Monday, December 31, 2007

I make no promise...

Before sunset on the eve of Yom Kippur the following words are repeated.

All personal vows we are likely to make, all personal oaths and pledges we are likely to take between this Yom Kippur and the next Yom Kippur, we publicly renounce. Let them all be relinquished and abandoned, null and void, neither firm nor established. Let our personal vows, pledges and oaths be considered neither vows nor pledges nor oaths.
The readiness into how people make promises and the ease that it has become to break them has truly tarnished the luster of what it is to promise something to someone.

So on this New Year's Eve, I make no promise or pledge. My words will stand as they are. No greater or worse. May I live up to them.

Have a good one folks.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Three Jews, A Priest, A Muslim, and a Latin Guy...

I got up today, and I went back to the past. I grabbed Jesus of Nazareth, Nicholas of Myra, Muhammad ibn ‘Abd Allāh, Abraham, and Moses. I gave them all pills so that they could talk and understand each other, and they introduced themselves. After introductions were made, Nicholas begins to praise Jesus, while Jesus, Moses, and Muhammad began to praise Abraham, while Abraham stood their a bit confused.

After the novelties wore off, they asked who I was, I told them I was the one who brought them all there. When they asked why, I told them what each was responsible for.

They were taken aback, with Abraham being the only one to say, "I was just doing what God told me to."

As much as they were saddened by the fallout of their deeds, there begins talk of changing their methods, creating clear outlines that could not be misconstrued, that there be 'no factions' in the faiths.

I calmed them down, and said it wouldn't matter. Said that people are gonna believe and interpret it no matter what they said or did.

They asked again what the point was for me to bring them all their, and I told them how important the December month became to all the faiths, fictional or not. They all began to wish Jesus a Happy Birthday, but Jesus tried to tell them that it wasn't for several months, but a good chuckle was had by all.

I told them, that I brought them there to ask them one question, piousness aside, if they could. What is the one thing they'd like to convey to all of you, as one human being to another. It didn't take them long to respond.

Afterwards, we watched Tron, The Incredibles, while Muhammad read The Watchmen, and Nicholas and I played some Halo.

Subsequently, I accidentally made additions to History that I have to share with you. Because of Tron, Moses said he followed a column of fire in the desert, because of The Incredibles, Jesus walked on water, because Muhammad loved The Watchmen comic especially the Walter Kovacs character, he thought it'd be funny if he didn't show his face in any pics of himself. Because of Halo, Nicholas began to tell tales of his flying sled. And Abraham, well, he gave James Hetfield a run for his money when he belted out Enter Sandman on Rock Band.

All in all, they had a great time. And here unto you good people, I relay the message they unanimously came to terms to say.

"The world may seem a cynical, horrible, and at times ultimately miserable place. But it isn't. There's love in each one of you, all you have to do is look. We know that old voices from your past may sound like just regurgitated anecdotes, but please, believe us, we meant nothing but good for our fellow man. And seeing how much of an impact we have made, both bad and good, we ask that you do not forget the basest of messages that we have tried to convey.

You are loved. Take care of each other, for you are all that you have."

Happy Holidays, guys.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Here's a little Christmas spirit for Mars' Spirit.

Two rovers, Spirit and Opportunity, landed on Mars in January 2003, and have been operating more than 15 times longer than originally planned.

What we've learned from these little guys about Mars has been indispensable. Now, the rover Spirit is battling time to get itself in position to survive the Martian winter.

Spirit has about two weeks left to reach a sun-facing slope on the northern edge of a plateau known as Home Plate in Gusev Crater. So much dust blankets its solar panels however, that the rover needs to spend a day charging its batteries just to crawl for an hour, project manager John Callas said during a briefing at the American Geophysical Union conference in San Francisco this week.

Global dust storms swept over the planet for two months earlier this year, blotting out 99.5 percent of the direct sunlight. The rovers survived the storms, but Spirit is so coated with debris that its solar power panels are operating at 42 percent of their original capacity.

"It's almost camouflaged. There's so much dust on the arrays," Callas said.

Even if Spirit reaches its winter resting spot, surviving its third Martian winter will be tough, Callas said. Engineers estimate Spirit's power levels will be reduced to 30 percent -- about what is needed just to keep its equipment from freezing.

Spirit had 50 percent power during the last winter and 70 percent during its first winter on Mars.

