kay so, me and mike are making videos finally..
we need some ideas for a mini drama.
i don't even know what that means, i don't think mike really knows either.
but regardless we can't think of anything easy to make a video about that is dramatic..
Do it about Boyah! yes;
you are about to meet a person you've been talking to on the internet. Then something weird happens or something
go
Quote from: UnSid on April 06, 2009, 07:57:11 AM
you are about to meet a person you've been talking to on the internet. Then something weird happens or something
go
mike says this is a fair idea.
but not about boyah.
cause no one knows what it is.
Quote from: lacette on April 06, 2009, 10:47:39 AM
mike says this is a fair idea.
but not about boyah.
cause no one knows what it is.
I would make it like NBC's "To Catch a Predator."
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24128499/
make one about jmv's problems <3
drama just means the subject matter/plot concerns typical human interaction, not like a murder mystery or save-the-world action movie or something
do a parody of Trainspotting
Quote from: lacette on April 06, 2009, 02:25:56 PM
i wouldn't do that, it's not very nice.
sometimes we have to do that to get the things we want
Quote from: Stupid Whore/Slut and a Nymphet on April 06, 2009, 02:30:13 PM
sometimes we have to do that to get the things we want
but i don't want anything?
Make a video about the life of Bassir.
Quote from: Geno on April 06, 2009, 02:35:21 PM
Make a video about the life of Bassir.
i'm sorry but do you know how boring that would be?
Quote from: Geno on April 06, 2009, 02:35:21 PM
Make a video about the life of Bassir.
I wouldn't be able to handle the pure hubris.
Quote from: lacette on April 06, 2009, 02:35:44 PM
i'm sorry but do you know how boring that would be?
Just have someone sitting on a computer and make it last 10 minutes
Quote from: Geno on April 06, 2009, 02:36:43 PM
Just have someone sitting on a computer and make it last 10 minutes
that would be so fantastic.
Quote from: lacette on April 06, 2009, 02:37:29 PM
that would be so fantastic.
or do what my friend did for his video class and recreate the infamous JMV eating a banana video hocuspocus;
Quote from: lacette on April 06, 2009, 02:35:44 PM
i'm sorry but do you know how boring that would be?
doncha want a dramatic film |:|:|:::|
Quote from: Stupid Whore/Slut and a Nymphet on April 06, 2009, 02:42:35 PM
doncha want a dramatic film |:|:|:::|
how would it be dramatic.
it would be him sitting there, making the same face at everything.
Quote from: lacette on April 06, 2009, 02:44:54 PM
how would it be dramatic.
it would be him sitting there, making the same face at everything.
Yeah. You could like walk around him, camera pointed at his emotionless face. Every once in a while he clicks and types some stuff. Then to conclude the video he would say out loud, "Im not a weeaboo goddamn it"
Quote from: lacette on April 06, 2009, 02:44:54 PM
how would it be dramatic.
it would be him sitting there, making the same face at everything.
it will build up tension like, people will be like waiting to see what will happen until they can't take it anymore
Quote from: Walter on April 06, 2009, 02:50:19 PM
Yeah. You could like walk around him, camera pointed at his emotionless face. Every once in a while he clicks and types some stuff. Then to conclude the video he would say out loud, "Im not a weeaboo goddamn it"
you forgot the constant crying and nudity
Quote from: Stupid Whore/Slut and a Nymphet on April 06, 2009, 02:50:38 PM
it will build up tension like, people will be like waiting to see what will happen until they can't take it anymore
i suppose so.
Quote from: Geno on April 06, 2009, 02:35:21 PM
Make a video about the life of Bassir.
i laughed like fucking crazy at this
for some reason
Quote from: lacette on April 06, 2009, 02:35:44 PM
i'm sorry but do you know how boring that would be?
My parents grew up in the extremely poor country of Afghanistan, and were forced to flee their homes and leave their belongings after The Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan. They left to Pakistan where millions of Afghans fleed and lived with almost nothing, worked for almost nothing, and had almost nothing. Then, my uncle, who was in America at the time, sponsored my whole family to the United States of America. They arrived in 1990 in New York City. I was born in 1993.
I was born in Queens Hospital of New York City. I grew up in an extremely poor family, as all my uncles, aunts, grandparents, and my parents lived all under the same roof in a small three-bedroom apartment in Flushing, New York. My mother was forced to live under the oppressive culture of Afghanistan as she was tormented by her in-laws—I even witnessed her being beaten by them.
My father, at this point, was studying to begin residency in the US. For years, I, along with 12 others, were being supported by one man working as a limousine driver—my uncle—whom I never saw because he was working so hard to support us during the poor conditions. My toys were all stuff you could get at local 99c chinese stores in town.
