Poopie, poopie, poopie.
The social marketing peeps say you shouldn’t blog unless you have something to say. And, well, I don’t have anything to say. Unfortunately for me, we at Timid Monster have a bit of a self-imposed quota: two posts a month, each. We do it because we’re supposed to be building a community around our filmmaking, but our filmmaking at this point mostly consists of long, meandering emails back and forth as we debate what we should write about on the blog.
I know…riveting, right?
I’m a contradiction. I want to be left alone and fawned over all at the same time. I do my best work at night, partly due to a hereditary sleep disorder, partly because nobody is around to bother me. At the same time, I get annoyed when it’s quiet on our Facebook page. I crave interaction, but only when it benefits me.
That’s nothing noteworthy, though. We’re all a little narcissistic these days, especially online. The Timid Monster team keeps reading books that say people want personable interactions with companies via social media, but the last thing I want is Coca-Cola asking me how my day was. It’s annoying; it’s intrusive; it’s by nature false. So, how the heck do I go about connecting with people via my “brand?”
My gut tells me I should take the initiative and reach out to friends I haven’t spoken with in a while, but even that is fraught with drawbacks. Do I really need to spend extra hours on Facebook fabricating conversations? All I really want to do is make a film, not talk about making a film. I’d like there to be a bit of a distinction on that point, you know?
Film School taught me about financing, shot lists, and audition methods, but it didn’t help me become a student of human nature. That’s a concept we’ve been talking about as a team lately; observations on the heart of man. I think that’s why I don’t have much to say most of the time. I’m a doer; I do stuff, I make things; all in the hope that somebody notices, makes the first move, and connects with me.
So here I am, sitting at my desk at 1:46am, typing words into WordPress, hoping somebody notices…and secretly hoping this post passes the team’s QC checks so I don’t have to write something else.
Something like that.
Anyway, if you’ve read this far, you deserve a treat. Here’s my favorite haiku:
Haiku’s are easy,
but sometimes they make no sense.
Stay tuned for the continuing adventures of Dan Baker: filmmaker, social recluse, scrambled egg chef.