What's up guys? I'm just sitting here eating one of my favorite things in the world: buffalo chicken strips. Sometimes the eating of buffalo chicken makes me ponder life. Tonight I am thinking about night. Isn't it so weird how day becomes night and vice versa? What if this phenomenon is something completely different from what scientists are telling us? Sure saying that the world's rotation causes it is a very logical explanation, but I can't help but think that there's more to it than they're letting on. What if what we see as a planet is really something else; something smaller in a much bigger system. A system that might be useful by something else. Maybe we are a cell in the brain of another organism that is so big we can't even process it. What if changes from day to night are nothing more than a cycle of dimensional changes that our world undergoes? Sometimes I think that this whole place is ran by other beings. Maybe aliens. Or maybe they're not aliens, maybe they're natives who have been here longer than us, and maybe they created us. It's hard not to see the similarities between humans and robots. We are all just biological robots, even down to the way our brains work. Information is downloaded, people are programmed certain ways. It's very strange. It's hard for me to live my life knowing there's so much mystery out there, and a possible harsh truth, and that I may never know really what it is. Maybe I should just keep eating buffalo chicken and figure it out.

Work Sucks. So What Else Is New?

     Second week of the new job. Betcha didn't know I had a new job, did you? Being awesome doesn't mean that you don't have to work. So thoughts on my new job...it kind of sucks. I mean, it's a retail job, but one of the highest-end retail stores out there. We sell a lot of electronics and new technology. I landed a job in the Home Theater department, of all places at a sales consultant. Unfortunately, I don't know very much about Home Theater at all. So far, training has been very minimal. I did a lot of computer training that teaches you the theory of certain things, but theory only goes so far. Now I'm on the floor shadowing somebody. It's the same guy every night this week, and I gotta tell you, this guys has some problems. He has some serious anger issues. He acts like his life is just one big ball of misery. When one of the managers brought me to him my first day and told him I was going to be shadowing him, he rolled his eyes and looked pissed off, like it was the biggest inconvenience in the world to have me following him. I have a really hard time being around people like that. He gets angry really easily, curses under his breath a lot, mumbles, walks off and leaves me places, and gives me little to no information or advice that would help me work in a department that I am relatively clueless about. So training = screwed, and I have to fend for myself. Believe me, he's not the only person who acts like a dick there either. Overall, the whole experience has made me just want to walk out the door and find something better. I can't do that though. I have to have a place by the end of the summer and I need a stable income. Otherwise, I've heard pretty good things about the employees there before I worked there, but now I'm just like....wow. I definitely deserve better than that. I'm not stupid, however, if I'm not trained properly, I'm not going to be an asset at all. So basically, that's what's been going on with me lately. I know nobody reads these, but it feels good to write them. It's good therapy.

Signed Artists Don't Own Their Music

Signed Artists Don't Own Their Music

I was taking a little walk today and jamming to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs first album, and I began to think a little bit. I was reveling about how much I loved the record (Fever to Tell), and how I slightly envied the band because I wish I could rock as hard as them and write such awesome songs. One thought led to another, and it dawned on me that artists and bands who work under a record label don’t truly own their own music. They don’t…I mean, do they? It belongs to the record label. It’s kind of confusing me, because how could one say they OWN music? I mean, sure you can say that you own a cd or record, which is a mass-produced piece of plastic that contains the music data, but music is music. You don’t have to pay to sing a song or play a melody on your keyboard. How do you put a price on something you can only hear, and how can you say you own it when you didn’t create it? I guess fame in the music industry has a lot of downfalls. They’ll make you famous, promote you, and maybe even make you rich in some cases, but your music becomes a product rather than an art, and it no longer fully belongs to you. If my work ever becomes known, I will be fully responsible for distributing and marketing and stuff like that, Even though very few listen to my songs, and they’re mostly in a rough, lo-fi demo format, since I have no resources, I’m proud to say that they’re fully mine. I hope one day that record companies become obsolete, and artists can discover new ways to make it on their own. It works like this at a lot of places. In this world, it’s really hard to say you don’t work under somebody, meaning that your work belongs to them. When it comes to something I love as much as music, to me, it’s a sad story to create something great and then not have the rights to it.

