It's 7:40 P.M. Do you know where your Stout is?

Eyepoke

There, a more befitting animation. I think maybe this one better understands the tone and mindset of this blog. Hmm? did I just credit this animation with a dose of personification? I'll have to have a sit down conversation with the hemispheres about that one.

This one talked to me as I was editing frames, (It was the little guy on my left shoulder not the right).
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it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.
it wasn't them it was me.

Some things just almost write themselves

try as I might I'm not sure I could ever come up with anything more satirical sounding than the truth when it comes to prescription drugs and the mega greed corps that produce them.

Side effects of major drugs:

Paxil (an antidepressant) could induce thoughts of suicidal thinking and behavior.

Celebrex (a pain medicine) could cause ulceration, bleeding, and death

Lunesta (a sleep aid) asks us to contact the doctor if we do things like drive a car while sleeping

I was going to go on but I don't feel like it. I need to get some sleep but I'm not tired so I think I'll take some Lunesta and drive down to the bar where I can feel pity for myself because of the bleeding ulcer caused by the celebrex I was taking for the pain of hitting the rocks below the bridge where I tried to kill myself while on Paxil.
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A what? A movie?

In 1999 I had an idea to make a movie. I had much of the idea in my head but I had no script, no camera, no.... cut to the chase- I had no clue. Life happens and plans must be diverted or put off. Well,it's back in a big way. I still have very little clue but what I do have is a script, sort of, a pro style cam on the way, and a spot where I'll be building my sets. To begin with I've since set the initial story idea aside for now because I want to do that one after I've hit the proving ground a little and really F***ed some things up before I torch my initial story inspiration. Basically I want to take a screaming run at concrete swimming pool, dive in and hope there's water. If there is no water in the pool then I expect that before I break my head I'll realize the situation and tuck and roll before I hit the bottom. There.
So, I've accepted reality reluctantly and realized that this thing is not going to be some grand feature film headed for the Oscars but a warped as hell, abstracted, dark, ominous, and twisted tale weaved into an 8 to 18 minute short film. Hopefully, if it gets accepted and shown in any festivals, people will leave their chairs thinking and saying "WOW, what the F**k was that?" No, not "Cool!" or "Gee, that was really neat". No I am fully expecting and hunting for "What the F**k was that?" You see, there are a thousand films that people leave thinking it was really cool or something then leave and that's it. I want them to, whether they liked it or not to have it swimming around through their cranial wrinkles as their damaged synapses search for a reason. I want it to linger.
I want it to be such a question that the brain dehydrates and starts feeding off the eyeball juices to keep itself going in the search for the answer.
I have a lot of work to do.
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