No matter what Spirit's fate may be, there is no doubt, that when we finally get Man to Mars, the little guy will be dusted off, and will get its ride back home.

Hang tough bud.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

There she grows!!!

I'd like to share something with the very few who read this.

This is an image that researchers used multibeam sonar to compile a topographic map of a portion of the East Pacific Rise where undersea volcanic eruptions were caught on camera. The black line shows the extent of the eruption. The new lava flow stretched more than 11 miles long and up to 2 miles wide. At the northern end of the eruption, lava poured from a fissure 2,000 feet away from the ridge crest, a process that has been thought to occur, but never observed.

What's it mean? Well, look at it. The red part is the lava that has come up to the surface and solidified through the spread. It's new land. Take notice on either side of the line. Looks like ridges no? That's where the lava has come up before and solidified every time the Earth spreads open.

But wait! Why isn't one part going up, and the other going down, as science has said to us for far too long now? Where's the evidence of bumping continents? Cause continents don't bump together!

Earth grows folks. What you see in that pic, is new skin. The world grows like you grow and I grow. This is proof.

Yet you won't hear any scientist tell you this. Why? Cause it would mean all science would have to change.

But take it in. They're telling you that they are now seeing it for the first time with their own eyes. And now, so can you.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

This is what you shall do...

Go, right now. And tell someone, anyone, that you're thankful for them or something they did. The tougher it is, the harder it is for you to say it to that person, the better.

Why do this?

Why not? What does it cost you? Whatever you think it is, I can guarantee you that that small gesture is worth so much more than your silly little pride.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Time flies, it also crawls, but it doesn't lambada.

My nephew turned a year old last week. Can't believe it's been a year since I was at the hospital holding the little guy. The say a watched pot never boils. They neglect to say that while you're staring at that pot, the world doesn't bother to join you to watch, and whizzes right by you.

I spent the year learning, a lot. And year's end brings so much change to my life. Time's been kind. As harsh as life can get, Time does indeed heal.

Great things are happening. In time, I will share with you all.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Always Learning

One of the best things about being with someone, is that if you do it right. You'll never know them completely. You'll always learn something new about them for the rest of your life.

Good or bad. Happy or sad. Learning the truths about someone isn't always a sunshine moment, but it is an intimate one nonetheless. The fact that the person let's down their guard enough for you to come in. That you've earned their trust that much that they'll let you hurt them (not that you would).

That's a beautiful thing.

Learn, everyday from that beautiful person you're with. And take a moment to recognize it. You'll appreciate your station in life a whole lot more.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Take two Christmas' and call me at New Year's.

I guess we slowly saw it coming. Every year, since I was a kid. People started to prepare for Christmas just another day earlier. I used to think before December was too soon.

Now, I've been hearing talks about it for the last two weeks. It's fucking October! I love Halloween. Where the fuck do people get off. Hell, I love Thanksgiving (not the celebration of a bunch of natives getting killed, but the food part).

What exactly is the hurry? December 25th doesn't come in faster. People love Christmas, I myself do, as well. Maybe it's a sign of the times? People want to feel better. I guess they want to feel better sooner. Kinda sad really.

Slow it down folks. Here's something to celebrate. It's the Full Moon tonight. The skies have been clear as hell here in San Francisco. Go out tonight, and look up at that beautiful rock in the sky. Enjoy it, it's getting further and further away every year. It won't be the same for your kids. You can tell them how 'back in your day' the moon looked very differently (kinda, won't change much, but still).

Friday, October 12, 2007

And Now...

For your enjoyment...

Here's 50 words.

A look, a glance.
A deep breath, skin goes tingly.
Body goes tight, lips go wet.
An impact, a force.
A penetration, an explosion.
Tastes of sweetness, flesh like silk.
A sigh, a moan.
A grab, a swallow.
Eyes meet with one another, fluids exchange.
A collapse, A relax.

Monday, October 08, 2007

That which binds us all...

The human body produces electricity. This you know. But it's not one or any single organ that produces the electricity. The cells themselves produce electricity. Like the way electricity is produced in your house. However not in the same manner. What we know as electricity that runs through, well everything, flows through electrons. The electricity in our cells flow through Ions (Chemistry 101, ions are atoms or molecules that have an electric charge because they have either lost or gained electrons). The cells generate "potential energy" by separating electrical changes. That means the energy used to separate them will be released if they come back together. That released energy is called "voltage."

