My other stuff

I'm flaccid with rage!

What in the hell is your problem? Our relationship was what it was. I certainly knew what I was getting into when we first hooked up. You are a manipulative passive aggressive bitch and I'm an asshole. It's as simple as that. I don't care about what little tiny thing set of your emotional roller coaster ride this time, I really don't. You had one, if not every day, at least once a week when we dated. Everything had to be so fucking dramatic. Everything was a deep black abyss of nothingness, or some such shit. Please be quiet.

Not everything that happens to you is important. In fact, I'm sure most of it isn't even slightly interesting. Life really isn't that hard. Honestly. And if you're going to continue to complain you could at the very least become some sort of Buddhist monk (do Buddhists have nuns?) and move away to some place where you won't have phone access. That way you won't bother as many people with your "life is pain" bullshit.

You hurt yourself? Oh God that is so dark! Why not just get an eating disorder and then whine about that imaginary psychological ailment. I hear there's some sort of placebo for that now. Leave the bodily abuse to those of us who know how it's done. My life didn't begin nor end with you. I've moved on and for all your posturing it seems to me you haven't. Why else would you call me up on a Saturday and deliberately try to piss me off?

My life isn't dramatically different after all of this. Here, let me give you a little example using my lifestyle.


This is an illustration of my life before we met.


And this in an actual picture from after.

Sure some of the beer is a little cheaper, but that's because I'm a cheap asshole. You should know that, seeing as how I bought you the "wrong" (i.e not 200+ dollars worth of) presents. Then again I never received a single one from you. At least now I don't have someone constantly complaining about my drinking, while that very same person is gulping down Bacardi Breezers/Smirnoff Ices and hitting on every other man that comes along. So thank you for ruining my Saturday, I'm now blocking your number.

PS. Ever contemplated suicide? It's way cool and rocks ass. All the awesome people are doing it.



The year in review.

It fucking sucked. It fucking blew. It was a piece of shit. And I didn't like it. Here's to another 365 days of bullshit!

Project me this, project me that.

Having gotten most other stuff out of the way, I'm now working on a new short film. This thing is completely fueled by my latest onset of depression. I don't want to give you the impression that I sat at home in the dark, cutting myself and crying. If it ever came to that point I'd just kill myself and stop being such a whiny bitch. Unlike anything I've done before this little spiel will not be a piece of strict genre convention but instead more tread along the lines of avant garde cinema. It's not going to be some pretentious piece of garbage without structure though. It will contain some form of story, or at least logic. That's my goal anyhow. It's going to be a musically driven piece of visual experimentation. Bear with me. I'll be back to making my ordinary stuff soon enough. Listening to: Clutch - Shiny Cadillackiness Watching: Battlestar Galactica Reading: Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk

Good internet, bad internet

There are many fantastic and creative things out there on the Internet. Content created by individuals or groups that transcend Internet camp and show of some serious artistic merit. Without the Internet most of these people would never have found any larger audience than their friends and family. The Internet also offer established artists and writers a new avenue of distribution. Check out Stefan G. Bucher's little daily project he's got going. Amazing stuff. Then there's the horribly bad side of the Internet. Beside the obviously disgusting stuff like neonazi fumblefucks getting a channel to express themselves in (which they should be allowed by the way) and child pornography we have all the really shitty user created material on youtube. And myspace, and flickr, and all the God damn everyday blogs. Don't get me wrong, there's heaps of awesome stuff there as well. Just that it's outweighed by a ratio of something like 1000:1 or more. But worst of all is the corporate incursions and failed attempts to create "buzz" or "viral marketing" campaigns. Viral marketing can be both entertaining for the consumer and effective for the company but it has to be subtle. So that even if the users finally realize that it's marketing, which is sort of a necessity, they don't feel tricked and get pissed off. Here's Sony's feeble and quite frankly insulting attempt to sell a shitty product. Nobody wants a PSP for Christmas, that's the main problem in selling this illusion. The second one being that you need to engage the user (or audience if you will) in some sort of activity. Let me rephrase that. You need them to think. Who created this? Is it real? What in the shit is going on? It's this interest that makes them "buzz" about it and pass it along, thus triggering a viral effect. For them to just visit some blog about a fan-boy and his fancy of a handheld device no one really likes is just....sad. Why is it that huge corporate influence on anything only makes it worse and spoils the fun for all the rest of us? Granted comments are usually so mind-numbingly stupid it makes my little eyes sad, but I don't want someone censuring bad language. And certainly not someone besides the creator of the content.