<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340</id><updated>2009-10-31T20:39:47.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MMJ Presents</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a shy guy at first but the real me, isn't so bad. I'm pretty out going. Into the casual scenarios, a non smoker and drinker but do party when I need to. Overall not a bad person to have around. Oh and if this is your first time checking out my blogs, log on to www.mmjstandasone.com or YouTube.com and look for my material, just enter MMJoe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-4376467976128294220</id><published>2009-10-31T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:39:47.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imported Affairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/Su0Bov9g19I/AAAAAAAAACc/9xhfa5CLPtw/s1600-h/Bullets-Credits-Border.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/Su0Bov9g19I/AAAAAAAAACc/9xhfa5CLPtw/s320/Bullets-Credits-Border.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398973327867959250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what a difference a few months make. I must say a lot of things are happening right now. Currently I have been working on my first feature. It's been really interesting and quite the headache. The interesting part is the two leads. I don't think they have the slightest clue how serious this production is to me. The fact in the matter is that certain things happen cause they were meant to happen that way. I try not to read into things anymore but its just been interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing I can say about myself is that I can be persistent but having a good cast, aside from the leads, is a bit helpful. I have manage to stay productive. I don't know it seems sometimes I feel like this film will not get done but sometimes I feel the total opposite. Only time will truly tell me if the effort was worth it. Although I must confess that I feel, actually I know, that God is truly on my side. I know that regardless of whatever reason everything will work itself out in the end. I'm truly looking forward to seeing the outcome of this. Ah, it's only going to get even more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Saenz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-4376467976128294220?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/4376467976128294220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=4376467976128294220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/4376467976128294220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/4376467976128294220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2009/10/imported-affairs.html' title='Imported Affairs'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/Su0Bov9g19I/AAAAAAAAACc/9xhfa5CLPtw/s72-c/Bullets-Credits-Border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-8069895178296818279</id><published>2009-04-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:25:20.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come</title><content type='html'>I've been chasing dreams for a bit over 4 years now. And can honestly say I've given it my all, committed to the idea but now reality is slowly setting in. I need to get a job, I need to play catch up, and mostly I need to wake up. I'm not saying is over but maybe I'm just getting restless. I always believed that if you gave it your all, in the end you would get some sort of results. Not here, not me. Perhaps its Florida or perhaps its my body of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just.... not sure how I feel right now. I have a few weeks left in me. I've run out of funds but not out of ideas. Part of me wants to leave in June, once my lease is up. The only thing that's holding me here are really my associates. I have a few friends but I can always make new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what lies ahead but I am certain about finding my way out of my own sinking whole. I'll be turning 29 later this month. Maybe I'm just reflecting, maybe when it comes down to it. The bullshit talker is tired of bullshitting himself. I just need/want a break. A break that will change the outcome of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I'm not sure what lies ahead for this is uncertain. What I do know is? Maybe it's just time for me to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Saenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMJoe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Sanchez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-8069895178296818279?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/8069895178296818279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=8069895178296818279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/8069895178296818279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/8069895178296818279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-has-come.html' title='The Time Has Come'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-8647769634222451274</id><published>2009-03-13T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:58:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Faith or Destiny</title><content type='html'>I find myself at a crossing point. My life hasn't made much sense since my departure or wishful thinking. Actually since our union back in late October. However I'm back on track now. I have to say. Back to doing what Joe does best, helping other filmmakers, artist, etc. I'm no longer holding on to false hopes or empty promises. Actually I didn't make any promises that particularly had to do with me. Most of the promises were primarily focusing on her. I know now that she wasn't my mate. My one and only. Only a stepping stone to getting back to the righteous path. Whatever that may be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my horoscope yesterday and this is what it said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One often meets one’s destiny on the road taken to avoid it,” says a French proverb. Sometimes, in fact, you can’t even get properly aligned with your highest potential unless you try to escape it. Only by seeking an alternate route are you led into the circumstances that ultimately activate the fullness of your gifts. These mysteries will soon have personal meaning for you. Upcoming plot twists will lead you to where you didn’t even know you needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which frankly means that this or that was meant to happen. Hence the phrase "Everything happens for a reason." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet some interesting people throughout out lifetime and some stay with us. While some we just forget. Some we change and some we regret ever knowing. I believe that it was "faith" that we met but it wasn't my "destiny".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-8647769634222451274?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/8647769634222451274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=8647769634222451274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/8647769634222451274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/8647769634222451274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-faith-or-destiny.html' title='Is it Faith or Destiny'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-6067819609764163502</id><published>2009-03-11T01:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:12:34.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Failed</title><content type='html'>Life is about simple choices. Simple necessities, perhaps even about simple needs. For the last few days I've been trying to make sense of my "something else entirely" and that's pretty much what she was. Now I've spoken to several different men to make sense of her nonsense and it pretty much comes down to a simple choice. She was a taker and I was a giver. I gave, and gave, and gave till I finally decided I wanted something in return. The taker didn't see it this way. She had an idea, a plan. A road to success. A road that to me was taking too long. I grew impatient, I walked away. She understood, so I thought. I let her back in. She walked away again. Destiny intervene and she walked back in once more. Somehow this time it was the last time and we grew apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we failed because we wanted different things for one. For two she wasn't exactly what I wanted. She was what I needed but not quite suited to make me happy. She did in the beginning but in time we just or I did not submit. I suppose that's the best way to describe it. I see my ex as a tumbleweed blowing through the wind. Unaware of where she's heading as she tumbles through life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that I'm happy for her. It bothers me and it will continue to bother me that she's with someone else but at least he's someone more deserving. In the end she was making me hate her. I didn't understand why she was being the way she was. I figure now that it was mainly because she was unhappy with me. Which I understand because she was so used to getting her way that when I finally decided that I wasn't going to take it from the taker. She didn't understand why I wanted her to give back. She was very "needy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons why I think it all fell apart in the end. For one, I pushed her out of my life.  For two, I was using her for sex. And finally, she just wasn't the one. Time and time and again I tried so hard to accommodate but somewhere in the back of my mind I wasn't happy with her. I did  give her a lot of me and made her into the women that she is now but overall she wasn't suited for me. It's like trying to convince yourself that you belong to someone but you know in your heart that you really don't. Especially when a lot of bullshit is going on around you to make you aware of this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in serious pain right now. I finally realize why you shouldn't meddle with things you do not know. Why some things change and mostly how God truly works. I'll take the best parts of the relationship. The beginning, the giving, the love, the involvement and the bound that at one point made us whole. Pieces of me remain with her and pieces of her remain with me. I finally came clean about her, about how I truly felt about her. She wasn't quite what I wanted. I'm not even sure why God figured I would be best suited for this rare situation, this moment in time that will live forever in memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about choices, simple choices. Lesson learn, point made. Lets move on shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-6067819609764163502?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/6067819609764163502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=6067819609764163502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/6067819609764163502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/6067819609764163502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-we-failed.html' title='Why We Failed'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-6218778009578349301</id><published>2009-03-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:15:47.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye at Last</title><content type='html'>I finally lost my on and off again relationship. For the last 14 months I was involved in one of those bouncy relationships. She was very special to me, for you see she was my first. It's hard to describe how I truly felt about her. Now I knew I loved her but not as much as she did me. I can honestly say that. That's the funny thing about loving an older woman. She knew what she wanted but me, I had no clue. I thought I did but I was wrong. To experience someone like that, that devoted, that loving, well I just hope I find it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew when the relationship started to go sour.  Heck I even road a story about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6nCX8IQKzRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6nCX8IQKzRs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all there in black and white. Now a lot of my friends told me that I needed to let her go long before I ever did. I just couldn't live with the pain of knowing that I had failed her. In the end we did try but we just kept fighting. Part of the reason was because I had outgrown her. Slowly I had begun to let her go. I think however when she finally did. that's really when she found happiness once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's with someone else now, someone more compatible. Someone more suited for her. Part of me would love to have her back but I know in my heart of hearts that we are done. I used to think I was the ying to her yang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, this whole time I wanted her to be free, to be happy, to just be, because I just couldn't help her find that comfort zone anymore. I suppose once you loose it, you just can't get it back. Looking back at it now I have a few regrets and I made a couple of sacrifices but in the end it just came down to a five letter word. TRUST; we didn't have it. And without that you really can't have anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 4th 2006 - March 4th 2009 Thanks for the memories "D". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-6218778009578349301?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/6218778009578349301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=6218778009578349301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/6218778009578349301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/6218778009578349301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-bye-at-last.html' title='Good Bye at Last'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-9096165008960592890</id><published>2008-09-15T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:24:03.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partners'/><title type='text'>The X- Factor</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when you’re ready to move on, you really aren’t? Or is it the fact that maybe pieces of you still remain a part of that certain someone. It’s funny how love is or works. One moment you think you have everything but it’s not precisely it. The everything you been searching for. The funny thing about LOVE is you try to convince yourself that perhaps if you would have done something different, things would have works out. That’s just it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is about compromise but how much are you willing to give up to find mutual ground. Then there’s the whole “lets remain friends” scenario. This scenario works out to a great degree, especially with the whole “friends with benefits” type of thing. However if you’re not really this type of guy then emotions start to get thrown in the mix and then eventually, slowly but surely, things get back to "Why you broke up in the first place." Thus the truth remains you’re still in LOVE with this person but you know that nothing will ever make it work out again. Maybe you just outgrew each other or just got tired of one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole male and female thing is complicated. A lot of men can stay friends with their ex’s and even have friends that are females but a lot of those men also end up sleeping with them from time to time. Perhaps it’s just me being naïve but I always thought that one can remain friends with a female and just keep it strictly platonic. I think that’s just it, the X factor, the fact that she was the first to ever get too close, so close that we became more. As time progressed however things just fell apart. I sit here and wonder, sometimes, how did it all go wrong, a lot of it of course is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see when you get involved with an older woman its all or nothing. You either give them everything that you are or you just aren’t giving enough. I just wanted something to call my own and that’s when the problems began. I know how the saying goes “You give a little, to get a little.” It’s vice versa. Things fall apart, something had to give. Perhaps one day I’ll be ready and willing to make that type of commitment or sacrifice. I was willing but not as much as I thought I was. LOVE is really confusing but in the game of love there really are no rules, especially when it comes to the X factor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-9096165008960592890?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/9096165008960592890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=9096165008960592890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/9096165008960592890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/9096165008960592890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2008/09/x-factor.html' title='The X- Factor'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-8899546366460828141</id><published>2008-09-15T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:11:15.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD Pulse - Promo Video</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually currently producing a webseries and I already had my first conflict. I basically had to get rid of one of the lead actors. The debate was the promo that was cut for it. He pretty much told me I had no business cutting my own material and that I should hire someone else. I did see what he meant by the video being too blue but I thought his approach was a little to out of line. Below is the blue promo and below that is a link to a more "natural, easy on the eyes" promo that's found on my nextcat.com page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1687970&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1687970&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1687970?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1687970"&gt;DEAD Pulse - Promo Vid&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user672327?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1687970"&gt;Joe Sanchez&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=1687970"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PROMO 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nextcat.com/mmjoe"&gt;http://www.nextcat.com/mmjoe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-8899546366460828141?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/8899546366460828141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=8899546366460828141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/8899546366460828141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/8899546366460828141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2008/09/dead-pulse-promo-video.html' title='DEAD Pulse - Promo Video'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-5571861617112848161</id><published>2008-09-15T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:54:35.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><title type='text'>My Art Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/SM6TM1KCX4I/AAAAAAAAABg/PggJ5O9mCCM/s1600-h/ImageBGG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246292464570097538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/SM6TM1KCX4I/AAAAAAAAABg/PggJ5O9mCCM/s320/ImageBGG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/SM6TBg_DfDI/AAAAAAAAABY/b458Oy8Uaac/s1600-h/ImageRed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246292270176762930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/SM6TBg_DfDI/AAAAAAAAABY/b458Oy8Uaac/s320/ImageRed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/SM6S1ua0-YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rMmShZzV0Go/s1600-h/ImageBW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246292067624483202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/SM6S1ua0-YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rMmShZzV0Go/s320/ImageBW.