The difference between the outside charge and the inside charge of a cell (what's called the "resting potential") is about 50 millivolts. That's 50 x 1/1000 of a volt. Compare that to a little AAA flashlight battery, which has 1.5 volts. Not much, right? But, add up the electricity generated by all the trillions of cells in the body and what you get is enough to light a 40 watt light bulb.

Now, think Superman here. Just like Superman, are bodies are fed by the sun. Alter the amount of energy, or the frequency that we radiate in sync with...

What do you think happens? Cancer? Most likely, for that's all cancer really is, a continuous growth of white blood cells. But only because it's a shock to the cells, they don't have time to adapt.

And adaptation is what humans do best. We don't have claws, we can't fly, and we don't have sharp teeth. But, we do adapt. Our cells will do the same. But to what outcome? Imagine if our cells would adapt to contain more energy. The potential for human development is truly limitless.

Monday, October 01, 2007

It boggles the mind...

The steps that someone will take to sabotage themselves. To strip away their own happiness, because they're afraid of living life.

They'll push away the ones they love, they'll block them from reading anything personal about them, they'll say mean things. All because of fear.

Life's way too short. All I can say to them, is that we love you still. That's what loved ones do. We just hope you can come to terms with your fears.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Behind Green Eyes...

Pete Townshend did his version. This is mine.

Behind Green Eyes
It was the light that fooled them all, and you,
A reflection at the right angle, it wasn't true.
Or it was at that moment, so it may seem,
But rarely is it there; the joy in that gleam.
An ocean lies behind these eyes,
One that I'm afraid will never run dry.
The beauty of the world passes through these emerald lenses,
The images can distort and overwhelm my senses.
I try and strain to see the love of this life,
But the pain and sorrow create so much strife.
I close my eyes but the memory stays,
Linger no longer, let the hells be away.
And then, when the world I do not want to brave,
When I can no longer take the barrage of each wave.
The floodgates burst open and wide,
And the tears flow free behind green eyes.
To my relief, they wash away the prism,
That has kept me only seeing through the bars of this prison.
And when empty and clear I can finally see,
The love that I have searched, right before me.
Skewed was my vision, I was blind,
How did I miss this world sublime?
And from my eyes, something other than tears flow through,
The beautiful thing that has led me to you.
And I thank you for letting me see clear,
For behind these eyes, there are no more tears.
The joy has been there, though I thought it as lies,
And now I see love true, reflected in your eyes.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

When life gives you lemons...

Take them.

Lemons are getting expensive today.

I was in the car today, I had my cousin in the passenger seat, and we were coming down the hill, and then up hers to get to her house. As we started up the very steep, San Francisco hill, there's a van pulling out, it's taking its very sweet time. If I go up and over this hill, this girl is dropped off, and then I can go on to do my own thing. I contemplate waiting. But seeing as I want to drop the kid off, I opt to back down and take another street. I go down that hill, and then up another. That hill is blocked by a bulldozer. I laugh, and one of the construction guys comes up to me, and says, it'll be a while.

I back down and go up and I pass by the original hill, the van is gone, but there's another car there, and it seems like it might be leaving.

I drive by, and take the long way around. I smile at my cousin and say to her, "You know, both times we tried to get there fast, and it seems life wasn't down for that. So I'll take the long way, which, if I would have done in the first place, we would already have been there by now."

So I leave you with this. If life gives you lemons, you can make lemonade. But before you do, take a moment with that lemon. It may not be the sweetest citric fruit in the family. But I bet there's a lot more you can do with it other than make lemonade. Just take a step back from the juicer.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Super Hero Comic Book Draft. Yeah, I said it.

So over at, we've got a little comic thread going. And we're doing a Super Hero Draft. This is the cover I made for my team, and my 5 picks. I'm writing up a story for them, so if you're at all interested (and if you've come to this site, you're more than likely looking for porn and are quite disappointed), I'll be putting it up here this weekend. In the meantime, enjoy the pic.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Your Kung-Fu is Strong...

Who doesn't have a dark side to them? When you really dig down, when you go to the scary places of your soul, and touch the strings that tie you to the hells you've created. How dark does it resonate?

I bet you it's dark. I bet you think it's the darkest thing ever, darker than anyone else's. I bet you could kill. I bet you could maim, rape, destroy any and every thing that stands in your way. I bet you it's so scary that you get a shiver to think what you are actually capable of doing.

