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Thursday, March 12, 2009

life update

Here is a ramble of words that can be ignored, just trying to finish up the day and update the blog in one swift sweep. Tonight Im going to actually associate with some other humans and if you know me, you know that it is an alien thing that I do. Really, Ive been on the clock for the last three years so talking to someone just on a hi how are ya basis hasnt lost its novelty. Im kind of like, hey, not bad, I guess this is what normal people do all the time. Steph is the same way, locked in a house for days on end with out any adult conversation can make you go batty. The world becomes about Dora the Explora and making mac and cheese. It feels that the babies are getting a little bit older so we are not on constant freak out mode anymore, and with me working less hours I am becoming reacquainted with these strange people I live with.

Its not worth the missed time. To live so out of balance, the days pass like a blur, a fog, and you are wandering though them, just making the next punch in. I suppose thats what life is for a lot of people. I can do it when I see where its going, but I have to be able to see the end point. Something had to change, and it has, and my mind is in a much better place because of it.

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Sunday, March 08, 2009

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Saturday, March 07, 2009

Watchman opening credits

Awesome opening credit sequence, I am a sucker for these.



This small screen doesn't do it justice.
The film is kinda like Forest Gump with super heroes.

WATCHMAN

Okay, so I ran out of time and could only get fifty percent through
the comic, so understand that this opinion is of someone who has not
read and fetishized over every panel of this graphic novel for the
last 25 year.

Is usual, Spider Man was my drug of choice and my Alan Moore worship
comes from his run on Swamp Thing. I caught that in the initial run
and it messed me up for years, I may still maybe recovering from fly
infested demon man.

But in a rush to read Watchman to be able to really immerse in the
geek movie event of the moment (TR2N, you're next), I have been blown
away by how damn good it is and how relevant it is to the world we
live in today(the more something changes...) and how much it has been
imitated and ripped off over the years by less ambitious projects
(though The Incredibles kicks my ass all the way home and makes me
sleep in the gore).

Last night, sitting in the theater with Steph, our first Friday night
opening movie night in what might be three years, and watching the
geeks pile in for the ride, and seeing some fellow geeks I knew from
Starbucks (one was actually wearing an Elf Quest t-shirt) and just the
over all giddiness of the room, people knowing that this movie was
made for them, it was something they had been waiting for for years,
even though I'm not a veteran Watchman cultist, I could appreciate the
all around love that was in the room. The pre movie vibe is really
important and on opening night, that is where it really can be
something rock concert like. Peace love and spandex.

Movie cranks up and after some really cool trailers, (even Observe and
Report, while in no way will be a good movie made for an awesome 2
minute trailer, what's with mall cop movies now, I know a mall cop, he
sits at Starbucks and draws insane diagrams on a notebook and reads
The Art of War).

So immediately it is visually bold and intense and perfect. The colors
and the sets and the design are so damn pretty, and with Zach Snyder,
who you can't even hate because he made the best possible Dawn of the
Dead remake one could hope for, you under stand that you are sitting
with someone who is in love with the material and wants to do it
justice. Whole segments are recreated with love and precision here,
and man, I dug it, and man if you are one of the 25 year patient fans
in waiting, I could hear the love puddles being gushed in the theater.
It's just so reverent and precise and licking all over the comic like
an overzealous puppy.

How could any of that be bad. It's probably not. But the book is
dense. A lot of characters, a lot of thought, a lot of twists and
personal entanglements that in book form you sit and think and ponder
and wonder about and the comic is... well, a comic. Though it seems
like they would be totally interchangeable, comics make every moment,
every panel is iconic. The frozen image gives your eye time to enter
and examine and draw from it. You get weight out of the compositions
and colors and what happens in between panels. You choose the pace.
You absorb it differently. They can get away with that kind of thing.

A movie you are on the clock. Tick tock, tell me a story. And if you
have eight intense personalities of equal importance, and they are
competing with sets, music, costumes, effects, performance, and all
THAT! It can get crowded in the old brain pan.

So the movie is crowded. I can't tell you this is bad when I complain
about many flicks not having enough ideas to fill 15 minutes (thus the
trailer is the whole experience really), but you know, maybe less time
on the love story, may be more Rorshach badassery and Manhattan
disconnect, maybe a big cynical pissing on the planet isn't always
what you are in the mood for. Maybe I just want more from the book
that I responded to, less of what I didn't. Can't blame a guy for
that.

I don't know how you would make a better adaptation of Watchman. I'll
finish the book and weigh in on that. I love a lot of this movie, but
like the book it may take some time to let it soak in. It is big, and
it feels big and looks big and that is nice to see a movie try to be
cinematic, instead of another blown up TV movie.

I think time will be kind, and as a counterpart to the book it is
great, like Lord of the Rings, they make a nice set, but if you are
looking for a "fun" movie where you will walk out in love with the
planet, this wasn't that movie for me. If you want to hang out with
some cynical asshole reminding you of how messed up our world is, of
how our idolatry of public figures is hollow and misguided, of how the
evils of the world emanates from competition for fossil fuels (that
can't be in the book), hey GO CRAZY and you'll sop this up with a
biscuit.

And you know after 9/11, we all only liked each other for a few
minutes before getting on each others nerves again. Business as usual.

sd

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Wednesday, March 04, 2009

buds

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There is a lot of hot and crazy things going on in the world

I am standing on the brink

7:10 AM 3/4/2009

Do somthing.

Going to think organized. Yesterday, before thinking, before talking, before responding, I thought of the word organize, and the swirl in my brain was silence.

It was like changing a channel.

This morning writing is like self hypnosis, I can believe anything if i write it early enough.

These sessions have been very good for me doctor. They've taken my mind out of the box.