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-5571861617112848161?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/5571861617112848161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=5571861617112848161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/5571861617112848161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/5571861617112848161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-art-work.html' title='My Art Work'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/SM6TM1KCX4I/AAAAAAAAABg/PggJ5O9mCCM/s72-c/ImageBGG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-1610912260733274700</id><published>2008-02-03T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:41:41.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIllion Dollar Ads (Classic Article)</title><content type='html'>It's super bowl Sunday again, thus you know what that means? This is the time that big corporate merchandisers spend their big bucks. I don't know about the rest of you but I'm not much of a sports fan. I catch an occasional game here and there but no, sport watching isn't for me. However come super bowl time, the commercial breaks do get a little on the pecuilar side. Aside from the half time show, sports enthusias look forward to those one minute spots that have become part of the traditional playing field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget the MIller Light girls brawling it out or those pesky Budweiser frogs? Commercials in general suck but when you stick a price tag that can cost you as much as trump building on a sunny day. Entertainment we must, in advertisers we trust. On average a company spends over 500 thousand dollars on advertising but that scale tips a bit once the big game comes into play, no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently it cost about 2.7 million dollars for one thirty second ad. Makes you think, why would Pepsi believe we care what Brtiney drinks or for that matter what P.Diddy or Carson Daly swallow up. Sure Adrian Brody looks stylish walking around with that Diet Coke in hand and Mrs. Urban can sell us a perfume anytime, right because really I don't know what the hell she's selling in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price tag also means that big Hollywood directors can jump into the field anytime. Most recently David Fitcher, SEVEN, directed Pitt in the now famous Heineken ad. You know the one where he's on the phone fetching a ride at the end. This ironically added more questions to his divorce from Jennifer Aniston. The Coen Brothers directed one and so has Spielberg, no, not really, but E.T. did make an appearance on the last game of the millennium.  Of course we all have to thank Ridley Scott for kicking things off with his masterpiece at the time, the famous Macintosh commercial. The one that features a running heroin that hurls a sledgehammer at a giant monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't understand why pay such a price. Sure they can keep us around till the game resumes. However does the product actually sell? Do we know what the product actually is? Million dollar commercials can only mean one thing, stop procrastinating and start participating. Shoot I think I should take my own advice. Give me a million dollars and I'll give you an ad you won't forget. One that will feature credits at both ends, with a great story and longer they your avearge thirty second ad. I can guarente you that the product will sell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-1610912260733274700?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/1610912260733274700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=1610912260733274700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/1610912260733274700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/1610912260733274700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2008/02/million-dollar-ads-classic-article.html' title='MIllion Dollar Ads (Classic Article)'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-6777868165239391768</id><published>2007-01-02T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:35:52.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015656916493012674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/RZsxZDbMDsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-jDxFkxmvsE/s320/shoe1_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/RZsxzzbMDtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FFO464kq1Vg/s1600-h/shoe2_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015657376054513362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/RZsxzzbMDtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FFO464kq1Vg/s320/shoe2_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015657504903532258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/RZsx7TbMDuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mjMgH7fgVEk/s320/shoe3_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-6777868165239391768?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/6777868165239391768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=6777868165239391768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/6777868165239391768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/6777868165239391768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='The Shoe'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bGiBI449qK8/RZsxZDbMDsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-jDxFkxmvsE/s72-c/shoe1_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-3965632948658335377</id><published>2006-12-27T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T20:47:29.