Inheriting toys…

From the Grandparent’s estate: FFC wrote ‘The Godfather’ on one of these, I discovered this just before starting a new spec that is somewhat resemblant. Stop goofing with me, Spacetime, I am masochistic enough to try and write a whole spec on this thing. As soon as I find a Victrola with which to blast some Irving...

Who you’re probably not gonna call.

I’m bummed out, man. When there’s potential for futher exploration of something I really, really love, the anticipation and hope can kinda drive me crazy. If it then drags on with well-publicized difficulties and a growing incertitude, maybe I go to a dark place; maybe I try to fix it myself. I don’t know how to further justify this, except to say there was a deep-seated need to exorcise an idea (It’s a pun, yo). Ghostbusters 3 Synopsis – 6 pages; 74kb PDF Standard...

The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore

Random googling led me across some production art from one Joe Bluhm (http://joebluhm.blogspot.com/). If there’s one thing I love, it’s a professional artist’s sketch blog and happily many digital and animation professionals rock them these days. Joe’s blog revealed a brilliant-looking animated short he contributed designs for called “The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr Morris Lessmore” from Moonbot Studios. Here’s the Trailer (http://vimeo.com/17164728)....

The agonizing details are done. Screening this weekend.

Well it’s been an interesting journey, but el short film San Souci Showdown is done and about to be tossed to the wolves this Saturday Oct. 22 at Mission Valley, 4PM. Come one, come all and enjoy delicious on tap NC beers at my favorite Raleigh movie-house. 6 days of filming, ~6k budget and some great local talent. I had maybe some impossible expectations, but I’m pretty content with finishing it up. I have learned many things, the most important being (once again)- anytime I think...

A little poster action.

Working out the final edits on San Souci and getting ready to release it into the wild. Here’s the one sheet I hammered out, a final nod toward the western vibe I tried to push, short of a big gunfight at high noon. Still have a  bit of content to work out for the eponymous website before that goes live and then it’s all presskits and submissions packets until festival season rolls around. Click to view...

Coffee Jerks.

It’s officially, officially dead now. For reals.

So. In case YOU didn’t know, Postmodernism’s long and never-ending demise has apparently concluded according to some comprehensive retrospective and some hack who uses Microsoft Word extension as a last name. Never mind the  other writers, critics and shmucks who’ve already harped on this before, it’s for reals this time. I guess this means architects are going to be moving toward a mix of log cabins and soviet era functional spaces. No more commodifying individual...

Banana slugs.

So there’s this show that I really really liked at one point in time. It hit on a unique combination of genres and tone that I found absolutely charming. It’s a few seasons deep now, which is more than I can say for nigh on 50% my favorite television experiences, but I’m hanging in there. Sitting here, watching this show right now: “I hate [CHARACTER], I hate [CHARACTER], I hate [CHARACTER], I fucking hate fucking [CHARACTER] and his gratuatous bullshit. I fucking hate...