My father finally got a position in the New York Methodist Hospital Residency Program, and my nuclear family moved to a small apartment—as the pay during residency is really bad. I had no friends but some Afghan kid who lived downstairs to play with. It was in that apartment that I got a computer. A Dell Dimension Desktop 2400. A huge piece of shit, but boy did I love it. I spent countless hours learning the ways of computers, and within a short time, I mastered it all. After three years, my father finally graduated from residency, and began working as an attending physician—with much better pay, we began renting this house that I am currently in.
My father then bought a private practice from a retiring old pediatrician in Brooklyn, and that is where he works now. We now have a very good steady income, and I can enjoy the luxuries of an Apple computer, a nice HDTV in the living room, and go-gurt.
In second grade, I was bullied by some Caucasian faggot from Long Island. Every day, countless torment and ridicule, going so far as to blaming me for calling the teacher a bitch—which I got in huge trouble for, and got out by telling the teacher I would never say that. I've never had trouble making friends, but I've had trouble showing affection. I've never liked a girl. No, I'm not gay, because I do find many many women very attractive, but I've never liked any of them.
I've never gone out with friends, and I spend most of my life indoors playing video games, browsing the internet. I've also discovered that because I am so much more intelligent than most people my age, I've invested that intelligence into my ego.
I've always come across as an asshole—something about me that I cannot control. It is for that that I have repelled many girls that have liked me, as I see it for their own good—because I'm just going to "break their heart."
I will probably be lonely forever.
Bassir, you might want to consider psychological counseling.
yawn
Quote from: Bassir on April 06, 2009, 03:28:18 PM
Aww, so your repellent personality conflicts with your desires causing you to be depressed. <3
Let's hope that you don't get crazy like JMV and unsuccessfully tried to damageyour endocrine system <3
Quote from: Stupid Whore/Slut and a Nymphet on April 06, 2009, 04:20:49 PM
Let's hope that you don't get crazy like JMV and unsuccessfully tried to damageyour endocrine system <3
I promise. I won't.
Quote from: Bassir on April 06, 2009, 04:23:50 PM
I promise. I won't.
That's what they all say until they become trapped and spiral down. n___n
Quote from: Bassir on April 06, 2009, 03:28:18 PM
[spoiler]My parents grew up in the extremely poor country of Afghanistan, and were forced to flee their homes and leave their belongings after The Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan. They left to Pakistan where millions of Afghans fleed and lived with almost nothing, worked for almost nothing, and had almost nothing. Then, my uncle, who was in America at the time, sponsored my whole family to the United States of America. They arrived in 1990 in New York City. I was born in 1993.
I was born in Queens Hospital of New York City. I grew up in an extremely poor family, as all my uncles, aunts, grandparents, and my parents lived all under the same roof in a small three-bedroom apartment in Flushing, New York. My mother was forced to live under the oppressive culture of Afghanistan as she was tormented by her in-lawsââ,¬â€ťI even witnessed her being beaten by them.
My father, at this point, was studying to begin residency in the US. For years, I, along with 12 others, were being supported by one man working as a limousine driverââ,¬â€ťmy uncleââ,¬â€ťwhom I never saw because he was working so hard to support us during the poor conditions. My toys were all stuff you could get at local 99c chinese stores in town.
My father finally got a position in the New York Methodist Hospital Residency Program, and my nuclear family moved to a small apartmentââ,¬â€ťas the pay during residency is really bad. I had no friends but some Afghan kid who lived downstairs to play with. It was in that apartment that I got a computer. A Dell Dimension Desktop 2400. A huge piece of shit, but boy did I love it. I spent countless hours learning the ways of computers, and within a short time, I mastered it all. After three years, my father finally graduated from residency, and began working as an attending physicianââ,¬â€ťwith much better pay, we began renting this house that I am currently in.
My father then bought a private practice from a retiring old pediatrician in Brooklyn, and that is where he works now. We now have a very good steady income, and I can enjoy the luxuries of an Apple computer, a nice HDTV in the living room, and go-gurt.
In second grade, I was bullied by some Caucasian faggot from Long Island. Every day, countless torment and ridicule, going so far as to blaming me for calling the teacher a bitchââ,¬â€ťwhich I got in huge trouble for, and got out by telling the teacher I would never say that. I've never had trouble making friends, but I've had trouble showing affection. I've never liked a girl. No, I'm not gay, because I do find many many women very attractive, but I've never liked any of them.
I've never gone out with friends, and I spend most of my life indoors playing video games, browsing the internet. I've also discovered that because I am so much more intelligent than most people my age, I've invested that intelligence into my ego.
I've always come across as an assholeââ,¬â€ťsomething about me that I cannot control. It is for that that I have repelled many girls that have liked me, as I see it for their own goodââ,¬â€ťbecause I'm just going to "break their heart."
