Bios are so pretentious. You gotta write em in the third person which sucks...although when I get around to a more comprehensive page than I already have, I'm not gonna write it in the third person...but yours would probably be:
Woodson has seen Ichi the Killer. Not only has Woodson seen the movie, he's still healthy enough to talk about it. Not only is he healthy enough to talk about it, he also chooses to memorialize it with his Avatar. Vote for Woodson. He's got an iron stomach.
in all seriousness, I'm drawing a blank...but I did see one earlier today that I thought wasn't too bad.... www.marcushoffman.net
and click on his "ABOUT" link and then click on bio (duh)
I guess it could be shorter. The second paragraph is cool.
PEACE.
You could google some director's or filmmaker bio's. Not sure anyone wants to drop a bio in here, considering the first one to do so would be goofed on, especially by me
You can either google a name or simply write 'director bio'. I'm sure you'll find quite a few. Throw in words like low-budget, Indie, dvx, etc. to get a more realistic idea of what you're looking for. Good luck.
Just kidding about goofing on someone by the way, I'm sure there's plenty of impressive resumes in here, but with experience comes humility in most cases, so they'll probably pass on posting.
[quote author=hillcity link=board=Offtopic;num=1102389093;start=0#1 date=12/06/04 at 19:59:24]Bios are so pretentious. You gotta write em in the third person which sucks...although when I get around to a more comprehensive page than I already have, I'm not gonna write it in the third person...but yours would probably be:
Woodson has seen Ichi the Killer. Not only has Woodson seen the movie, he's still healthy enough to talk about it. Not only is he healthy enough to talk about it, he also chooses to memorialize it with his Avatar. Vote for Woodson. He's got an iron stomach.
P.K. Gillock was born (at a young age) to a frisky husband and wife biologist team, researching gorillas in the rainforests of the Congo. Tragically, P.K.'s childhood was cut short when, after an "unusual flying squirrel incident", P.K. Gillock was left parentless. "With one shwoop of that damn squirrel, my childhood, and my parents, were ripped apart!" said P.K. Gillock.
Stranded alone in the jungle for many years, P.K. slowly integrated himself into a family of nomatic gibbons. When P.K. became an adult he left his adopted monkey mother, Nuk-nuk, and headed to America. "Most adult monkeys will work in foreign countries to help support his jungle family. Circuses, television, Michael Jackson companion - there's lots of work available for monkeys!" said P.K. Gillock.
Once arriving in the USA he found work at an Independent TV station in Austin, Tx. Working alone, during the graveyard shift, P.K. was able to learn the equipment ...and learn English, by watching satellite television. (To that point P.K. could only communicate in whistles and feces throwing.)
After a few years of tv production P.K. decided to start his own production company. It failed miserably. The lesson he learned and the lesson he teaches others is, "Never try anything! (whistle) If you try you will only be destroyed by failure. (feces throwing)"
Last year P.K. moved back to the forest. Destroyed, but happy. He managed to save a little money, during his stay in the states, and has bought a DVX100, computer, and installed Internet (dial-up only) in the tree, his family calls home.
Currently P.K. is the Alpha Male and has a harem of 12 monkeys, "They're not that pretty, but they're animals in the sack! (whistle, howl, feces throwing)"
J. Barnes is a talentless hack with aims at being a talentless professional. What he doesn't screw up, he simply forgets to do, leaving a swath of destruction and incomplete projects in his wake. He’s held positions in cable broadcasting, television advertising, theater lighting design, theater education and freelance production. His current position is that of a well-paid video contractor at a random institution in the federal government. He currently resides near the nation's capital, where he is supported by a regretful family and a diminishing body of drunken louts called friends.
Jay Brennan nailed his wife, Bette one night in 1965 (He went on to nail the babysitter a few years later, but that's a different story). Nine months later, Bette squeezed out a bag of pus, blood and water named Jim. Jim hated people, but eventually learned to live with them, thanks in part to alcohol, his few friends, and a very patient wife. Jim now makes movies (talking to actual people as little as possible). Jim's favorite color is clear, and his favorite word is @*&$