How about your light side? Not as sexy? How far could you go to love and be loved in return? I bet you it's not as bright as your dark side's dark.

It's a lot easier to think of the things we'd never do, than it is to do the good that we believe we're capable of.

What's that say about us?

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

There's a snake in my boot...

Last couple days, I've been out of it. Out of my head and senses. I can't imagine being on drugs. My mind's such an insane place as it is, I can't imagine drugs having an effect on me.

I let a mosquito bite me three times last night. Then I killed it. I don't know if that was cruel or not. But she ain't biting me anymore.

I just learned several months ago what a QWERTY keyboard is. You'd think they'd call it something else, that's really on the nose.

My hands move in slow motion, but they're going faster than I can see.

Nap time now... Later...

Monday, September 03, 2007

31, Day One...

So... First day.

A kick in the crotch. Life's funny that way. Let's see what tomorrow brings.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Getting old...

I turn 31 in a week. I am single. No kids. A writer/director currently not getting paid for writing or directing.

A third of my life behind me (maybe more).

Am I worried?

Nope, not one bit.

For I've lived more than most in my short time on this planet. And I'm grateful for it.

The end of this years brings so much change to my life.

Life for me, starts at 31.

See you guys there.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

One really long day...

Did you know that there are fruit flies out there that only live 24 hours? It's true. From birth to death. They eat, sleep, mate, go through some fly adventure (not the slang 'fly' but no one's used that since the mid 90's), and then die.

Such an interesting concept of time these flies might have. Or they may just not pay any mind to the passage of time, or care of their own existence.

Sometimes, I can envy a fruit fly.

But it can only be that, cause I am aware of my own existence. However, the passage of time, seems like I can cheat on that one.

I had an amazing week. Chock it up to one really long fruit fly day.

For now, anyway.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

The pursuit of Happiness...

It's an interesting theory when you think about it. What is Happiness in its most biological sense?

The brain receives information that is converted into electrical impulses. These impulses electrifies and stimulates the organ that is your brain which in turns releases certain chemicals. The balance of these chemicals are crucial. When they secrete and rush into your system, its euphoric. The initial surge makes you smile wider than you normally would, makes your heart palpitate a bit faster, and sends a tingle through your body. The body, once used to the chemical flux, will return to a sense of calm, but a pleasant one.

Is this Happiness? If so, then a drug will give you the same result, no?

Then why the term 'The pursuit of happiness'? Does the body look for happiness? Do we as beings need it so badly that we have to search for it? Search for images, smells, sounds, anything discernable that will fill a void in our chemical make up?

Is it a constructural flaw? Are we built to search from the get-go?

Happiness can come in so many forms, but ironically it never comes, it must be sought. I've found mine. I hope you find yours.

Friday, July 27, 2007

It's been a long time... I shouldn't have left you...

Wow, close to two months with no post? My bad. For all three of you who read this blog.

Been quite busy with life and work. I've got a lot of headway done on the sci-fi script, its been a large undertaking, but it's been very worth it.

Went for a long walk around Golden Gate Park today, went to The Japanese Tea Garden, The Museum, the usual. Once in a while, I remember why I love this town so much.

This is the view from my window where I write.

Love this town...

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

godplex still lives...

So I've been debating whether or not to post the whole film of Godplex on my website (once I get it up and running), the film is 3 years old now, but it is the last short film I did.

I figured if there's enough demand, I'll put it up there, in the meantime, hope you guys liked the trailer we put together for it.

The lack of buzz...

Working on this sci-fi script, and getting into all things sci (not so much fi), I ran into this little bit of shocking news.

Last fall, the nation's beekeepers watched in horror as more than a quarter of their 2.4 million colonies collapsed, killing billions of nature's little fertilizers.

Mysterious events in recent months have suddenly made Einstein's apocalyptic vision seem all the more topical. For unknown reasons, bee populations throughout Germany are disappearing -- something that is so far only harming beekeepers. But the situation is different in the United States, where bees are dying in such dramatic numbers that the economic consequences could soon be dire. No one knows what is causing the bees to perish, but some experts believe that the large-scale use of genetically modified plants in the US could be a factor.

Why is this of concern? Albert Einstein once said, "If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man."

They can't seem to find the bodies which is the weird thing, they just find the hives were the offspring die off slowy.

