Just saw 500 days of Summer. It is a very good flick. Subject matter aside it has a perfect pace and I loved the non-linear narrative. Some fun uses of animation as well. As far as the story goes it will hit home with many men who have any sort of monogamous inclinations. It is amazing how one girl can influence your life even after they are long gone. This is of course no fault of the girl's but rather the boy torturing himself as his expectation falls short of reality.

Re-watching Dexter. Working through season 1 right now. Back on Suicidegirls after some time away. I think this is a good thing. We shall see.

Apparently I am technologically challanged but if I have done this correctly below is my teams entry into this years Bloodshots festival. In Bloodshots teams have 48 hours to make a horror movie based on various sub-genres. Ours was horror in the style of a lifetime movie. There were four great actors involved and I wrote it, held the camera, and edited. I guess I also directed if you count saying "now move over there" directing. I hope you like it and if you don't it is most likely my fault. And if it isn't below at all then I fucked up again and I give up.

Playing with lighting.

Nikon D300, I wants it.

I have nothing worthwhile to say.

Knowing that we are going to die is what makes life worth living.

A POEM

I open my mailbox
I peer into the metal depths
My eyes shine with anticipation
The red envelope soon fills my hands
I tear it open and grasp the silver disk within
The disk is placed upon the tray and the tray slides into the machine
Remote in hand I sit in my favorite chair
The TV glows as I press play
The image skips
I yell fuck

Stupid Netflix

I recently took time to examine my life and I have come to the conclusion that I bare a striking resemblence to Wile E. Coyote. I have many grand plans, I execute them flawlessly, and I end up falling off a cliff just the same. Or I crash into a fake tunnel or I get run over by a train that comes out of a tunnel that was suposed to be fake. Or maybe my rocket just explodes. Or my spring shoes end up around my ears and I turn into a human accordian. I guess that metaphor got a little out of hand. Where the hell was I going with this anyway? I guess I just want something to go exactly as planned. That would be nice.