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[Mar. 8th, 2005|07:43 am] |
Seriously trimmed down the f-list, so I might actually use this journal...
A few weeks ago, I moved back to the desert and I'm loving it. Family, food, and vacation time are doing me wonders right now. I'm missing the immediate 'Dena crew, but I can live with it. I'm currently without an internet connection, but I should have DSL in a few more weeks.
Today, I'm picking up an Apple G5. *drool* |
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[Nov. 30th, 2004|05:22 pm] |
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I did it. I'm writing again... |
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| Joke's on me, he said.... |
[Nov. 30th, 2004|02:08 pm] |
Looking back over this particular journal, I realized why I left it behind. It's all the same goddamn cycle of shitty dayjobs, dumb romantic longings, and repeated attempts at the same project. Somehow, it's just not working. It's like watching a monkey trying to fuck a football.
My good friend Tara always tells me that I have special reality bending powers and shit. She's right, I remember them, but I haven't been able to make them work for a while.
Looking for a way out. The only way to do anything at all, is simply to do it, right? Simple, but not so easy.
Well, a number of changes should be happening soon, externally and financially...and perhaps that might in turn stimulate the internal side.
Until then, I guess I'll just be bugfuck crazy... |
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[Nov. 30th, 2004|01:01 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | this badass CD from under my windshield wiper | ] |
Think I shaved for the first time this month. Had to shake off the "solitary confinement" thing I had going on. It's never a good idea to spend an entire month to yourself, take a bunch of hallucinogens, and go to a jungle rave. Unless you are highly adapable, it'll bust your transmission.
Found it hard to look people in the eye. Solitude isn't always a good thing.
Took the day off from the phone mines. Yes, I still have that fucking job. They cancelled the 60 day notice, cause the customers can't deal with help desk people from India. It's purely racist, but then again outsourcing sucks all the same. I need a new gig... I know this. Anyone that lives here knows how the current job market sucks and can understand why I'm still working this soul crusher.
Currently, I'm supposed to be working on a re-write, and some new script ideas, but I'm being distracted by a CD someone left under my windshield wiper the other night. It's hard, fast, and weird, just how I like.
Ok, fuck procrastination. To work with me. Just after this last smoke... |
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[Aug. 19th, 2004|01:07 pm] |
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Holy Shit!! Better get out and do something so I don't just spend my whole day in bed with comics and a hangover. Oh, and if you run across a copy of Superman: Red Son , buy it immediatley. Imagine if baby supes had crashed in the Ukraine instead of Kansas, and you got the idea. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2004|02:36 pm] |
Different journals have different moods. To me, anyway. Couldn't write at this one anymore, cause I was feeling way too negative. Had to go into my own dark direction and get all depressive psychic vampire where fewer folks could see.
Feeling better than ever, though, so I'll put some writing here and see how it feels.
'Sides, I think the writing is better here... |
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[Nov. 26th, 2003|09:19 pm] |
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This journal is dead, yo. No longer taking calls. It only exists as an archive. Carry on... |
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| Beep...beep...beeep....beeeeeeee............. |
[Nov. 24th, 2003|12:01 am] |
Happy Birthday, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) zools, you beautiful girl. Other than that, I have nothing new to say. This chapter is over, and we must join our hero at some other point in the story.
So I'm deleting as of tomorrow. I'm a motherfucking addict, so we'll see how long this lasts. As of Tuesday, Silentrazor.com should be working again, and there's a million other ways to get ahold of me anyway.
Either here, or another journal, I'll be back when when there's something new to report. Till then, pulling the plug on this bitch... |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2003|07:58 am] |
Not much phone, and my main email is out. The universe (or Verizon) has decided to cut me off the usual stream of job replys, well wishers, querys for the Dark Shogun, random Tarot readings and forcasts from sexy witches, etc.
(Note..not a complaint, Chad. Just the state of things.)
Ahhh. Whatever. Time to go internal anyway, and handle shit. Empty the mind of useless baggage, and concentrate on the now.
The windmill is actually a full-blown dragon. I can see it through the hallucinations, delusions, longings etc. The dragon is the world. The dragon is The Terror.
I'm underbudget and ill equipped. I'm going after it's weak spot with only a pointy stick. Only one of us is getting out of this alive, goddamn it... |
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| Deth in the Aisles |
[Nov. 22nd, 2003|08:10 pm] |
The crazies have descended upon the mall like a horde of locusts. People that should never leave the house must go shopping for Christmas. The come to the mall cause it's enclosed, and not hellish for the agoraphobic.
It's hell with the lid off. All the junkies, gangbangers, and Springer rejects assemble at my store, and pretend to have class. Assholes...they are buying nothing more than particle board with wood veneer. Clocks made of shaped rubber. Mass produced prints from the art mines.
Bring it on. Bring on the scab-pickers, imaginary bug-swatters, retarded beat-boxers, and the sodomists of the elderly. I can handle the weirdness by being even weirder and harder to understand. That's why they hired me. I can cope with the freaky stuff, patron... |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2003|09:21 am] |
Just finished detailing all the shots for "Tulpa". Took about two weeks, working around the Bombay schedule. Feels like I was being slow, but then again, I've never done this before for something this size.
Tomorrow, a breakneck day of gathering PR materials.
And now, off to the retail mines...
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And I lost three more pounds. Nine total in the last month. I recommend the Bombay diet for anyone... |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2003|08:00 am] |
While preparing to shoot "El Mariachi", Robert Rodriguez checked himself into an experimental drug study, in order to get his starting funds of $7000. To this day, his biceps bear biopsy scars as a reminder of what he did to get into the game.
The drug itself was a "rapid-healing" aid, and could have had completely unforseen effects.
Lesson learned? You can do anything you want if you are willing to sacrifice something. Be it a few years off the back end of your life, or a bit of social interaction. Think of where you are now, and what you can afford to gamble... |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2003|07:24 am] |
So close to Thanksgiving. I fully intend to spend two days in Palmdale, eating Mom's food, reading sci-fi, and playing Heroclix with my nephew.
lady_morphina, if you read this, call me. I'm looking for you... |
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| Whooohooo!!! |
[Nov. 21st, 2003|10:09 pm] |
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Lap dances are still legal in LA. Now if I could just afford one... |
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[Nov. 21st, 2003|09:39 am] |
G: Knock knock?
O: Who's there?
G: Little Boy Blue..
O: Little Boy Blue who?
G: Micheal Jackson. |
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| Can't Escape the Weirdness... |
[Nov. 21st, 2003|09:26 am] |
I was at work minding my own biz behind the counter, when a couple and their child walked in. The kid was a six feet tall, redheaded pre-teen. He looked like Ritchie Cunningham, and he was retarded.
The kid starts bouncing around the store, and drumming on all the furniture. A song with a hip-hop beat comes on, and the kid runs straight to the counter, locks eyes with me, and goes into a "human beatbox" routine while air scratching invisible turntables.
My natural instinct was to get down (I got soul), but I had to restrain from dancing, or busting up cause I didn't know how this kid's parents would react.
Later, I found my manager in tears of laughter. She was watching the whole thing from the stockroom.
I'm gonna find that kid, and film my own retarded "8 Mile"... |
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[Nov. 21st, 2003|06:54 am] |
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The culmination of the most recent flurry of activity for "Tulpa" should be on the 23rd. Very fitting if you ask me... |
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