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Induced Thoughts (Read if you dare)</title><content type='html'>I find myself in a very complex state of mine. Does my opinion matter, who knows, fuck who cares? I made it this far but is anybody really following me? The question still remains am I a filmmaker, sure I’ve manage to produce a couple of shorts but they haven’t been worthy of any noble recognitions. On top of that I’m not really part of any social groups. I got ideas, plenty of them but are they worth anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s just me; maybe there’s that part of me that want to be part of that majority. Majority what? Audience. I suppose that’s it. Then again why shouldn’t it be? Isn’t that why we get into this in the first place? Someone once said build an audience but what exactly are we trying to build here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about voicing ones opinion, fuck building an audience. Yes, I know, it’s a little bit of both. Your ideas have to be interesting enough to hold an audience. Shit who wants to sit through something they find rather duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what works and what doesn’t, that’s the real question here. Currently I entered this contest. It’s divided into three sections, actors, actresses, and directors. The directors have to choose from three different scenes and must produce one. Well as it turns out most directors think alike because so far there have been six of us producing the same scene. Which you can check it out here; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.grouper.com/video/MediaDetails.aspx?id=1676699&amp;ml=fi%3d%26fu%3d1714726&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; and the competition is going on here &lt;a href="http://www.livemansion.com/"&gt;http://www.livemansion.com&lt;/a&gt; Hey I’m just trying to be fair. So far the most glamorous have ranked up the most points. I get it but is that really what my shorts are missing? I’m more of a story telling filmmaker, or maybe that’s just it? The stories aren’t good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by the model “Do what you can, with what you got.” And maybe that’s it. This model can’t be applied to my material, but it must. If I had the toys my material could be ten times better. Boy do the toys make a difference. Simplicity in its simplest form can’t be as complex as I wished it be. The most simplistic thing I wish I could get rid of is the look. That image being captured with my mini dv camcorder. That look alone would make the feel of the film better, not so much better but more convincing perhaps or maybe I’m just being to hard on myself. Oh well. Whatever look, feel, it has it might just mean one thing. What I represent, what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which really means that I am, might just be, part of this Indie scene? Who knows and really who seems to care. See there I’m back where I started. Hey like I wrote at the beginning of this, sometimes you just have to question your own judgment. I don’t know where I’m heading but this path I’m on keeps getting interesting by the minute. We all get to a point where we question ourselves and just want an immediate response but it doesn’t work like that, not in this business, profession, artist expression. You gotta have two things, one, a shit load of patience and two, a stack of good ideas. I got ideas, plenty of them, but patience? I guess I’m just gonna keep doing what I’m doing till I get it right. Heck its’ got me this far, whatever that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-3965632948658335377?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/3965632948658335377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=3965632948658335377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/3965632948658335377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/3965632948658335377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2006/12/boredom-induced-thoughts-read-if-you.html' title='Boredom Induced Thoughts (Read if you dare)'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-116702126604595123</id><published>2006-12-24T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:34:26.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>What's the deal with them? A man and or woman show up at church and confess their sins, only to turn around and go out and commit more sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me confessions should be a great way to catch one at a lie. Set up an appointment, that's another thing, it should be by appointment only. Why does the priest have to deal with such and such longer then the common man? "Sorry Bob, your time is up, see you next week you sinful bastard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the priest should have Bob's love ones listening in on the whole thing, wouldn't that make it a bit interesting, at least I think so. "Father I cheated on my wife last week with the service." "Well gees Bob what's a matter with Barbara, speaking of which, Barbara did you hear that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-116702126604595123?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/116702126604595123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=116702126604595123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/116702126604595123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/116702126604595123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2006/12/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-116631518384243433</id><published>2006-12-16T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T16:26:23.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Peachy</title><content type='html'>Does that term even make sense? What exactly is peachy about it? I know I love peaches but to say life is peachy, hmmm. What type of assumption is that? Why can’t life be like a nice pear or an apple? At least we get the apple metaphor. It all started with one sweet bite and the rest is bible history. Well then life is applelicious because we all know how delicious life got after such a tempting bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-116631518384243433?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/116631518384243433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=116631518384243433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/116631518384243433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/116631518384243433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-is-peachy.html' title='Life is Peachy'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-116631512636853287</id><published>2006-12-16T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T16:25:26.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Are we really alone? I sometime sit and wonder about this. All this space for just us earthlings. I think about all the light years away or speeds of light a higher plain of existence must travel to get to our puny planet. Perhaps they’re not higher then us but still this world is full of anger and pain and maybe that’s one of the main reasons they choose to stay away. They, who ever they are. I can’t even imagine them looking down at us and thinking boy them human sure know how to abuse each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, we will continue being alone till, till peace perhaps. Alone makes us vulnerable, makes us weak. We hate the idea of dying alone or being alone, but alone is something a bunch of us believe we are. Oh well, who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-116631512636853287?