Here's to never growing up

     Adulthood sucks. I wish I could have stayed a kid forever, but at the same time have all the freedoms of an adult or something, even though that sounds totally unrealistic. For a lot of people, declaring yourself an adult means surrendering a part of yourself.  I don't know how much beef I've gotten for still playing video games, being imaginative, and thinking of wild and fantasy-like scenarios. I'm sometimes embarrassed to admit my dreams of becoming a musical artist or an actor, or a film director or game developer one day, because those things feel less realistic with the passing of each year, and I don't like telling people that these are things I love, because I don't want to hear criticism about getting a "real job." If you're lucky enough, sometimes you can get paid to do shiz like that. Most people aren't that lucky, or they just give up, which I never want to do. But  even as I approach my twenty-fifth birthday, I can feel the child in me slowly fading away, being replaced by something so mundane and painfully grounded in reality. I try to hold on to this wondrously imaginative and passionate part of me, and as it goes further away, slipping from my fingers, I become more and more bitter and lose touch of who I am. I've realized that this is me growing up. I feel less passion for the things I once loved, because so much wonder has been taken out of them, and as I get older, the thought of one day achieving them becomes further away. Hopefully if I believe in them enough and take actions, I can make them happen. Until then, I'll keep looking for a way into Neverland. I can't imagine being trapped in a 9-5 job routine doing something I don't like and am not passionate about, and doing absolutely nothing to leave a legacy or mark on the world. That is my biggest fear in life.

Why people will always hate Remakes and Sequels of Classic Films

     There is one thing that is really kind of messed up about somebody making a remake or sequel to a classic movie. Example: the Wizard of Oz and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It's the fact that people will ALWAYS compare it to the original film, and not the source material itself. Believe me, the newer Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,  you know, the one starring Johnny Depp? It's much closer to the book than the classic version was, yet there was so many people who complained that the movie was so different from the older film. If we were to take the classic film out of the equation, people would say, "What a great adaption to the book! That was the point of Tim Burton's version, to serve as a better adaption to the book, and not a remake to the old movie, which was based off of a book. It got beef because of that. I haven't seen the new Oz movie either, but I hear a lot of complaints that it's not as good as the original Wizard of Oz film, even though that wasn't the point to begin with anyway., since Oz was a book series before it was a film as well. My point is, be open-minded, and stop shutting yourself off to a good experience just because you want to constantly compare. Another example is the Psycho remake. That did TERRIBLE, because it was JUST LIKE the old movie. As far as I can tell, a remake it not allowed to be just like the original, and it's not allowed to be different, at the same time. Geez. People are harsh. When I watch a remake, I try to watch it as its own thing, and I judge it based off of if it's a good movie while still being somewhat true to the original. People are just closed-minded about things, and I get tired of hearing "purists" because that word really just means "biased" and "won't accept change" in my book.

The Bum Bitch of the South

     I've been a tried and true bum lately. Hmmm, well, some might call it being a bum. I call it a vacation, even if it is a two-month vacation. I have my reasons, I suppose, but I'm not gonna go into that. My theory is that, as professor Oak says, There is a time and place for everything. At least I think that's what he says. I know one of the professors in Pokemon say something along those lines when you try to use an item that you can't use. I'm taking it easy right now, and when the time comes, I will get off my candy-coated ass and I will make some money or do something productive.

The Rock Star who Isn't Famous Yet

Hey all. This is Vinny. I usually refer to myself as "The Lackluster Luminary" or "The Rock Star who Isn't Famous Yet," but those are just tags. I'm really just a normal guy trying to make it in this vicious slasher movie killer of a place. These are my reflections of the world and every day life.
          Just to tell you a little bit about me, I'm 24 years young. I'm a rock star, but not many people really know that yet, mainly because of the fact that it's in my head. I love to act, sing, and I feel that I was born to entertain people. Due to a terrible amount of crippling stage fright, my experience is pretty much just limited to karaoke. Oh well! I'll get there! I know I have all the potential in the world, and I can do anything. Hell, I could take over the world if I wanted to, but that might not be such a good thing, hehe. This blog was invented to express my everyday thoughts and reflections. Some of them are very strange, some of them you will disagree with. You see, I'm a free thinker. I have a really open mind, and it sometimes isn't a good thing because I like things that others don't. I can usually find the deeper meaning in things. I try to stay positive about things, but sometimes people and things just piss me off. Oh well! See ya! Oh, by the way, here is a link to my music site, if you wanna hear the tunes I work on. They're all rough, but oh well! http://www.reverbnation.com/VinnySplendor