The Writer and The Artist

DISCLAIMER: It's Valentines day so I don't have to justify this. So yeah. Enjoy you cynical bastards. Happy Valentines day.

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One day there is a boy. He is an awkward boy. He watches a lot of TV some say too much TV. He likes to imagine his life as a TV show. He one day meets a girl, she is an artist. She learned from her dad. She is a very pretty girl. The two are in kindergarten together. The girl likes the boy. The boy is oblivious, still dreaming with his head stuck in the clouds. The boy makes his friends pretend to act in movies. The girl would always play along. The boy is in many plays. He is a munchkin and a paper boy and all kinds of things in plays. The boy and girl hang out a lot, the girl really likes the boy. He is still obvious. One day the boy moves to a new school. He doesn't tell the girl. The girl is heart-broken to find her friend gone. The boy does not fit in at his new school. He doesn't really know how to make friends. He still day dreams and plays make-believe with the kids who do befriend him. He still dreams of his life as a TV show. He enjoys writing. He writes stories. He rarely finishes anything, already dreaming of the next story before the first one was even finished. The girl continues to draw and paint. She misses her best friend still.
The Two grow up. The boy still writes and dreams and the girl still draws and paints. They forget each other over time. Only occasional thoughts float through their head of one another.
Years pass. They date people, as young teenagers do. Not all of them were probably the best. One day the boy visits the town the girl lives in for the 4th of July. The boy runs into the girl. She remembers him long before he even registers who she is. They talk and trade numbers.
They talk, the girl is even cooler than the boy remembers. He develops a crush on her but is too afraid to act on it. They talk about hanging out but never do. The girl goes on to date some guy the boy goes on to date some girl. Years pass, they're still friends. It is the summer before their freshman year of High School. The girl has some new boyfriend. The boy vows to ask the girl out the next time she is single. This takes a bit longer than expected.
 A year and seven months pass. The boy has since left his awkward stage for the most part. He still lives with his head in the clouds and writes but he is more social and grounded.  The girl has grown up to be a lovely and talented artist. They boy has dated a few girls, and is currently dating one. When the girl and her boyfriend break up. They boy comforts the girl. A month later the boy and his girlfriend break up because of fighting and other things. A few weeks pass. The boy realizes his feelings for the girl and confesses them on a snow day. She does not reciprocate them. The boy works hard to change this. The girl has a birthday party coming up. The boy compiles the best gift he can using his skill and all the memories they share. The party comes, the boy is afraid of being to clingy so he works hard to keep his cool around the girl. She opens the gifts. He can tell by her reaction that the gift has worked. When it is time to say goodbye the girl's friend tells the boy to kiss her. He doesn't, cause he's a pussy, but they do hug. As they break away they hold hands for a moment before the boy leaves.
The girl texts him saying that she loved the gift and did reciprocate his feelings.
The boy and girl dream of traveling the world. They dream of the places they'd see and the people they'd meet and the stories they'd share.
This is the end of this story and the beginning of theirs as they travel off into the world together.
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Yeah, it's sappy, but it is valentines day, so get over it.
Happy Valentines day, Yo
Bailey S. Fox

Son Of An Educator (Or How I Learned to Love Learning)

I hate school. I hate tests, homework, pop quizzes, some of the students some of the teachers. I hate waking up early and getting home late. 

But. and this is an important but.

It's the single most important thing I've done in my life.

I'm not going to win any awards for getting on this soap box, I'm sure someone has said this before me and someone will say this after me but this is opinion.

I wouldn't be here writing this blog writing my rants and forming my puns if it weren't for the school system.

And people complain and gripe and moan.

We blame the teachers we blame the principals and the superintendents and the teachers and each other.

We whine and complain when school is open in the bad weather.

But the thing is, we need to be in school for 180 days to get our state funding.

Without state funding we close.

Now this is a very localized rant but it can apply to other places, at least in New York state and even other places.

Now some of you would love if our school closed. I'm not saying I wouldn't but you have to think of the consequences.

All your favorite teachers? Gone.

Your friends probably woudn't bein the same classes or even the same school maybe.

You'd be shipped to a school like 20 or more minutes away just to go to school, every day.

Now yes my school and all schools make dumb choices. They do dumb things, they might have bad management, they might have some bad teachers too, but I can't imagine myself anywhere else.

This school, for as much as I hate it at times is the place that I matter, it's the place I met my friends and teachers. It tries damn hard to give us a good education with what we have.

But think about it. If your school has a music department and an art teacher you're lucky. There are a lot of schools that don't have these things. Some of you reading this might not have these things. You have to admit that for all the things we complain about our school, at least some of the people in it, dedicate their lives to making you ready for the real world. I would not have the privilege to write and rant if it were not for my school. I can trace back my whole "Journey" of wanting to become a writer/director/actor and the major turning points happened because of educators. And since my parents are teachers they count in that too. 