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/116631512636853287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=116631512636853287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/116631512636853287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/116631512636853287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2006/12/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-116216187485390132</id><published>2006-10-29T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:44:34.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween &amp; its Sequels</title><content type='html'>28 years ago a man named Myers walked our dark neighborhoods and stalked our babysitters and thus a legend was born. The decade that brought us Leatherface and his chainsaw, also gave us Michael Myers and his weapon of choice, a common kitchen knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage slashes flicks have come a long way since Michael and Leatherface but the same formula still applies. Take a handful of good looking teenager, and some not so good looking, and put them in a scenario that they’re not suppose to be in. From house parties to road trips, these misguided individuals are all hacked off left and right till one decides to make it through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eighties gave us Freddy, Jason, and Pinhead and some unmemorable characters, chucky and pumpkin head. The nineties gave us ghostface and Ben Willis, you know the guy with the hook, thanks Kevin Williamson, come to think of it that’s even more unmemorable characters. And lately we have had Samara, the evil bean from the grudge, and Jigsaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The formula still intact but only this time just trying to take the stakes a bit higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare on Elm Street just got a two disc treatment and Leatherface just got a back story. Michael Myers is about to get one and Pumpkin Head is about to come back from the ashes. There will always be room for these horror film slasher flicks but I happen to think Michael Myers is king when it comes to these villains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Halloween launched both Jamie Lee Curtis and John Carpenters careers and lets’ not forget that tone. The movies that followed, while some were not so good, some were just half way decent, overall they kept the story going. Halloween four introduced us to Danielle Harris and H20 gave us Josh Harnett. I can’t say much for Harris but Mr. Harnett is doing a’ okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is sequels suck. How many times have they killed Jason and Freddy and send them straight to hell only to have them resurrected to duke it out once more. Sequels suck. Leatherface has never been killed and Chucky just had a son, sequels suck. Even when it’s a human behind the mask, “Scream” or “I know…”, they still manage to pass on the vendetta or become superhuman, sequels suck. Michael was also resurrected and nobody seems to know what to do with Pinhead, have you seen the sequels that came after part three, even still they made more then three, sequels suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term milk the cow comes to mind when it comes to these sequels. As long as there’s a cord audience for these movies, people are going to show up. I don’t mind showing up but at least make the stories half way decent, watch able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween II was okay and I thought H20 worked but that should have been the end of it. Freddy is up to eight rounds and he’s been to hell and back. Jason is up to eleven rounds and he’s been to space and back. Even the leprechaun has had a couple of rounds and he’s been to the hood, twice, and back. I know but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back story ideas are the next step, with Leather face and Michael Myers already getting ready to make their big premieres it won’t be long before the rumored Freddy Kruger back story takes shape. I’m not sure what else is left to tell about this man because of what we saw in “Freddy’s Dead, The Final Nightmare” but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to see more of is the duke it out scenario like Freddy versus Jason. Perhaps have Michael against Leather Face, Chucky against Leprechaun, Pinhead against, well you get the picture. It can be a kill or be kill blood bash. Winner kills all. We can have Jigsaw, Ghost face, and Ben Willis do the commentary. Samara can probably show up in the middle of Chucky’s and Leprechauns fight and show them how a girl gets it done. This can go either way, who cares I’ll pay to see this. It can be a caged match; it should be in a cage match. Can you imagine all these villains in one room? Ash should be there to keep some sort of order. I can already see him comparing chainsaws with Leatherface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is sequels suck lets just end it all with one hell of a fight. W.W.E. can get in on the action and call it Slasherfest 3000, and have it premiere on pay per view. I’ll line up for that; “Get your tickets cause they’re selling fast, the sequel that will kill them all; Slasherfest 3000. It’s a kill and stay kill kind a fight."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-116216187485390132?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/116216187485390132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=116216187485390132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/116216187485390132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/116216187485390132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-its-sequels.html' title='Halloween &amp; its Sequels'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-116216120176205897</id><published>2006-10-29T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:09:26.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There an Answer for Everything?