I am the Internet.
Serum
I've always wished I was one of those poets who hated and loathed like "You stupid bitch die, die, die." Oh well.
Cyberpunk
He's a cyberpunk listening to his cyberfunk, with his interface surfing the netwaves. Looking for the netgirl in a digital world made of pixels which he mixes into his electro-drink at Bar Cyberspace in this cyberplace.
Audition
How deep does love run? Daughters taxi at airports for daddies. I wonder, about French cool and photo-chopped shoots. I audit not to attend them. Though... maybe I should find out. Tears on shoulders down motherless fathers for the sons whose dad's were bagged.
Audition (1999) is a film directed by Takashi Miike.
The Reckless Proliferation of Facial Hair
This shot you guys took of a truckstop patron caught my eye and gave me a chuckle:
I showed it to She Dragon and She in turn wryly pointed out the salty growth of barnacles that’d recently taken hold on my own face:
Proof once again that people with shag carpets shouldn’t throw lice.
Or something slightly more coherent.
Tombs of the Blind Dead
Tonight I was restless. So I ran blind like a bad Rober Frost poem from those pesky blind satanic Templars in the eurotrash graveyard.
La Noche del terror ciego (1971), is a flim by Amando de Ossorio.
Scouting and Itinerary for next 2 Weeks
Here is the itinerary for the next two weekends. If you are interested in doing either of these activities, get in contact with me.
- Saturday 14th: Prop Construction
- Saturday 21st: Prop Construction
This Saturday Megan and I scouted for locations. On our excursions we came across Bowman’s Hill Wildflower Preserve where we saw this impressive looking gristmill.
The mill turned out to be the Thompson-Neely Gristmill, which is actually apart of the Washington Crossing Historic Park right across the street.
In the coming week I’ll contact with the people at Washington Crossing and cross my fingers that they let me film there. Even in the event that they say “no” – I plan to go back. Other interesting structures in the area include Bowman’s Hill Tower.
The photo of the Thompson-Neely Gristmill comes courtesy of Megan Register who also has a very nice photo of sheep from Washington Crossing Historic Park on her website.
Serial Slayer AKA Claustrophobia
I watched Serial Slayer AKA Claustrophobia twice. The first time, I watched it. The second, I listened. To someone else, somewhere else, it had another. For me - it's only a down turned smile and people I knew.
Serial Slayer (2003) is a film directed by Mark Tapio Kines.
Unofficial Crew Call
This is an unofficial crew call for readers of Protozoic who would like to be involved in the shooting of Ameviathan: The Green Machine. Over the next couple weeks, and very possibly more if I quit teaching, I’ll be involved in a number of activities ranging from scouting locations (this weekend for example the ever-beautiful Megan will be aiding me scout) to painting boxes. Of course, I can’t pay you money, but I can promise you things like credit where credit is a due, food, shelter, good times and the spinning of Blue Oyster Cult tunes. Who knows – it may even look good on your resume’.
So if you think you would be interested – contact me. Chances are if you are reading this then you know me personally, but if you don’t – all you have to do is drop me an email here at the site and I’ll give you more details of how you can be involved.
In another life, I was a dog
Barking senseless. Falling in love everyday all over again. There I bit a pound out of Eliot's cats. I didn't have a reason really, other than they annoyed the shit out of me. I barked at Sylvia too, to get her head out of the oven. She died. The holidays were black that year. And Emily. I guess I was her dog. Running down by the sea. Barking. Incoherently.