Voila! The shirt is in, and I must say I am VERY impressed. As you can see on the picture to the left, the image is indeed applied by digital direct printing, the same process that is used on most commercial brands. Feels nice, looks nice, fits nice.
If I were a shmee, I would be on this blarbus tee.
And since I'm now more than satisfied with the quality myself, I can lead you over to my online storefront with a clear conscience. There you will find two varieties: A women's tee and a men's tee. As you can see, I'm stylishly modelling the men's version up above. The only change I made was making the "blarbus.com" text a little smaller. It's a little big in the original. Both versions I believe are $18, not including shipping. Speaking of shipping, it was delivered about a week and a half after I ordered it. The actual printing time was very quick. Couldn't have been more than two days.
So if you like my movies, the website, me, or shmee and you want to spread the joy of blarbus, stop on by the store and pick yourself up a Shmee Tee.
I just ordered my very own blarbus.com t-shirt from spreadshirt, a custom clothing service that makes it nauseatingly easy to upload your own designs and make your own wardrobe.
This one introduces a peculiar new friend to the family, who always seems to be happy and jowly. He is Shmee. Nothing spreads the joy of blarbus better than a shmee on your chest.
(and a url on your back)
Before I tempt you with your very own blarbus apparel, I'm gonna check out the quality of the shirts for myself to make sure I know what I'm selling.
Lately I've been working on a script for a High Noon remake which would swap the old west for Carleton College and the town marshal for an Intramural team captain. If you've ever played intramural sports at some point in your college career, you can probably already start to see why these two seemingly irrelevant situations are in fact, very similar. Both involve desperate protagonists who turn to their neighbors for help in the face of a definite, clear cut conflict. When I was assigned to make a short documentary for my non-fiction video production class, I decided I'd try and see what that story would be like with real people.
The good news is that I picked a good time to film the event. This particular game was the first of the season, making everybody on the floor especially reluctant and squirmish. Great documentary material. The bad news is that I ended up completely undershooting. For a piece that was supposed to be 4-6 minutes at the final cut, I sadly put down the camera after shooting only a little over 8 minutes. At minimum, this means I had about a 2:1 shooting ratio, which is even less than what most narrative films end up with. To have that little amount to work with while producing a documentary is like shooting yourself in the foot.
The result, as you will see, is a rather aggressively edited product that ultimately feels a bit forced and contrived. I also learned that it's not a good idea to take part in the subject of your story. You might notice, for example, that there is no soccer game. This is because I was playing in it. Of course, I told myself I'd shoot some B-roll while I was taking a break on the sideline, but yeah, that didn't happen. We were a man down most of the game and I was having too much fun.
As I sat in the media lab the next day cursing myself for not even getting ONE shot of the climax of my story, I realized I was going to have to edit more like a reality show than a traditional documentary to keep people interested and engaged. I like to think of the finished product as more of an impressionist painting than a photorealistic one. While you might not learn the hard facts as to who the characters are and where they are, you should at least find satisfaction as a fly on the wall of an interesting room.
Alas, it appears as though spring has finally sprung. It's the time when people suddenly realize they're going to be shedding all those layers in a couple months, leading them to frantically hit the gym to go get hot. Me? I suddenly realize I need to scramble for an internship, so I hit the editing software to go make my portfolio look sexy.
Speaking of sexy, the awesome music you hear in the background is courtesy of Bond.
This film was made as an entry to the Minneapolis Filmracing film festival, a competition in which teams are required to write, shoot, and edit a 3-4 minute short film in under 24 hours. It was written, directed and edited by Max Silver and shot by Tommy McCauley, two fellow film obsessed Carls. This movie enabled me to fulfill my lifelong dream of becoming a Jedi (and a legitimate Jedi, mind you, seeing as how I crafted my own lightsaber). Many healthy sleeping habits were harmed in this production. I was up for about 27 hours straight, but Max... poor Max pushed well over 30. Let's hope he's still alive.
Without further ado, here's Pri Vetai, the Private Eye...