</title><content type='html'>This Amish incident has sure got me questioning my sanity. Actually it was the kid that raised the question how can someone do that? Simple logical answer is of course the obvious choice of words “it’s Gods plan.” Sure because as adults we know that everything we do leads us back to the grand master plan of the almighty. I really don’t have a problem with this answer just the logical sense that comes behind it. If Gods’ plan was to kill five little girls that day, then why in such a scenario? I blame chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this sick world that we live in, chaos seems to be the one thing that can’t be stop. Perhaps because it’s beyond our own control or maybe its just part of us that we don’t want to control? Do I believe in good and evil, better still do I believe in the essence of evil, of course I do. People have the tendency of over reacting from time to time but when do you cross the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Carl Roberts IV, the gunmen of this Amish incident, wrote that he felt compiled to do this heinous act because of some molestation acts he had committed twenty years ago and blamed God for the death of his premature infant daughter that died twenty minutes after birth. Maybe that’s why he waited twenty years, who knows. If Gods intentions for her death were to teach him a lesson about life and karma then that was just a bad way of going about it. Then again I can always say it was God’s plan but that just sounds silly to me. This man was on a road to self destruction and nobody could stop him, not even almighty himself. It’s like a stubborn kid, no matter what you do, he just won’t give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another heinous act that also got me all worked up was the incident in East St. Louis, Illinois. This woman apparently killed another woman and her fetus as well as her three young children. Authorities had discovered Jimella Tunstalls body in a vacant lot and where curious as to how it got there. A woman named Tiffany Hall came forward and after a run around with authorities finally confessed to her slaying. The case came together rather odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Hall first led authorities to believe that she had given birth to a stillborn baby. It was during the funeral services that she confessed to her boyfriend that the baby wasn’t hers and that she had killed the baby’s mother, Tunstalls, to get it. After her boyfriend turned her in, suspicion grew about what had happen to Tunstalls other three children and they went to Hall’s apartment in search of them. While in custody Hall confessed to their murders and the bodies were retrieved from the washer and dryer where she had placed them. Hall confessed that she had killed them else where and hauled them home and hid their bodies there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just two footnotes to the monstrosities mankind can do to one another. Debra Kenton, a woman attending the funeral services for the slaying of the Tunstall family, had this statement to make “This is an opportunity to turn to God. Who else can explain things like this?” Yeah that’s it, God has all the answers. You ever thought that just maybe God can’t make reason of some of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;Centuries ago a man walked this earth trying to make some logical sense of what this was about and he to die in our hands.  To make sense of unjustified acts is just bullshit to me. It’s like that old saying “Evil is proof that God exist.” And that’s pretty much the logical explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as human beings have a choice, a path one can say, and it can either led us one way or another. Do I go this way or do I go that way, should I do this or should I not do this?  The paths are not set in stone but the actions that come from it are. Maybe I’m coming off a bit preachy here but this makes sense to me. We’re not born good or evil but we can lead ourselves toward these directions. God isn’t the answer but more of a reason to seek for a greater good, to do the right thing, to rise up for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now getting back to the question at hand; is there an answer for everything? Is there a simple and logical explanation as to why we do what we do, yeah there is. We do what we do because we’re human and just like anything else we have flaws. Some of us seek attention, while some of us are attention getters. Overall we all seek one thing, attention. Weather it is from one another or from the people that we love or perhaps from a greater being. It’s all about being heard and making sense of what’s being said or happening around us. The question isn’t; is there an answer for everything, the question is, does everything have an answer and the answer is NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-116216120176205897?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/116216120176205897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=116216120176205897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/116216120176205897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/116216120176205897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-there-answer-for-everything.html' title='Is There an Answer for Everything?'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-115171229888366074</id><published>2006-06-30T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:04:58.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Returns</title><content type='html'>Talk about your humble returns. Look up it the sky: it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it's (yep you guessed it) and he’s back, but so is Lex Luther. Memo to self Lex, the next time you make plans for world domination make sure they aren’t on the eve of Superman’s return. As the opening credits began we were taken to a familiar place, making the feel of the movie already a gracious return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story picks up five years after Superman II, omitting part 3 and 4 all together. Superman has been gone for five years because he left mother earth to go and search for survivors on his home planet, Krypton. The world has moved on without him. The Daily Planet is still running their juicy press stories, Lex Luther is still coming up with evil schemes to take over the world, and Lois is a mother now. Involved with someone, no not married, just involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s also about to get a Pulitzer for writing “Why The World Doesn’t Need Superman”. A world without Superman is like a world without spam. We need it to survive, well it’s more like a world without hope but you get the idea. In the first couple of minutes the question is answered and thus the real