Reading Bunk's journal

Ahh, breaking things. It's been a kickass couple of days.

It all started on friday, when my friends and I finished filming the play/movie that we wrote. Actually, it started as a play, but somewhere we decided that it would be even more cool to film it as a movie, with music and stuff. I haven't seen what we filmed yet, but appearently it's good stuff. It's a murder mystery type thing, with lots of quirky and dramatic elements. I ended up outlining a lot of it myself, except the ending, then we split up the writing.

Anyway, getting more to the point, one of the scenes (outlined and written by me) called for my character (Morton: creepy revenge obsessed psycho) to, in a fit of rage, go nuts and smash up a bar. Everyone agreed that this was a perfect climax for Morton, and the scene would go forward. But it was not the easiest scene to pull off. For one thing, we were filming in my friends kitchen. Also cheap dishware had to be aquired that I could smash. All of that was set up, then the smashing was set to begin.

It's amazing how far smashed glass will fly when thrown at the floor full force...

So that was much fun. And a interesting clean up job at that.

That was part one. Part two of the mayhem was last night, when as part of a Taekwon-do demonstration, I broke three boards (solid wood, all at once, each about an inch thick so three inches thick total) with a reverse side-kick. I had never broken any more than one before, and the boards ain't free, so there was no real practising. Now, I picked carefully. Reverse side is my most powerful kick. But still, it was daunting. Then I got up on that stage, with about 200 people watching who had never seen anything like that live ever, and nailed that kick smack in the middle.

Seeing those boards shatter was damn satisfying, I must say. It was great working towards it for a long time, then getting up there and nailing it. Damn that was fun shit. Yeah!! I'm still pumped damn it! Bring on the crap for me to smack!

... *ahem* There is probably, in the long term, more satisfaction to be derived from creation than destruction. But if I ever end up with free reign over a Wal-mart and a sledgehammer, just try convincing me then.

But I can't find no place or nothin', where thrills are cheap, and love is divine