Techno Robot Pudding

lovely day for a holiday. happy all hallow’s eve. may the folklore be with you. there’s more than a pocketful of paranormal discussion during this peak season of supernatural sensations. i love it.

freud says: nothing, you idiot! sigmund freud’s dead, he’s locked in my basement.

careful, you be careful.

if siggy was 100% right, i’d be in a much different situation than i am in now.

almost nobody reads this. fine with me. then again, perhaps it would be beneficial if i added things that were useful enough to entice people to visit. like ads for cialis. or tiny low-fi snippets of pornography. naw, i’ll go against the grain and continue with the current format: self-deprecating musings from someone bored to cynicism.

it’s hard to get on a roll if you can’t get started. it’s hard to get started if your tongue is half numb and your wit is too loosely packaged. remember that.

don’t listen to music at a high volume. listen to music at a very high volume. even classical.

pay attention, so you can miss the references.

someone once spoke of the “michael vault,” michael jackson’s metaphorical storage place for his finest work. someone should lock that skeleton in a vault.

speaking of skeletons, there really needs to be a long-distance track team called by that name.

i took an iq test the other day. it said my iq was 136. the average iq in mississippi is 85. the average per capita income is around $14k. i’m beginning to think that i could rule mississippi. i’d change the state bird to the vulture, the state color to macaroni orange, and the state song to “the bad touch” by the bloodhound gang. our first initiative would be to expand the state boundaries into alabama and arkansas. they’ll never see it coming.

i was going to be david bowie for halloween. it didn’t work out. alas, even i cannot replicate awesomeness of that magnitude. for serious.

want a cliché? time slows when you need it to pass. time flies when you want it to last forever. isn’t it strange?

quick! look over here! *wham* that’s the awesomeness smashing you over the head. it’ll heal, please don’t sue.

now go get yourself some candy. and if you’re not sure if it’s got tacks or poison in it, just ask yourself: “what would sally struthers do?”

sometimes i wonder.

birthday greetings to:

Julia Roberts
Terrell Davis (TD!)
Bill Gates
Stephen Morris (yes, THE Stephen Morris from Joy Division/ New Order)
Andy Richter (who had the honor of being aside Conan)
Jonas Salk (invented the Polio Vaccine, boo yanni!)

and someone else that is important. i wonder who……

cue the music. and. go. let the streamers fly, the banners wave, the souls cheer in adoration. i’m back.

see? that’s irony. except the part about being back. i mean it.

new look. it’s kind of hipster, but i like it. it’s okay to be a hipster every once in a while. just as long as you don’t attend the bi-weekly meetings. free cake, my ass.

i wish i could get around to doing more things. we’re actually making progress on the new vehicle front. the new camera front, not so promising. the getting some rest and staying sane front is also not very promising. smells like stalingrad. i’m surrounded.

notice how my style tweaks more than michael j. fox? sorry. hey, support stem cell research. seriously. people shouldn’t suffer like that.

back to my style. it’s part of the mood. i’m tired of smudging together massive clumps of frothy eloquence. expect brief clauses. and reduced diction. unless i feel like bludgeoning you with random bits of vocabulary. i’m going to piss on grammar for now. i’m anal enough to bother myself with the possibility that you might think i’m intelligent; yet a hypocrite for bantering on pretentiously while neglecting the common conventions of modern proper english.

i don’t speak english. i speak american. i’m not very good at it. they say i need to inflect with a little more ethnocentrism.

don’t let the biting tone scare you. i’m just confused, is all. it’s rather difficult to fight yourself, which is what i’ve been doing. ego is in witness protection, because superego and id have been fighting. i blame thieves like us. and it belongs to us. i won’t explain this paragraph; to most.

this really isn’t interesting. you could find actual content somewhere else instead of this colluded collection of characters. i’m brutally honest. my truth consists of lies. little symbolic lies.

why is it that time speeds up when you don’t want it to and slows down when you need it to fly? probably a karma thing. see, that’s why Boy George can time travel, because he’s a karma chameleon.

someone i know from a long time ago in a galaxy far far away is looking into producing a film, and he could use some help. chip in if you can, i plan on doing so. if someone’s trying to get their own start in film from the ground up, more power to them i say. it’s not an easy industry. that’s why i’m a TV guy. well, that’s not the reason. movies are still very cool.

it’s all about gaining experience and applying it, really. how you absorb the knowledge you gain from projects and how you apply it is what makes the difference. a careful discerning eye and a tender ear also helps.

putting any kind of production together in the managerial and creative aspects is a lot of work. contrary to what a few people might think, you really need to know what the hell you’re doing to pull something like this off. and if you don’t, you at least should have the ability to build on the experience you’re gaining.

i’m a big fan of images. i’m drawn to interesting well-composed images. i like The Limey for it’s textures, lighting, and angles. i like The Shining for it’s compositions, depth, and atmospheres. they are just two examples of doing something cool with images.

of course, there’s also editing. i’m getting back into the swing of editing on a larger scale. it can be very addicting, which is both a good and a bad thing. you can just sit and edit for five hours and think nothing of it. the problem is that you need to know when to stop and walk away. marathons don’t pay, especially when you need to consider the rhythm and tone of your edits. it’s like dancing. after dancing all night, you get so tired that you start to miss steps. unlike dancing, you can fix your screw-ups. but why waste time screwing up if you don’t have to?

i was actually going to ramble on and on about something completely different, but i’ve come to the conclusion that it’s futile. besides, it would only remind me of the futility and compound the frustration and confusion.

new car. soon. i hope. one more exercise in a patience that is already wearing thin thanks to everything else. how do i not have ulcers?