My inspiration for this assignment is much like the HP Pavilion entertainment
notebook commercials, featuring such celebrities as Shaun White, professional
snowboarder, and Jay Z, with the catchphrase “The computer is personal again.”
They look a bit like this, with the magical hands moving all around.

If I didn’t hate computers 80% of the time, maybe I could pull something similar
off.  I’m more of a pencil and paper, cut and paste, kind of guy though.  But, I
did make my own commercial on the HP website by uploading a goofy picture of
myself and selecting a few predetermined and preprogrammed likes, and the
wonders of the internet created my “personal” commercial almost instantly. It
wasn’t perfect though, and that’s something I can’t handle. I want to do
everything the best I can, but sometimes I lose patience.  For the most part,
I’m my own worst enemy.

Since I’m not famous and lack the skills, I cannot star in or create my own REAL
commercial. But, that’s even further inspiration.  I guess you could sum up
everything I want to do in life is to end up being a somebody.  Not necessarily
world famous, but someone that can walk down the street and have a stranger
shout “Hey! You’re THAT guy.” Who is that guy? Well, that’s the journey we are
going to take, and possibly find out together.

        I’m stubborn, and like anyone else, that’s usually a bad thing. My personal
downfall is that I’m not perfect, and sometimes things just aren’t good enough.
 This usually leads to me believing that I can’t make it as what I want to be.
Take these ideas for example from when I was little.

I wanted to be a professional golfer, but I’m still not too good.

I wanted to be a game show host,  but those who are famous usually get the job.

I wanted to be a professional wrestler, but I was and still am too puny.

Of course, these are pretty high aspirations for such a little boy, at least a
boy of my nature.  These are not quite the same as growing up wanting to be a
doctor, a dentist, a fireman, etc.  But, as I grew up, I learned things about
myself, and about the things I liked.

I didn’t absolutely hate math.
I liked writing.
I loved art.

        Then high school and then college comes along. Here in my third year of college
now, I’ve AGAIN made some adjustments to my thinking.

Math sucks.  Anything past 10th grade level difficulty gives me a headache. Not
to mention that I’m not a big fan of studying. So there goes any job in
engineering, doctoring, and perhaps some business. However, that’s not really a
bad thing, as I was never interested in that stuff anyways.

I still really enjoy writing.  I don’t read as much as I should, but I enjoy
writing things. However, I don’t feel that I’m up to par, very creative, and
I’ll be able to change things 100 times and still not be satisfied by the way
it rolls off the tongue.

“You got iron rungs and a green case,
You make any thing that goes for my taste.
You make bagels, waffles, pop tarts and toast,
Your the appliance that I like the most.”

(An excerpt from the rap/poem “Timmy the Toaster”.)

I still love art. However, same as the writing, I can paint over a painting and
sketch and re-sketch a sketch 100 times and it still won’t be perfect.  ( I
HATE NOSES!)

I have fun hobbies that I’d be content with having a good job doing, being a
professional poker player or a professional bowler (any sort of professional
gets some fame and fortune!), but those are just older versions of my little
kid aspirations.  I do, however, have a small t-shirt business that isn’t
totally hopeless.

I have also added people watching, and relations between them as another
interest. Where will this or anything like I’ve said take me?

        This is the question that I’ve been asking myself a lot lately. Halfway through
college, and everybody is looking to me to make up my mind.  I sort of have, so
that’s good. Maybe I can write a book. Maybe a comic book?? I’d get the best of
both worlds.  I love TV, maybe make a TV show?  Better yet, maybe a movie!  But,
pessimistic me says “You have no ideas.”

Could I ever be as creative to make a movie such as Eternal Sunshine of the
Spotless Mind?  As that deals with dreams, I’ve started to write down all the
dreams I can remember in a notebook.  And as I write them in the dark, half
asleep, not wanting to lose the thought, once I’m up, I can barely read my
chicken scratch.  However, each one I wake up and think to myself, “Damn,
that’d be a sweet movie.” Then again, even if I were able to produce the thing,
I’d probably still not be content with it.

Looking at television as inspiration, I look towards an episode of “Yes, Dear.”
titled “Spare Parts.”  Jimmy, the goof who lives in his wife’s sister’s
husband’s guesthouse, who works as a security guard at a movie studio, wants to
make a movie.  He asks his brother-in-law, a high executive at the same studio,
to get him an interview with some of the higher-ups about some movie ideas of
his.  Greg laughs at his attempt, and in an effort to push him away from the
idea, gets him some books (which he normally hates to read) in hopes that he’ll
quit. However, he rushes through them, and constructs a very good idea, which he
then sneaks up to the higher-ups office, pitches his idea, and impresses Greg.
While ultimately, the movie wasn’t going to be produced, that just goes to show
that a nobody could eventually become a somebody.  This inspires me, and perhaps
that’s my destiny. We’ll have to see in what path it takes though.