Tri-Pod Spider

Seven kids are in a house looking for a tri-pod they lost so they can film thier video for the film festival. Little do they know, the tri-pod is looking for them... A twigdiculous films feature film. We entered this one into a film festival at our high school. We would love to hear your feedback! Send us some freakin mail at Penguinsaresweet@gmail.com

Stay Awake

So today I have officially resurrected my quest for purity. I went confession in the afternoon at St. Patrick's and as usual I left "the big sins" until last. The funny thing was, the Priest interrupted me rather angrily right as I transitioned from the mortal into the venial. He yelled at me with total impatience and said that it was a complete waste of time to give him all the little sins that didn't matter first when I should have cut to the chase and told him why I was really there. He really got upset though…I mean he was like spitting, and was basically chastising me in the confessional for being skittish or, after thinking it over, for being asleep in routine. See at first I thought that he was overreacting (maybe) and old (which he was), but I later thought about it and it was probably the case that this is how it always is with confessions and he was just sick of it. I mean I think its pretty safe to say that we get in this confession routine as Catholics where we say all these sins that kinda matter, but really don't and that we probably committed but aren't really sure of…you know what I am talking about, the Catholic go to sins like, I said the lords name in vain, or I was disobedient to my parents or I was impatient with my spouse…stuff that totally could have happen but you can't remember the specifics. The point is we use these "go to" sins to hide the big sins or at least to make it look like its not the only reason why we are there…when it totally is. So anyway he was right I was just doing the routine thing when the fact is I should have just come in there and been honest and been like I'm here for this and that, and should have been like this isn’t the first time either Father, I keep struggling with this because…you get the point. Anyway that's how it should be when we go to confession, we should wake up and snap out of the routine and be honest with ourselves and the priest. That makes a good confession because it means we have really thought about why we are there. The truth of it is, we are really telling God what we are sorry for and he already knows our hearts…so we might as well poor them out and get to the point because God sees our dirty clothes for what they are…dirty, and the spots (our big sins) are the first thing he has to get out. If we are honest with ourselves it almost impossible not to be honest with God. And if we are honest with God then we come out of the washer much cleaner than we would have if we hadn’t directed his attention to the tough spots.

Back Home

I once knew a kid who desired to wake up to live, to see each day for what it was. He wanted to live in reality and so committed himself to purity and love. It has been said that to the pure all things are pure and he knew that he wasn't. This scared him. This kept him up late, as he thought about the years he had lost to his current state of mind. He realized that his day to day life was not reality, that it consisted of a perverted world view he had to change if he wanted to wake up and begin to live. Yet, he had been blind for so many years. He wondered if his eyes would be able to adjust to the Sun once it shone through again. He remembered the days when it had once been bright out, when he was a child, when the Sun lit his way and his surroundings. In the light he saw everything for what it was, the ugly was ugly and the beautiful was beautiful. Yet now his lenses were dirty and the Sun, though still present was no help in lighting his way. He had grown accustomed to seeing the world through this haze. It became as if that was how the world really looked and eventually he forgot his glasses were dirty. But in the back his mind he always knew that something was wrong and that kept him searching. This search led him to seek purity and he came to understand purity in the Church. He learned the purity came with self-control and that self-control came with sacrifice. This was the only way to win the battle with lust and to discover what love really was. He knew that ordinary men were called to do extraordinary things and that his attempt to lead a pure chaste life would require the utmost sacrifice. Yet he was not afraid, for he knew that God made man not with a spirit of cowardice, but rather with one of power and love and self control. Yet man is imperfect and his desires are wild. Yet these desires are meant to be tamed and can only be tamed if they are understood. Desire has a purpose, it points you in a direction to which you are inclined to follow. Yet one can not follow desire blindly and the more he read the more he understood this. He is writing this to himself because he has forgotten why he ever started on this path to purity, this path toward freedom. He had all but given up hope. Yet he knows he was meant to live for more than what he has been these last few months. He has tasted freedom and it is time he made his way back. So with that I will get back up and make way back toward the Father once again.