AMERICA!!!

There are tons of oil refineries scattered around Torrance and Carson. This one is planted ominously right next to the 405 and I drive by it at least once a week, usually at night. The first time I passed it I was taken back and terrified. I remember thinking about how ominous that thing was, and how audacious the ties must have been to decide it was a fantastic idea to put an American flag over their giant, polluting, complex. (It reminds me of the second level of Sonic 2) I'm pretty sure that Dr. Robotnik lives in here and he swivels his mustache while he and Dr. Light chuckle about some sort of evil surprise attack on the greater Los Angeles region. Nobody would suspect an attack on the South Bay, everyone here is too busy hiring crosswalk guards at every major intersection and driving around their Lexus SUV's to even notice such a plot brewing right there in their backyard. Jesus Christ!? Sometimes productions excrement permeates over this giant fortress so thick it looks like the skin of the earth in the Matrix, but with more lights. I'm not too sure where I'm going with this so I'll just stop here and cut my losses. For all I know Dr. Robotnik saw me snap this and has drones scouring the internet for any kind of lead!

The unheard voice of my nether's backyard

For those that know me, I've heard this interest scoffed at as an unhealthy, childish obsession. My rebuttal for this is that my body is indeed a sacred temple. Everything that goes into it shapes and determines the state of my everlasting perfection, and, as a result, everything that comes out of it, divine lyric. I personally think that I should be endowed with a personal stenographer who, viscously takes notes of my uncensored thoughts. So they can one day be collected into a large book that people cramp themselves in a large, hot room with solid, uncomfortable benches and, after really listening and searching for a hopeful meaning, will drop money onto a plate, shake hands with strangers and splash themselves with tap water. My words are that important to me. So coming out the other end, my farts are incoherent messages that whisper to crazy people, give their lives meaning and cause them to stand out on street corners condemning everyone.

This leads me to my poops- I just took one, a really healthy one that almost clogged the toilet by its sheer mass and consistency. I mean, this was a large log that, if it were a tree to be chopped, would take Paul Bunion a week just to break up and send to freezing villages for firewood. Anyways, this thing was staining my bowl with sacred marks. After i got up i thought about taking a picture of it. So that one day, the images would be stored on digital and hard copy microfiche and studied by only the highest scholars. They would sit around confounded by their complex patterns and scoured for the boons of truth. The general public would have no interest in them except for maybe rich people interested in mounting high art over their fireplaces. Just a thought before i flushed the sucker and washed my hands of it forever, looking up to get lost in the infinity that is me.

Treatment for the Wester

School is a-coming to a close and Thank God for that shit. The only cool thing to happen through the course of the semester was that a Treatment for the Western was created, I'm feeling pretty good about it.

PIANO BAR SCENE

I'm in a intro to film production class. Our assignment: write a scene that takes place in a piano bar. I wanted to stay away from violence and keep it from being boring. Which was tough, but perversion saved me. I think this has a pungent moral that all can agree is timeless and sage like. I said it was Shakespearian because the nuggets of real truth are delivered by the clown, who is always the forewarner and bearer of truth in Bill's plays. My roommate said I was reading too much into it, but you can't deny me and Bill are on the same wavelength here! Also, I'm hoping that - http://madixmunroe.deviantart.com/ - will throw down some pencils on this since the scripts we direct in the class can't be our own, and I'm fairly positive that my classmates wont capture the poignancy of this scene. For those with a sharp eye, there are some references to the master, TOM WAITS in this since i was listening to his records while i was writing this. *Apparently i can't post it here because this place won't let me post it in the proper format, but i put the scene up on my deviantart page, i guess it will get some use after all... if you want, stop on by. http://bodiddles.deviantart.com/

Yes, I'm still alive

School's been in session for about two months now, and that has significantly diminished my time to sit down and write. I hate to say it, but against my will the Western has been shelved due to massive amounts of homework assignments. Usually I would shrug it and say fuck it. But all my classes are Film related and I can't help but to enjoy the assignments a bit. Anyway, I was given a handout to read based on the neo-realist classic The Bicycle Thief. I liked the movie, but the handout was sort of stagnate... until the final chapter, then the words sort of rang very true. I really liked what the the writer (Roberto Rossellini) had to say about film making.

"Beautiful Shots! That is the one thing that makes Me sick! A film must be well-directed; that is the least one can expect of a filmmaker; but a single shot need not be beautiful. The only thing that is important is the rhythm, and that cannot be learnt, you carry it inside yourself."

I like to think that the first lesson on film making isn't anything technical, it's just your inherent instinct for flavor and rhythm. You cannot teach that, I've seen it in the film production classes I've taken. Some people just don't have the rhythm, me probably being one of them. But I happen to like what I make to an extent. Well shit, ranting aside. It seems like the Title for the Western will be:

The Man Who Never Missed

A small announcement, but one none the less, and only for the sake that I felt I needed to post something here.

COLORAMA PIECE FOR WESTERN!!!

The Western Promo is available in PRINTED COLORAMA!!! at the Long Beach Comic Con in Artist Alley at table 30- something... Anyways, stop by and say hello, OR e-mail Jefferson and order yours TODAY!!!

http://Noxious1.deviantart.com/art/The-Man-Who-Never-Missed-color-138588646

PROMO PIECE FOR WESTERN

Jefferson did a promo piece for the Western story of the main character. He is gonna be selling prints of it at the Long Beach Comic Con in Artists Alley. You can preview the piece here:

http://Noxious1.deviantart.com/art/The-Man-Who-Never-Missed-135904457

If you like it let him know, and if your going to be at the Con stop by and say hello. He and I will be there, next the Dustin Nguyen!