April 9, 2014
I know, freaking gorgeous, right? Ahhh!
SO THERE I WAS completely minding my own business coming down off a 5 am work high trying to wear myself out enough to sleep —
[You don’t know 5 am work highs? They’re what comes from pushing through midnight and 3 am and the desire to sleep and catching a second/third/fourth wind to keep working because you have something that needs to be finished before the alarm goes off for other people on some coast USA — only then you are done and it is 5 am and you can’t just go to sleep, you have defied the gods o’ sleep too long and they are pissed so now you have to wind down and no, there are no drugs involved, quit it…]
— When this hot kilt meme showed up on FB and I thought, you know, maybe hot kilt guys would be just the thing right now and also everything else has a hot this or that page there should be a hot kilt page around here somewhere.
THERE WERE NO HOT KILT PAGES ON FACEBOOK.
There was some private group.
[What the hell do they do in a private group? Okay wait, that might be scary, don’t answer that.]
There was an app. And it did not work.
There was some page with like, 5 kilt photos.
And no good hot kilt pages.
So I made MEN IN KILTS.
ALSO HERE IS KIT HARRINGTON IN A KILT.
[I know. It is not plaid. Screw plaid! It does not have to be plaid! I am descended from Scots I can say that. The real Scots might get a little excitable though.]
I know, totally professional, right?
[Screw professional, life is short! Okay maybe not so professional, but life IS short. Also, we are talking kilts. Yay!]
April 7, 2013
It would just end with the book site, right?
I revamped SeeMaxRun too.
That one was hard. Not because it was particularly hard to do the revamp work, but because there is so much history in SeeMaxRun. Years of my life were chronicled in pages and posts on that site. But, SeeMaxRun was created originally in 2000. The code is really old. The layout went through three overhauls and used tags and addresses from three different origins. As much as I love it, it was time.
I think it turned out real pretty.
February 3, 2013
Ongoing battle here, Max vs. Max. Every single over the top successful website I know of that is book/seminar/arts oriented features the person. Not the book not the movie not the venue not anything inanimate, but, the person. And every time I put up a photo of me I fucking hate it.
I’m sure part of that is the flinch factor. For a really long time because of stalker crap, I never put up a photo, and never put up where I would be, at any given time, ever.
For a really really long time.
It’s kind of non-logic based if you consider I started out dancing and acting. I was a performer. I love performance. I love the camera. It is a serious love affair. But, maybe some of this comes back to why I love performance, or why I first loved performance.
In a performance, you are not you. You are, for a brief period of time, someone completely other. And I think that is where my first love of dance and acting came from. That moment when you are not you. You are something else, something wonderful or terrible, dancing on that stage or acting in that part – that is not you, that is something else, and, most times, something grander than you while you are there. I have never burned brighter than I do on stage. I never will. It is being human fire.
I have this book and I am supposed to put up a photo of… me. Not the phoenix dancing. Not the doll come to life dancing. Not the comedic mad scientist’s assistant making people laugh or the horrifying ex-wife on stage who will ultimately drive a man to put a bullet through his skull. Not someone else on a stage or screen or in front of a camera at all.
It is difficult being me. I am not human fire. I am just me.