Millions of bees have simply vanished. In most cases, all that's left in the hives are the doomed offspring. But dead bees are nowhere to be found -- neither in nor anywhere close to the hives. Diana Cox-Foster, a member of the CCD Working Group, told The Independent that researchers were "extremely alarmed," adding that the crisis "has the potential to devastate the US beekeeping industry."

It is particularly worrisome, she said, that the bees' death is accompanied by a set of symptoms "which does not seem to match anything in the literature."

In many cases, scientists have found evidence of almost all known bee viruses in the few surviving bees found in the hives after most have disappeared. Some had five or six infections at the same time and were infested with fungi -- a sign, experts say, that the insects' immune system may have collapsed.

The scientists are also surprised that bees and other insects usually leave the abandoned hives untouched. Nearby bee populations or parasites would normally raid the honey and pollen stores of colonies that have died for other reasons, such as excessive winter cold. "This suggests that there is something toxic in the colony itself which is repelling them," says Cox-Foster.

I hope we figure out the problem (which we caused obviously) before it's way too damn late.

Though, the way things have been going. It looks like we're near.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Damn global warming.

Been a strange month. A lot of things going on, and a lot of things not finishing up.

First on the list of things that haven't been finished is the new script. And not because of lack of not wanting to write, just been so incredibly busy, haven't had a chance to write.

You may say, "Well, you've got a moment now Shakespeare! Get thee to a scribery!"

Well, to those people I say, "Shut up! That's why!"

And I've been a week without an internet connection. That was very scary. After a week of telling Earthlink that it's not my fault it's theirs. They finally realized their snafu and fixed the problem for the most part.

Along with one of my ex's sending me an email and telling me how happy she is with her new boyfriend, to my other ex going nuts. It's been quite a strange ride this month.

But just like mother nature, I'll get my ducks in a row. Things will get back to normal, and all will be right with the world.


Thursday, April 26, 2007

Carry on my wayward son...

Last couples of weeks have been a bitch. Writing and helping out my grandmother at her deli while my grandfather's on vacation has left me with a couple hours of sleep a night.

Needless to say, I'm drained.

But not as drained as my good friends J and Onny, who had a healthy baby girl this past Saturday. My best to them.

Will update next week with deadline I've got going.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Captain America... No More...

I read this today...

Captain America will continue to be published despite the very real death of Steve Rogers. In May, Captain America #26 will reveal the aftermath of his death, beginning with the autopsy of his body. This is no hoax - Captain America, Steve Rogers, is dead.

I'm tired of being, just sad. Here's my farewell to Captain America.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home. - Tecumseh

I was a kid. Maybe 8 or 9. I think that's when I first saw this round shield with a star. Red, white, and blue. Didn't have a clue what it was. But, it was iconic.

It wasn't until I was about 12 years old, that I was first introduced to Captain America. At the time, mutants had my attention. I really didn't bother with Captain America. He had a shield and super strength, but Wolverine had claws. As I went to comic book stores off and on in my teens. There was one incident that stood out as my reintroduction to Cap.

I see an issue.

I asked the guy at the counter. "He quit?"

To which he replied, "Yeah, yeah he did."

It was strange for me that Super Heroes could quit being Super Heroes. It boggled my mind. I had to ask.

"Why the hell would he quit? Isn't he supposed to be all about the U.S.?" I get a scowl look from him.

"No dude. He's not about the U.S. He's about what the U.S. should stand for. He's about freedom, and liberty. They tried to take that away from Captain America. He wouldn't stand for it."

At the time, I couldn't separate the ideals of this country and the country. I thought they went hand-in-hand. Well, it is better to be ignorant than mistaken.

There began my quest to learn about the man with little wings on his cowl.

A scrawny teenager, sickened by what he saw on newsreel footage in the 40's about the Nazis. Tries to join the Army. Because of his frailty, they rejected him. But he didn't take no for an answer. He wanted to be a soldier. Let me say that again. He WANTED to be a Soldier. Because of the death and atrocities he saw, he wanted to fight for what was right.

In comes Operation: Rebirth. Where he was supposed to be one, in an Army of many super soldiers. Fate made him an Army of One. A shining beacon of all that is right in humanity. Fate again, freezes him, sacrificing himself yet again for us.
Nature abhors a hero. For one thing, he violates the law of conservation of energy. For another, how can it be the survival of the fittest when the fittest keeps putting himself in situations where he is most likely to be creamed? - Solomon Short

Decades later. The Avengers, thanks to Namor, unfreeze Captain America and Cap rejoins the fight for the good fight.

