I accidentally started a cult.
Or, should I say, cults… if you consider the fandom that surrounded The Devil’s Carnival and Repo!
But this time, I mean an actual – – cult…
Well, wait. Let’s rewind and put this in context.
Firstly, this is my blog. I have been randomly, and not frequently updating it. This is a home for my thought vomit. What will follow are my ramblings. This space helps me make sense on the senseless. I keep this journal for myself, so in five years I can look back at moments that have moved me and try to better understand them.
At this point in my career I have done hundreds, if not thousands of interviews.
The one question inevitably that is always asked being a horror director is “ What truly scares you? “
A lot of times in interviews I skirt hard hitting questions, I think of some clever sidestep and focus the interview on what I want to talk about and not what the interviewer is actually asking…
This past week, I jumped off a waterfall, swam in turquoise water, rode in a plane, helicopter, raft, and bus… I battled snakes, faced fears, got blackout drunk. I hiked the Grand Canyon, rafted the Colorado, played football, beat the camp in horseshoes. I slept outside for seven straight nights and removed sand from cracks in my body I didn’t know existed… I was the hottest I have even been, and moments later, the coldest I have ever been. I thought I was going to die, almost did a couple of times, and had an infection so bad that I had to have a tooth removed…
If you are following me on any social networking sites, odds are you have seen the countless pictures I have been posting from The Vans Warped Tour.
Last week, Emilie Autumn and I, with about 15 others, set off on the road for an incredible journey that no series of photos can accurately define. What started out as an experiment turned to an EXPERIENCE and ended in an adventure of discovery, friendship, and more importantly, inspiration.
I have a secret… My Birthday is on Saturday. I will be 35, going on ancient. This Birthday will probably be the hardest Birthday I will have suffered through, not because I feel any older, but because I realized an entire year has passed and I didn’t know it. I didn’t realize it…
HOW DO YOU MEASURE TIME?
A stopwatch? A clock? A calendar?
I don’t have a traditional job… I don’t wake up at a traditional hour, and I don’t go to sleep at a traditional time… Friday is no more exciting to me than Monday… Every day of the week has the same importance as the one that came before or after. Call it a champagne problem of being a director, or that of not having a job.
Maybe when I was younger, the idea of not having a 9-5 would … Read More »