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<I>Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got…</I>

Thanks for that paragraph, Mr. Welsh. It’s from one of my favorite novels of all time. Know it? If you do, you win the Lloyd Moore No-Prize! Brag to all your friends that you won it! They’ll sure to be jealous.

Graduated. Well, that went by quickly. This whole year in Vancouver at VFS has been awesome. Sure, I could have learned a ton more. Maybe they should have taught us blue screen work. Maybe some of the equipment was shite. But guess what, I meet some great people, and that’s make this whole year worth it. The people I have meet I know are going to be my friends and collaborators for a lifetime. Thanks guys, you made me feeling that dropping out of college and pursuing this crazy dream to be a film maker worth it. You’re all great people. Namaste.

What’s next for the wacky long enduring life adventure of Lloyd? Well, currently I’m trying to find work. I have been in talks with random people all over the place. My biggest hope is that Mr. Kyle Rosetta gets his production company off the ground and I get hired on as a producer and stay here in the great city of Vancouver. Otherwise, I’m Freedom Bound. Back to the States. To Indiana? Nah, I really do not foresee a future in film in my humble little state that birthed Dan Quayle.

Austin, Texas. That is where I will go. Now, before you say something like, “Don’t go to Texas and live in that state. It’s lame and full of blah blah.” I don’t care what kind of world experience you have gathered. Austin is a stellar place. And hopefully a place I can set up a home base. If I do make my way down there, I’m looking forward to stalking Robert Rodriguez and Richard Linklater.

Another possibility I’m going to pursue is that Zak Snyder’ new feature film that is based on the epic graphic novel that Alan Moore and David Gibbons, <i>The Watchmen</i>, which, if you don’t know.. Is one of my favorite stories of all time, is being filmed here in Vancouver. Which is a dream. Which is why I’m going to beg and plead to somehow get on this crew. I need to be a part of this project. I will fight to be on this crew. Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Never surrender.

But since graduation, what have I accomplished? I’ve watched a lot of movies. Tons of them. Hah. I did hang out with my loving parents while they were up here for a bit. Unlike a lot of you angst-ridden fiends, I still adore both of my parents. Hah.

I did go on a mystical journey adventure to this place called Seattle with a faun like creature named Affy. The orginal plan was to go and see the instant classic, and fuck you to <i>Citizen Kane</i>, Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film for Theaters. But the weekend we went, the movie decided to leave theaters. Boo to them. What we did do was have an awesome run to the place of myth, Taco Bell. Also, we saw animal friends at the Seattle Zoo and went to some lame ass carnival that was licing and breathing below the Space Needle. We couldn’t find that Kurt Cobain shrine,, I kinda wanted to pee on it. Also, we liberated a creature named Bernard. He’s safe now.

What an eventful couple of weeks that are coming up. I’m the key grip on a show I’m going to be on. Also, I have the wedding of Kyle Seto and Amanda Rodriqguez, two of my favorite people in the world, to attend on this upcoming Monday. Also, a couple weeks after that, another pair of my favorites, Amy Stack and Jay Mazzone Jr, are getting hitched as well. Guess what, I’m not dressing up. Because I’m broke. So, in the meantime, I am starting the, Get Lloyd a Nice Suite For People’s Wedding Charity. Ask for my PayPal account.

So, this whole time, it’s been recaps. Not my usual weird ranting. I know. Odd. Well, the last week or so, I’m going to admit. I have been questioning myself. This was all triggered by an event of one of my friends, Gavin. If you don’t know the story, ask. I think it would be disrespectful to post what has been done here. Anyway, I’ve been questioning myself. Who am I? Am I happy? Am I alone? Who do I love? And a bunch of questions like that. It was a weird little self-evaluation of myself. And I think finally, yesterday. I figured myself out. At least the current version of myself.

And to all those I might have upset, made angry, or made myself distant of the past week. I apologize. I was being selfish. I should have never done that. That wasn’t right. I hope you can forgive me. I’m back and I’m ready. Let’s hug it out, bitch.

My fingers are starting to become a tad numb and I have been neglecting Pan’s Labyrinth, which is playing in my living room as I type this. So I am off for now, friends. Keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching for the stars.