What made Steve Rogers different? His power was no accident. He's not an alien crashed to Earth, he's not a man born with powers, he's not chosen to be whatever.

No Sirs and Ma'ams. Steve wanted to fight. And if not for the grace of Dr. Abraham Erskine. I can guarantee you, Steve Rogers would have fought nail and tooth. And would have been a Hero. A Super one at that.

I continued on my path of following those who I held near and dear. The X-Men, Superman, Batman. Always an aspect of the outcast making good.

Captain America, I can say, I didn't follow closely. Why? Because, he was absolutely perfect. He was the rock that the waters broke their waves on. He never blunted. Captain America was my beacon. Spidey, you having issues? Cap has lost all he has held dear, and fights still. Mutants, your civil rights being violated? I can guarantee you Cap will have your back. Avengers, Assemble! And if Cap's in, there's nothing to fear.

Civil War...

Cap. I was with you. The whole time. I never once questioned the freedom you fought for. The hand they forced you to take. Suffering the betrayal of your closest friends. Iron Man should have left you frozen, if all he was going to do years later was betray what he knew you would never stand for. Some futurist.

And at the bitter end. Something strange happened Cap. You stopped fighting. You knew where you were, I know you did. You knew what would happen wherever you get that many heroes fighting. Cap, you were wrong. You were still fighting for us. You were fighting for those of us who believe in you. You stayed your hand from killing Castle, you stayed your hand from kill Stark. You didn't start this. They did. Captain America. You saw the tragedy around you. And as the man who puts the weight of the world on your shoulders. You blamed yourself. I saw the tears in your eyes. And in that moment of grief, of those cops and paramedics holding you back. You blamed yourself. You believed by surrendering; by finally surrendering to a government who tried to take your identity and freedom solely from you years ago, that you would save your friends, both those who fought against you and beside you by revealing yourself now, and surrendering.

They took you to jail. They treated you like that shield that has saved us countless times, didn't matter anymore. I am ashamed. I am ashamed of what we let allow happen. I know you took it on yourself Cap. That you felt you were saving us once again.

Captain America... We should have saved you...

I woke up Wednesday morning. I heard it first from Matt from this board. I went numb. I didn't think it was real. I didn't think that They would do this. Not now. Not without being able to hear from you first.

I saw you shot. I saw you sacrifice yourself again. And as you laid there. Your concern was for others.

Captain America... Steve Rogers... You were too good for this world. You deserved better than us. They wanted to make you a martyr. Those sons of a bitches forgot. You were already a Super Hero.

Many will come, they will pick up your shield. They will put on your colors. But they won't be you. And no one could ever handle your shield like you did.

Rest In Peace Steve Rogers. Captain America.

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


Thursday, February 15, 2007

Man of Constant Sorrow...

I'm not a man who has done all the right moves. But I am a man who has followed his heart. And I can clearly say, that all I have done I have done it out of love.

I may have stumbled along the way. Hell, I may have come close to giving up at times. But my heart, I feel, has tried to lead me in the right place.


Fuck if it ain't a bitch sometimes.

Happy Valentine's.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Space the final frontier... Unless you count that place beyond it...

I've been sci-fi crazy this week, and pretty much all of the rest of the month. I've got one month left to finish this script. I'm pretty excited about this one. It's my first epic. Not worried about it. Hell, Lucas' first big hit was an epic sci-fi. Unlike Star Wars though, my little story involves the science of space, not just the imagination of what-ifs.

I feel the audience today want more. I feel that they want plausibility of what they see on the screen when talking about the future.

How pissed were people in the 50's when they believed they were going to get the 'flying car' by the year 2000?

Heh, I guess by that time they really didn't care. Or the reality just made them bitter. It's sad when people lose their imaginations, their dreams. Reality is a harsh mistress, but that doesn't mean you give up on your dreams.

Just means you try harder.

Monday, January 01, 2007

January 1st, 2007...

It is 4:17am as I write this. I am a bit inebriated. And I just got home. As I was coming out of my car door, I met a guy walking down the stree. I said, hi, he said hi. I told him, I'm just getting home. He laughed and said, "It's going to be a helluva year." I smiled, and looked at him and said, "Yes Sir, it definitely is. Take care of yourself."

Happy New Year! This is so my year.