I will probably be lonely forever.[/spoiler]
It's like the modern day Oliver Twist!
Quote from: Tupac Shakur on April 06, 2009, 05:12:53 PM
What the... ? psyduck;
I'm 15. Old news. Becoming 16 this year.
Quote from: Bassir on April 06, 2009, 03:28:18 PM
[spoiler]My parents grew up in the extremely poor country of Afghanistan, and were forced to flee their homes and leave their belongings after The Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan. They left to Pakistan where millions of Afghans fleed and lived with almost nothing, worked for almost nothing, and had almost nothing. Then, my uncle, who was in America at the time, sponsored my whole family to the United States of America. They arrived in 1990 in New York City. I was born in 1993.
I was born in Queens Hospital of New York City. I grew up in an extremely poor family, as all my uncles, aunts, grandparents, and my parents lived all under the same roof in a small three-bedroom apartment in Flushing, New York. My mother was forced to live under the oppressive culture of Afghanistan as she was tormented by her in-lawsââ,¬â€ťI even witnessed her being beaten by them.
My father, at this point, was studying to begin residency in the US. For years, I, along with 12 others, were being supported by one man working as a limousine driverââ,¬â€ťmy uncleââ,¬â€ťwhom I never saw because he was working so hard to support us during the poor conditions. My toys were all stuff you could get at local 99c chinese stores in town.
My father finally got a position in the New York Methodist Hospital Residency Program, and my nuclear family moved to a small apartmentââ,¬â€ťas the pay during residency is really bad. I had no friends but some Afghan kid who lived downstairs to play with. It was in that apartment that I got a computer. A Dell Dimension Desktop 2400. A huge piece of shit, but boy did I love it. I spent countless hours learning the ways of computers, and within a short time, I mastered it all. After three years, my father finally graduated from residency, and began working as an attending physicianââ,¬â€ťwith much better pay, we began renting this house that I am currently in.
My father then bought a private practice from a retiring old pediatrician in Brooklyn, and that is where he works now. We now have a very good steady income, and I can enjoy the luxuries of an Apple computer, a nice HDTV in the living room, and go-gurt.
In second grade, I was bullied by some Caucasian faggot from Long Island. Every day, countless torment and ridicule, going so far as to blaming me for calling the teacher a bitchââ,¬â€ťwhich I got in huge trouble for, and got out by telling the teacher I would never say that. I've never had trouble making friends, but I've had trouble showing affection. I've never liked a girl. No, I'm not gay, because I do find many many women very attractive, but I've never liked any of them.
I've never gone out with friends, and I spend most of my life indoors playing video games, browsing the internet. I've also discovered that because I am so much more intelligent than most people my age, I've invested that intelligence into my ego.
I've always come across as an assholeââ,¬â€ťsomething about me that I cannot control. It is for that that I have repelled many girls that have liked me, as I see it for their own goodââ,¬â€ťbecause I'm just going to "break their heart."
I will probably be lonely forever.[/spoiler]
That wouldn't be boring, but it's not much more interesting in a movie than most of our lives. You need more twists and turns and ups and downs, because most of us have gone through just as much stuff as you, except without the minorities.
Quote from: Veal on April 06, 2009, 05:59:36 PM
That wouldn't be boring, but it's not much more interesting in a movie than most of our lives. You need more twists and turns and ups and downs, because most of us have gone through just as much stuff as you, except without the minorities.
I was banned at NSider a lot. Does that count as adversity?
Quote from: Slim on April 06, 2009, 06:01:20 PM
I was banned at NSider a lot. Does that count as adversity?
I'd certainly say so.
Quote from: Slim on April 06, 2009, 06:01:20 PM
I was banned at NSider a lot. Does that count as adversity?
uh why haven't you written a book yet?
Quote from: Veal on April 06, 2009, 06:06:00 PM
uh why haven't you written a book yet?
i'd rather not recall all those memories. it's just too painful. ;___;
Quote from: Slim on April 06, 2009, 06:12:25 PM
i'd rather not recall all those memories. it's just too painful. ;___;
i'll do it then, based on your story.
Quote from: Veal on April 06, 2009, 06:15:21 PM
i'll do it then, based on your story.
i want to be compensated if it ever gets published or turned into a movie.
Quote from: Bassir on April 06, 2009, 05:52:35 PM
I'm 15. Old news. Becoming 16 this year.
I know that now, but...
I thought you'd have been older than me.
Quote from: Slim on April 06, 2009, 06:36:45 PM
i want to be compensated if it ever gets published or turned into a movie.
I'll be sure to give you a good spanking.
Quote from: Veal on April 06, 2009, 07:09:39 PM
I'll be sure to give you a good spanking.
uh compensated monetarily not sexually :\