Last Week I made something amazing, moar epic. I'm talking of course about the Starblazers theme song. Since then I've been flooded with old memories of evil blue dudes, Wave Motion Cannons and the coolest spaceship ever. The Argo.
But this ain't no jason and the Argonauts shit. I'm talking a full fledged WWII style sky sailing, space force battle ship.
I was lead down a path of ancillary research (maybe I should have been working, maybe I should have been eating or sleeping... but who knows.)
So with a little help from Ravenlaughs, I came up with a list of other peoples takes on this epic theme song (that anyone who saw this show as a child can probably remember word for word). Ironically enough non of these version include the use of a cowbell... who knew, guess I'm super cutting edge.
Speaking of edge I'd really like to find a punk cover of this song.
The Orchestra Approach
The Cutsie Little Girl Approach
Monkey!
But Nothing beats the original (original English version that is)
I've Dubbed this blog here at blogspot, my home and all other Samproof blogs will simply point here always and forever (or until I change my mind again - yay). Obviously I still have a hundred other blogs, but the point is that they have obvious mission statements and content requirements. However the 4 blogs I linked in the previous blog were all linked to me and a vague notion of ideals that separated them, which got muddled in time.
A recent twitter from reelfeed sent me of to the world of Wordle.net where you can get a pretty accurate look in to the Word Cloud that is http://youtube.com/samproof More so you get a glimpse in to just what exactly my brain is like - though I honestly don't think about myself so predominantly.
It's a long crazy story that led me to find this nugget. I've been going to an Improv Execution weekly to dave my friends neck from the comedic chopping block. Last night there was an upset as Judge JD Walsh (from Ultimate Improv) eliminated someone after producing a livejournal entry from his pocket in which the girl declared she had simply snuck into the game, no audition.
So being a webhead I tried to find the path, the livejournal, the guilty blog entry - hoping for some kind of car crash flash back. But instead I found this. This truly awesome accomplishment. Directed by JD Walsh and featuring several of the improv kids from the execution and Ultimate Improv.
I hope you enjoy and appreciate that and no one has to explain to you why it's good. Now back on track to sleuthing this modern day Frank Abagnale Jr.
Oh and JD Walsh - I assume if you found that girls LJ entry you're bound to find this, probably have a google alert all set up. So hi.
Once a sketch with the masters Will Ferrell and Christopher Walken, now a house hold reality. Yes you too can jazz up your favorite song with the incessant need of More Cowbell! No longer must you droll along to the percussively challenged; head over to http://www.morecowbell.dj play with a few fancy flash sliders and add Copious amounts of your favorite rectangular metal bovine bell or add some titillation with the silky voice of the continental Walken.
I've chosen a blast from my own bast, and I've got to tell you. I'm off to save the earth with 38% cowbell and 15% Walken.
I've had this blog window open for about 20 minutes.
I've been sitting in the cafe for about 2 hours.
I've done nothing. NOTHING. I have a million fucking ideas in my head and I can't find the focus to act on a single one of them.
So I thought I'd come here and and focus on my lack of focus. If you were to make a mind map of my thoughts right now, you wouldn't come back with a clever typographical design of keywords. Every single letter would break away to create it's own unique mosaic. It's pure chaos.
It's like this
Maybe worse. Probably worse.
I've felt so lathargic and burnt out lately. it's a combination or doing a million things, and having a million things I want to do. I don't get to work on nearly enough of the things I want.
I sit here with lists of lists of things to work on... Path to Publication, CastingTube, Failpire, Short Race, 15x, dash30dash, writing, novels, Gone, Here, eating, drinking, jerking off, work, sleep, Sketch writing, Video making, vlogging, blogging, twittering, plurking, Pinging, chatting, flirting, branding, promoting, talking to the community, talking to the friends, talking to the fans, answering email, answering the phone, checking voice mail, checking email, checking myself.... this list goes on. I've had voice mails on my phone for over a week. Emails on youtube for longer than I'm willing to admit.
How do you do it? How do you find the focus on a thousand projects? How do you prioritize?
I'm trying to break the week up in to days where I force myself to work on a specific project. Give it a deadline. Thing is.. this is the 5th time I've tried to make this list. It gets lost, prioritize change, interests change, life is change, change is constaint, nothing stays the same. My mind is fluid. It goes with the flow of chaotic change.
I need an army of people to help me. I wish I could just divy out portions of my mind and say "carry this out" - and um.. do it for credit, and every week... mkthxilybuhbye. Is that too much to ask?
Things keep getting complex. I start thinking things like "if I can't commit to something once a week, I can make a rotating two week schedule... on weeks A I'll work on ABC & D and weeks B I'll work on XYZ and *explode brain*"
Srsly wtf?
I've never felt so unaccomplished and burnt out all at the same time, as I have in this last month.
Well at least I can mark this off from the massive list Write blog - check twitter about writing blog - check.
This is the Official Personal blog of youtuber/video maker/author/comedian Sam Proof.
You may know him as Raz from Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! - He's also the host of the popular live streaming web show Failpire (with Co Host Natalia Reagan), the Improv Comedy team 'Donut Video' and his ever growing web presence.
Current Mission CountDown
I have until this counter reaches Zero to research companies and publish my novel 'Gone'