the event.  Since I got tipsy and can’t really remember every little detail of what happened or what beers I drank, that booklet was the last shred of memory I had on the specifics of things.

So while I can’t rank all the beers I drank like I planned to, I do at least (kinda) remember the best beer and the worst beer.

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Movie Review: The House I Live In

I caught this documentary a few days ago at the Gene Siskel Film Center in Chicago, a place I’d never been to before, yet it felt like I was having deja vu.  It had all the elements I remember about film school auditoriums.  Awkward film students as employees, an aura of pretentiousness at every turn, the musty old seats, the selling of “movie cappuccinos”, and the guy sitting in front of me who was writing in a composition notebook at size 4 font throughout the entire film; filling page after page with incoherent handwritten nonsense like he was the killer from Se7en.  Ahhh yes, it felt horrible to be back in that environment, yet awesome to just be a guest.  It makes me wonder how many of my Class of 2006 SIU film brethren (none of whom I’ve kept any contact with), actually went on to do something film/video related?  I went towards a specialized field in this business and got a full-time video editing gig within 6 months of graduating; but half of my class thought they were the next Sam Raimi.  I don’t know where I’m going with that, but I guess I’m saying that the film student weirdo writing really small in his notebook on Sunday will probably be an awesome paralegal assistant one day.  Anyway…  I saw a documentary!

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Beer Hoptacular 2012!

 

If you live in the Chicago area, you should go to Beer Hoptacular.

What is Beer Hoptacular, you ask?  Well, that’s a good question.  Quite simply, it’s a vast showcase of many fine craft beers.  Beers you will drink the shit out of.  You can go there, have fun, and fall in love with many new brands of craft beer.  There’s also food pairing!  Think about that…  you can learn what beer to drink with certain foods for an OPTIMAL FLAVOR EXPERIENCE.  I was pretty much sold at beer and food.  But I’m a man of simple indulgences.

Not gonne lie…  One of the reasons I’m so excited to get you to come to Beer Hoptacular is that I edited the above video for them. BUT, this isn’t just some shameless self promotion of my freelance editing job…  I’m actually going to Beer Hoptacular myself, and will be covering it on this very blog [I’m going to Session 3, the Saturday night one].  But I don’t think reading about it the next day here will do it justice, really, as we lack the technology to be able to taste beer through our computer monitors.  So you’ll have to go and taste beer yourself.  I want YOU to go because I know it will be FUN.

It takes place November 9th and November 10th at Riverfront Theater in Chicago.  Tickets are on sale NOW.  They are $45.  It sold out several weeks in advance last year, so hurry up and get tickets!

I mean, you not coming means shorter beer lines for *me*, so it’s not like I’m doing myself a favor by telling you about this.  But I support fun, so I support Beer Hoptacular.

http://www.beerhoptacular.com

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Too Busy to Write!!!!!1!!!!

I know posts have been slim over here at Dinosaur Boner lately.  That’s primarily because our main contributor of content, myself, has been overflowing with work at the office.  I’ve worked many late nights to help get videos ready for an upcoming convention.  And on days when I’m not working late, I’m really tired from simply working hard.  This makes me not want to go into a writing mood when I get home from work, and mainly makes me want to just lay on the couch and play Magic the Gathering on my PS3 until I fall asleep or have to pee.  Or both.

So…  to my girlfriend, my four friends who read this blog, and our seven other readers…  I promise to start putting more (and more consistent) content up here  in the near future.  I have gleeful intent to write reviews of Men in Black III, Bernie, and the new Edward Sharpe album when I get the chance.

Thanks for making me feel slightly important enough to write this kind of message in order to not lose readers.

Scott

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An Adieu to Drunkenness: The Conclusion of My Sloshed Escapades

When I was 17, I had my very first beer. I had my very first beer I purchased, with a fake id. My name was Brian McGee. I stayed up listening to Queen. When I was 17.

Actually, I never drank in high school. I think it’s safe to say now that the only reason I was able to get super wasted for the first time was because my dad gave me a bunch of his old liquor that he didn’t want anymore. My first year of college, my friends and I got all wasted off of peach schnapps, Beefeater, and some sort of really shitty scotch whiskey. I don’t have to tell you, it was a bloodbath. I’m not sure if that particular night is documented, but I know for sure that the second time I ever got drunk, we recorded a bunch of it. It was pretty sloppy. Continue reading