Martin McDonagh’s “Six Shooter”


You could say I’ve been a little obsessed with McDonagh’s work the past few weeks. I’ve watched this short at least twice, I’m simultaneously reading two of his plays, and since watching “In Bruges” I’ve talked about “In Bruges” at least once a day. At least. It’s bad.

If you’re a die-hard fan of McDonagh’s as well, you understand. If you’re not, you should seriously consider becoming a die-hard fan.


Three Weeks In



I know, Nicolas Cage.  Writing’s hard.

I fondly remember a few months ago when I said I’d write a blog to chronicle my journeys as a budding filmmaker at FSU.  And then I forgot.  Often.  For the first three weeks of school.  So, to those who’d like to know (those who don’t are free to leave now, just please don’t wake the neighbors), here’s more or less what I’ve been up to for three weeks.

1. Forgetting to write this blog.  I think we’ve covered that.

2. Films are so easy to make!  Wrong.  That’s incorrect.  It’s infinitely more complicated than you think.  Those behind-the-scenes features you watched the last time you used a DVD?  They make it look so easy, but in reality they’re wizards dressed to look like people who make movies.

That being said, I love it here.  We start the semester with six weeks (we’re now at the halfway mark) of crash course training on the art of movie making and then spend the rest of the semester making movies.  It’s hard work, no doubt, but it’s challenging and fulfilling.  Plus, the end product is a movie, so that’s not half-bad.

3.  Apartment living brings all sorts of adventure.  When the dryer door went on strike, I found a 24-hour laundromat.  When the shower went on strike, the landlord let us use the vacant suite next door for our various water-related needs until it was fixed.

The raccoon that dines in our dumpster is the size of the average 2nd grader.

There’s never a dull moment at my new home, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

4. You can order Jimmy John’s online.  Maybe the worst discovery I could’ve ever made.  I’m having to fight the urge to order a sub right now.  And I’m kind of losing.  Someone hide my wallet, please.

5. No regrets, whatsoever.  I’m in mountains of student debt, sure.  I don’t have bags of money in my closet and I haven’t stumbled on a distant relative willing to turn Charles Dickens-style benefactor and wipe away all my financial woes.  I still can’t figure out the transit schedule.  But every day, I wake up and get to do something I love.  What more could I ask for?

Maybe bags of money?  Jimmy John’s?  Wait, bags of Jimmy John’s!?  Alright, there is at least one more thing I could ask for.

– Nic Sridej

Quote of the Day


Quote of the Day

“I would like to be remembered as a man who had a wonderful time living life, a man who had good friends, fine family – and I don’t think I could ask for anything more than that, actually.” – Frank Sinatra

My Crazy Dream


I have this crazy dream that I’ll make a career out of telling stories.

I know it’s crazy.  What are the chances of actually pulling that off?  Really?  If I were a statistics person, I’d not give it another thought.  I’m sure the success/failure ratio isn’t exactly ideal.  Good thing I’m not really a statistics person.

The more I imagine what my life will look like in five years, the more excited I get.  The road I’ve chosen certainly isn’t one chosen by most.  Even for those who do choose it, it’s anything but easy.  But, despite the difficulties I may face, I know for a fact that I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing.

I love waking up in the morning.  Not the act of waking up itself, that can be quite dreadful, but rather what follows: I’m in pursuit of my passion and living the dream.  I’ll make a career out of telling stories yet.