So you can whine and moan and cry about you having to go to school. But you remember there are teachers there who dedicate their lives to you and this place. So write your Facebook statuses, and I'll write mine complaining about the school too. There is a lot wrong with the system, it isn't perfect, it's far from it. But don't forget the reason you can even properly write those statuses.

To summarize, complain, but don't take what you have for granted. And don't generalize. Because I know in my school while there are some things I'm not a fan of it has some of the most dedicated and helpful teachers I've ever known. I look forward to some of my classes every day because I know that I'm going to learn and talk about something new.

And for my teachers reading this, thank you.

Bailey S. Fox

So What Does This Have To Do With A Production Company?

For the observant ones you'll have noticed that this is technically a blog for my production company. It's the "title" or "brand" under which Erik and I release all of our content. But with several projects in the works at the moment, none of which I can really discuss in depth, the blog would remain empty. So until I can talk more about what is coming I use this blog as my connection to the ocean so I can throw more messages in a bottle.

So, this will be the home of my projects and ramblings for the foreseen future. (I'm talking like people are already familiar with my work. The hope is people will think I'm more popular than I am and spread my works) One of my posts will have a bunch of my old stories so you can familiarize yourself with my fiction works and not just my ramblings about animals and humans. This is a forum for my insanity, in blog form. My ramblings, writings, songs, stories and movies will be forced upon you all.
It's a blog post about a blog, how meta of me.
And yeah there'll be swearing and inappropriate things. There'll be bad jokes and mildly racist things. Dark cynicism and blind optimism. But it's art so I get to do that, right?
Enjoy, Yo.
Bailey S. Fox

Being Human

If you're reading this than congratulations, you're human! You're the most advanced species on earth, you're billions of years of evolution whose main occupation is staring at a glowing screen for 8 hours a day.

As cynical as this introduction sounds it's based off an earlier discussion. We as humans have given ourselves the award for being the most advanced species on Earth. Which when you say it like that makes it sound like you're giving yourself a high-five.

 

But, we're the only ones to do this. Think about it, though it may seem your cat is a pompous jerk that's just our interpretation of it. Cats as far as we know don't feel emotions, at least not as deep or complex as ours. Plus even if they did they don't give a crap about other animals. We're the only ones like "SAVE THE FORESTS MAN." We're the only ones who are greedy and feel guilt for it. We're so advanced that we feel guilt for our natural survival instincts. There aren't vegetarian lions or tree hugging termites. They eat with no remorse. They don't write things or see therapists. They don't care about the so-called atrocities they commit. That silverbacks gorilla does not care about that human it just ripped in half and it doesn't care that other people do. It has no moral code per say. Now this is all based off of what we know. We've shown, with science a lot of animals are smart enough to solve puzzles. Many works of literature show animals taking over the human race. For instance

 

A fantastic movie about humanity and monkeys and all that jazz. The worst atrocity committed in the series was this:

Like that ending didn't even make sense. How would going forward to the future change the past to all apes and the Ape-raham Lincoln?! Also he never made it back in the original he dies launching nukes or something I don't really remember in all honesty. But I digress. We're so obsessed as humans to comparing ourselves to animals. And if the animals became sentient how they'd resent us or be like us. They aren't us though. They could see and experience the world differently with their own morals and things because of the sentience. It's all a bunch of theoretical stuff anyways.

But I also want to touch upon why we're different from other animals and have earned our right to say we're the most advanced. If you're in the middle of a forest fire (This is an example stolen from my English teacher) Animals will be trying their hardest to escape. But humans will be the only ones to pause and be like:

"Woah, that's cool."

and then resume their running. Or try to put it out. Or save the trees because their in danger of being extinct. Or make movies about other animals. Or spend an hour rambling about humans and comparing them to cats and then saying you can't compare humans to cats. 

Humans care.

And they also don't care

But that lack of caring comes from a place of caring.

Cats are indifferent. I feed him therefore he sticks around. I stop feeding him that sucker is gone. But humans stick around. Through abuse, through hell and famine. Because we care. Because we're the only animals who worry about time. We only have time because we created it. Cat's aren't like:

"I better savor this Kibble cause this might be my last."

But humans are worried about not being remembered. So we create, we make messages in bottles and throw them into the abyss hoping someone will hear us. We do it in the form of art, movies, tv, books, poems, songs, graffiti, words scrawled on a dingy bathroom wall. We need to matter, even if it's just for a moment to one person. We're the only ones who care. It's why I write. It's why I act and perform. I need the attention the affirmation I matter to someone. It's why I write this now, homing someone will see it and go:

"Huh, that's neat. I'll send that to my buddy."

So, if you got this far through my rambling

Thanks, yo.

-Bailey S. Fox