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This won me third prize in a the AICE Camp Kuleshov trailer competition (previously known as Trailer Park).

For the youtube version: http://uk.youtube.com/user/kaflickastan

Hope you all are doing well!

Another Couple videos

Because this is what I do...

Pretty in Pink Synopsis

Old Posts Never Die...

A couple weeks ago I had a great comment from a blogger I truly admire on this post. Turns out people can still read my older ramblings, and if you write about someone who is active on the internet, sooner or later they might find you. (Still waiting for a comment from Phil Collins).

Anyway, I just wanted to thank Ronni for stopping by, and all the new traffic that she brought along with her. And especially I am glad I inspired one of her posts. Apparently, my black background has made it hard for some people to read my words, so I've changed it. I only hope that now that she can read it just fine, she doesn't suddenly realize how morally bankrupt and intellectually stunted I am.

Oh man,

I really liked that last post. I'm good.

Why I don't post so much

I figure my blogs biggest issue is that it generally doesn't exist. I feel inspired once in a while to say something I think is important, and then, I totally abandon. If this blog was a house plant or a puppy, it would have died long ago from neglect.

Granted, if it was a puppy or plant, I would take MUCH better care of it, just so you know.

Well, a puppy anyway.

Okay, I'm avoiding something: the point.

For a long time I have been telling myself and anyone who asks (who are very few in number) that I just haven't had time to post. I work a MINIMUM of 10 hours a day, and I'm trying to have a decent outside life as well.

However, if I have time to stay up on Kid Nation and watch old Lost DVDs, I think I could afford the few minutes a day required to keep this thing up.

So again, the point:

I am lonely in the cybersphere. In the cybersphere, I pour onto the webpage my hopes and dreams, witty observations (so says I), and semi-coherant rants and am repaid with an empty comments section and a crushed dream. I feel I have really reached some important conclusion, decide to share my revelation with the world, and then realized my poor, defenseless thoughts have no chance among the likes of Perez Hilton and YouPorn.

In contrast, I am NOT lonely in the real world. In the real world, I am newly married to the woman of my dreams and live in the neighborhood of my dreams near a gigantic park, many affordable yet delicious restaurants, any kind of bar you could possible want to patronize, and roasters of the best coffee on earth. I have a decent job and a handful of friends. I can drink legally. I can golf. My beard is growing in pretty nicely.

So why, why, oh why do I keep throwing my energy into this black hole at all? Why have I let this thing live, knowing it will only crush me with the emptiness and futility of it all?

Perhaps, my loneliness in cyberspace allows me to re-live my youth in some perverted sense. Maybe I'm hoping that someday I'll strike a chord with just the right people and single-handed prevent World War III or better yet, Big Brother 10.
Or maybe the part of me that always wanted to be an author is crying out for attention (whatever happened to that part of me, anyway?).

I just don't know. So I'm just going to try to keep posting, maybe try to do it more often, and if I get tired of it, it will fade away.

How's that for conviction?

What I have learned in the past 0.3 century

As I was writing in my previous post, in celebration of my 30th year as a life-form, I'd like to first take a look back at what I've learned so far. I am finding this surprisingly, and a bit disarmingly, difficult.

To begin with, this presupposes that there are universal truths of consequence that CAN be learned. And here I have my doubts. There are definitely things that are both true and universal: gravity, taxes, death, the roundness of the earth (although I hear some people now doubt even this). But which of these truths really are of consequence? What truths have I learned actually have the potential to make the world a better place for me and for you, my loyal reader?

Par exemple, one thing I was going to tell you that I learned is: never make out while listening to Led Zeppelin II. It's a promise that can never be fulfilled. Every teenage boy, upon first hearing "Whole Lotta Love" will think, "Man, I'd really love to get some right now." Don't do it. The cliche alone will make you so self-conscious of what's going, you'll get whiplash.

There you go. Something I've learned.

BUT... Imagine this... You and you're lady are really into role playing. For tonight's exercise: she's a trashy woman with big hair and a Motley Crue t-shirt cut to reveal her rockin' cleavage, (or if you want to take it to the extreme, underboob .) He's a trucker who's been on the road since Rick Allen had both arms. Her El Camino has broken down and he pulls the truck over to "see what he can do". As she takes him to the front of the car to "look under the hood", the sounds of "Heartbreaker" blare from her tape player. Suddenly she's going all Tawny Kitaen on the hood of the car... You see where this is going.

Or maybe this isn't a role-playing thing. Maybe you are the trucker or the rock-slut. Off the top of my head, I've just come up with TWO situations where the statement "never make out to Led Zepplin II" is NOT TRUE, even though I really thought I had learned something back in my early 20s.

This is why, as you might have noticed from previous entries, I always avoid preachiness.

A HA! I HAVE learned something:

Lesson of life #1:
DON'T BE PREACHY