question begins. “Superman Returns” but why? Where has he been and might I add, who’s been taking care of the bad guys while he was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie moves fast. I caught myself glancing down at my watch twice. The performances are great. Kevin Spacey comes close to capturing that sass that made Gene Hackman’s Lex Luther worth watching. Kate Bosworth does a great job as the Lois of today, and Brandon Routh's Clark Kent captures the charisma of the original. As superman, he redefines the spirit of that old American hero. The rest of the cast did great too. Both Parker Posey and James Marsden do well with what’s was given to them. So does the new Jimmy Olsen, Sam Huntington, and Jason Lois's son, what a small but effective role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Singer captured a lot of old familiar material - an occasional scene here and there, iconic moments that rekindle what worked from both the original films and some of the comics; enough for one to appreciate this movie. The one thing I had some issues with was the ending. While it was a suitable approach it was still somewhat odd watching those moments unfold on screen. Overall the message was clear: superman has returned and while some things have changed, justice, truth, and the American way are still what make him the hero that we value today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-115171229888366074?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/115171229888366074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=115171229888366074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/115171229888366074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/115171229888366074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2006/06/superman-returns.html' title='Superman Returns'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-115150030728426601</id><published>2006-06-28T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:11:47.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>It's interesting how many of us rant about your everyday scenarios, bullshit. The random things that happen to us. Makes me curious if our insignificants means anything to anyone. People are so caught up with themselves and you can pretty much tell by reading these so called blogs. I'm not one for sharing my random thoughts but lately I figured why not. The individual has only so much to say and so many people to say it to. So what am I ranting about. Random bs. The media sucks as always, you never hear much good news by why would you expect that. Now expecting something from something else is expected of us.We all have wants and needs and need these wants bad. I'm not even sure what I'm saying. Rants are pretty much just that, do they have to make sense? I don't think so, I just know that they are things that we wish could be heard. So, what do we do? We rant, an incomplete thought, something that holds somewhat value in our subcongest mind but don't know how to express it, say it, or for that matter show it. I say rant on till the ranting is done. I suppose this is the end of the line for me, I have not much more to say. Rant no more that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-115150030728426601?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/115150030728426601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=115150030728426601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/115150030728426601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/115150030728426601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2006/06/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30358340.post-115144634543720258</id><published>2006-06-27T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T17:10:57.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Corporate Myspace</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is myspace creating quite the buzz. Ever since a guy named Tom started this small internet community over eighty million people have logged on. While myspace is a great place for networking and making new friends, it can also make you famous. From David Lehre, who’s currently being featured on both Rolling Stone and Complex magazine, to Tila Tequila, who was featured back in April on Stuff magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the famous have jumped in on the whole myspace frenzy from Carson Daly, who has a page promoting his NBC nightly show, Last Call, to Conan O’Brien. The sad thing is now even corporations are getting in on it. Building websites to promote current movie releases such as Click or X Men 3 to television shows like 24. You can even add the King, as in the Burger King, to your friends list. Makes me wonder at what point was myspace suppose to be about corporate take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="postlink" title="http://www.siliconbeat.com/entries/2005/07/18/web_20_peak_myspace_sells_for_580_million.html" href="http://www.siliconbeat.com/entries/2005/07/18/web_20_peak_myspace_sells_for_580_million.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;And with the deal that myspace made with News Corp.&lt;/a&gt; back in 2005, you can bet more adverting is yet to come. Tom or no Tom, myspace is sure becoming something. While it does help promote the little man, more then three hundred thousand filmmakers and musicians, independent or professional, are registered on myspace. It’s still however becoming part of the market, the corporate world and drawbacks like the ones I just mention can sure make you wonder if there is enough space to go around but I suppose there might be plenty for both the corporate world and the individual. I’ll just leave you with this little quote of mine “My space is your space and your space is my space at myspace,” yeah but for how long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30358340-115144634543720258?l=mmjpresents.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/feeds/115144634543720258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30358340&amp;postID=115144634543720258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/115144634543720258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30358340/posts/default/115144634543720258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmjpresents.blogspot.com/2006/06/corporate-myspace.html' title='A Corporate Myspace'/><author><name>MMJoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14226156079972933102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02555110598611049369'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>