A wet, bone bowl with serrated cap.

I am going to be a self sustaining filmmaker one day. On my terms, producing my own stuff, and paying my bills and saving some away from the films I make. I won't have to have a day job. I will be able to live comfortably, not lavishly, but money will not be a constant stress or concern.

The films I produce will be from ideas I write, or from others that I can see giving myself over to fully. Things I don't mind living inside for prolongued periods of time.

All that I do now is a step to get me closer to that goal.

THe path I am on is my own and will not resemble the path others have taken. A well worn path is not yours.

At 7am, I believe it.

The goal is to believe it all day long.

I'm drinking coffee brewed yesterday, poured over ice, in my rediculously enourmous mug. I would murder someone for a descent doubleshot of espresso.

WATCHMEN is incredible thus far. My favorite character is Dr. Manhattan. Indifferent and cold. Hanging out on Mars. Makes more sense then Clark "up with people" Kent. Everyone rips off Mario Bava, and everyone rips off Watchmen.

Incredibles, Dark Knight, Mystery Men - just off the top of my head. Alan Moore is a hell of a writer. And the art is nice 80's style, non-photoshoped and perfect. Now comic art can veer toward the overproduced and confussing. Technically sophisticated and tricked out, but incapable of telling a story. Nice alone, ugly taken in all together. Not the old stuff.

Once at Dragon Con I talked to an old man who was at the artist table who had drawn comics back in the 50's for smaller companies, and this was his view. His stuff was primative, and you couldn't get a job these days with his style, but it looked like a comic book, it flowed, and it wasn't like every illustration was a poster design for the side of someones van. It's called difussion. You put one million ideas on a page, it becomes an impressive mush. A glorious shit.

I have this problem myself, know when to edit. Tide comes in, tide comes out.

Today I have class, and photoshop is a cult that consumes you. I worked about 90 minutes last night on tweaking my head removal, and yes, you still have to get up in the morning and go to work, no matter how many limbs you remove. But I have 2 chapters to read this weekend and a project, should be fun, I want to stay up and get a chunk done tonight after class.

NOT going to think about all there is to do. ORGANIZE!!!

(poof)

Ahh, that's better.

Of coarse I can only speak of this as an expert opinion of someone who has never done it.

spaztek

there is this guy who walks with a woody allen lope who ran manipulate reality by breaking pieces off him self and leaving them like a bomb, these chunks of self grow in to people that give the situation exactly what it needs, no matter what it is. Man granades. These are completely self sustaining parts, and after they are done doing what needs to be done they go out to a field and shoot themselves in the head.

this is a new technology.

this guy thinks he has life figured out and can use his buds to get out of any situation.

that is who he is.

what happens is that one of his buds springs another bud and he is told that it is now his turn to take the bullet. He was a bud himself once upon a time, and now it is time to let the manifestation take over.

Life becomes nessesary to produce more and more buds until he is obsolete.

in the end he has to stop specializing and become an antique, give the world over to his buds, sidelined.

he stops being a player and becomes a shadow.

when he tries to stop the buds, they overwhelm him like a hydra.

WE COME FROM DUST

The buds turn on him and he doesn't have the equipment to fight

he no longer can make them strong enough, his buds are slaughtered by the new gen buds

he is eventually forced into submission

he wont eat the bullet

Sees the next wave of buds being mistreated.

Smiles and laughs


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buds

NOT going to think about all there is to do. ORGANIZE!!!

(poof)

Ahh, that's better.

Of coarse I can only speak of this as an expert opinion of someone who
has never done it.

spaztek

there is this guy who walks with a Woody Allen lope who ran manipulate
reality by breaking pieces off him self and leaving them like a bomb,
these chunks of self grow into people that give the situation exactly
what it needs, no matter what it is. Man grenades. These are
completely self sustaining parts, and after they are done doing what
needs to be done they go out to a field and shoot themselves in the
head.

this is a new technology.

this guy thinks he has life figured out and can use his buds to get
out of any situation.

that is who he is.

what happens is that one of his buds springs another bud and he is
told that it is now his turn to take the bullet. He was a bud himself
once upon a time, and now it is time to let the manifestation take
over.

Life becomes necessary to produce more and more buds until he is obsolete.

in the end he has to stop specializing and become an antique, give the
world over to his buds, sidelined.

he stops being a player and becomes a shadow.

when he tries to stop the buds, they overwhelm him like a hydra.

WE COME FROM DUST

The buds turn on him and he doesn't have the equipment to fight

he no longer can make them strong enough, his buds are slaughtered by
the new gen buds

he is eventually forced into submission

he wont eat the bullet

Sees the next wave of buds being mistreated.

Smiles and laughs

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

observations from a highly organized mind

March 3rd, 2008

I was made fun of last night in class for being so disorganized, so thus, I am going to make it my goal to get some of this organization stuff into my life and not let the chaos be a constant source of drama.

Maybe the organization will make the chaos more effective.

This will be ingrained. Organize as I go. Data disks are my friends.

Well stay low key about it, laid back, chill about it. Dont exhaust myself on the prospect.

Woohoo! I am not afraid to party. Not one data bit.

Im just like you!

-You should see a doctor.

I am pretending to be a robot and it is making this job very easy.

You can actually be an asshole in the name of professionalism!

Ba ba ba!

Just saw a name, John Core, ha!

Kirk wont show you his pain because he NEEDS his pain!

LABOTOBABES / MORGUE WHORES (working title for Night Shift)

HEAD REMOVAL AND NECK STRETCH PROJECTS, FINGER IN EYEBALL

Ill be seeing you when you get there.

Ill see you, when you get there, if you ever get there, see you when you get there.

-end credit music to some movie (ca. 1996)




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