Watching Watching Watching. If I was puritanical enough I would be a voyeur. But really I'm just jealous, I get off on being good enough to participate in my fantasies; not just witness them. I suppose that's why I like this site. There's not fantasy of penetration or false integration of a body that isn't mine but only the beauty of the model themself and their ability to match their eyes to mine. It's nice to pretend you are wanted, especially sexually. I suppose that's my fantasy, to again be wanted by someone I want just as much, body and mind.
Speaking of watching, UFC old-school is the shit. The lack of overall rules, weight classes and time limits make it really exciting to watch even when you know the results. Even the evolution of film technology is kind of interesting to watch as the light flares dim over the passing years and the three cameras become five and ten. I also love that every contestant in the original tournaments were monsters. I mean MONSTERS. Mulleted, freaked out steroid crazed Canadians and freakish eyeballing Brazilians. It's like wrestling in 1975 with legitimate intended injury. Beautiful stuff, really.
One more interview today. Had Marlowe on B-roll and he did excellently. I mean really, quite an attentive photographer. I need to quit touching to tripod personally, that's my issue. But this kid has the eye like I do. He might even be better North Ave. Pres was the location and it turned out great. Disappointed in myself interview wise though, wasn't able to form my usual rapport with the talent and it shows. Luckily (and this may be the reason) the interviewee had some very specific points and stats they wanted to get across which made things more efficient. Next interview decembor? Fuck that. I want more.
Got my hands on a stash of Disney from Alice in Wonderland to Pinocchio. Almost 2,000 movies in the binders now. Need to take stock.
Planned projects:
Video movie reviews
Top five bi-weekly movie lists
Shitty poetry I appreciate detraction of
Tomorrow is a med-school shoot for a friend concerning a common sense nursing philosophy of "communicate with the patient". Sarcastic quizzes in the style of good idea - bad idea (for those who watched Tiny Toons). 3-4 hour shoot. Afterward architectural shoot for a scale model of a restaurant marquee. After that small bullshit band shoot. I will be tired. I am excited and tepid. I wish i had a better person to pat me on the beck and say I'm not a fuck up sometimes. I have the absolute BEST person to emphasize my being a fuckup but I would like something sincere and uninfluenced. I guess that's what I miss about being in love. Having someone you can trust not to bullshit you in the best possible way. This is how I know I can't sing
Fuck you all. More doodles. Comment. Response makes my ego happy.My ego is a large and deflated balloon. So blow me.
...I'm really not that offensive when you hear my tone of voice. I promise.
Enjoy or hate, just react if only to let me know I exist.
Speaking of watching, UFC old-school is the shit. The lack of overall rules, weight classes and time limits make it really exciting to watch even when you know the results. Even the evolution of film technology is kind of interesting to watch as the light flares dim over the passing years and the three cameras become five and ten. I also love that every contestant in the original tournaments were monsters. I mean MONSTERS. Mulleted, freaked out steroid crazed Canadians and freakish eyeballing Brazilians. It's like wrestling in 1975 with legitimate intended injury. Beautiful stuff, really.
One more interview today. Had Marlowe on B-roll and he did excellently. I mean really, quite an attentive photographer. I need to quit touching to tripod personally, that's my issue. But this kid has the eye like I do. He might even be better North Ave. Pres was the location and it turned out great. Disappointed in myself interview wise though, wasn't able to form my usual rapport with the talent and it shows. Luckily (and this may be the reason) the interviewee had some very specific points and stats they wanted to get across which made things more efficient. Next interview decembor? Fuck that. I want more.
Got my hands on a stash of Disney from Alice in Wonderland to Pinocchio. Almost 2,000 movies in the binders now. Need to take stock.
Planned projects:
Video movie reviews
Top five bi-weekly movie lists
Shitty poetry I appreciate detraction of
Tomorrow is a med-school shoot for a friend concerning a common sense nursing philosophy of "communicate with the patient". Sarcastic quizzes in the style of good idea - bad idea (for those who watched Tiny Toons). 3-4 hour shoot. Afterward architectural shoot for a scale model of a restaurant marquee. After that small bullshit band shoot. I will be tired. I am excited and tepid. I wish i had a better person to pat me on the beck and say I'm not a fuck up sometimes. I have the absolute BEST person to emphasize my being a fuckup but I would like something sincere and uninfluenced. I guess that's what I miss about being in love. Having someone you can trust not to bullshit you in the best possible way. This is how I know I can't sing
Fuck you all. More doodles. Comment. Response makes my ego happy.My ego is a large and deflated balloon. So blow me.
...I'm really not that offensive when you hear my tone of voice. I promise.
Enjoy or hate, just react if only to let me know I exist.
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I have taught you something neat. Relate it to your vague memories of me and make me neat. I am the neatest person you don't know. Although I am very bad at tidying up. This is inconsequential. Love me.