Vacancies and Kitchen Memories

If Anything...

2010-03-16T00:29:00.004-06:00

Well I keep trying to post here as much as I can but life gets in the way of the internet sometimes. I guess I should be thankful that it's not the other way around haha.

I've been working a quite a few film projects lately. Neither of them are my own but I have been working on some scripts and the like which I'll talk more about at E[s]E.

The first picture is for school and we've been working off and on over the last few months. We have production meetings once a week and meet a few times in between. The other project is a more recent one. It's called The Push and it's written and directed by the same woman who wrote and directed a short film called "Assimilation" which I believe won 'Best Short Film' at the Santa Fe Film Festival. This is more or less her follow up to that I guess. Anyway, I'm having a lot of fun working on set. The crew is amazing. I've met a lot of really awesome people. I started working on set as a PA but have since been more or less promoted to First AC or Assistant Camera. Which on this crew means I'm just taking notes on what takes were good, what was wrong in the shot (if anything) what the actors did that was different from the other takes and other things like that. It's been a blast and I hope to keep working on more pictures (hopefully paying gigs soon haha).

That's all I've got for now, but I'll leave you with this: The most amazing picture ever created.

Yes, that is Batman fighting a Shark with a Lightsaber...

A Potential Problem

2010-03-08T13:36:00.004-07:00

This is Pablo Picasso.

So February got skipped entirely. Not on purpose, well maybe a little bit. Pretty uneventful. I took a short trip up to Colorado to see some friends and ended up shoot a a .357 at a paper person.

Guns. Guns. Guns.

There was power in it. Too much power really. I started thinking as I was loading the bullets into the chamber just all the fucked up things I could do with this gun. I would never in a million years actually do any of the things I was thinking, mind you. But I was thinking them all the same. Like, not so much thinking about taking a step back and blowing the guys head off in the stall next to me, but what would happen if I did. The reaction of everyone there. There would be a few seconds of disbelief and shock before everyone realizes just what the fuck I did.

The shit would hit the fan at this point.

This makes me think of this one time I was at a house, working for an estate sale company up in Denver. A group of us were loading boxes and random pieces of furniture from a storage unit into the back of a moving truck. Nothing special. This was what we did. The only difference was this time I was standing at the back of the truck holding a box cutter, also nothing new, and a crazy thought came floating from the far reaches of human consciousness and into my head. What if I calmly walked up to my co-worker and friend Dylan and sliced his throat clean open? I didn't want to and I certain wasn't going to fucking do it. But the thought was about what every one else would do. I mean there were about eight people, if not more, around us. Some helping move boxes and some "supervising". I have never had an evil thought directed at Dylan, ever. And it wasn't even really about the actual act of cutting his throat. It was about doing something so completely unexpected and out of the blue. Something that no one sees coming, just to see their reaction.

Now obviously when I told Dylan about this he flipped out.

"How could you think like that?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I think the lesson here is that I should never be allowed to hold a gun or a sharp object. Why is it that these thoughts about doing something crazy only occur when I'm holding something potentially dangerous? If I knew that answer to that, I would probably not have this problem.

Vacancies

2010-01-26T14:32:00.004-07:00

I've been writing here for a long time now. I have posts going back several years but I don't think I ever learned what it means to share what's been going on in my life with the world. There is close to zero audience for this. A few people do read it, from time to time. Most of them are close friends that I could just call and tell them what's been going on. Why don't I? I have no fucking clue.

I think I like the immortality that comes from this. Short of a solar flare zapping the shit out of us and frying everything electronic related, this blog (grumble) will last for a long time. Potentially forever. A good ol' piece of human history. I mean I try to update as often as I remember, or when I can get to Counter Culture, internet is so damned expensive. But aside from a few shortcomings, this should last forever. There are plenty of other people out there that write about vastly more interesting things, but this is my place to voice what's mine. To solidify what goes on in my head. No one else could write what I write because I am a completely unique person. This is very empowering when you think about it.

I have no idea why I do the things that I do. Why would I waste my day sitting at home watching Batman: The Animated Series instead of going out and finding a new job? I have no fucking clue. Why would I sit at Counter Culture bitching about my life on the internet instead of thinking of how I am going to both pay for school by the end of the day tomorrow and come up with rent by the end of the week?

I have no fucking clue. But I think it might have something to do with how fucking delicious Counter Culture's blueberry muffins are.

Looking For Someone Else To Dream About

2010-01-22T12:38:00.004-07:00

Looking towards the future
We were begging for the past
Well we knew we had the good things
But those never seemed to last
Oh please just last
-"Missed the Boat" Modest Mouse

I have a few problems. But then again who doesn't right? It's just that some times these thing catch up to me all at once. It would seem that to be my fault though. I ignore them until they become real problems instead of stupid little problems. I guess it could be argued that all of these are stupid little problems when it comes down to it. Nothing matters really. Fuck the bullshit.
I've been trying to live my life in this way for a while. Fuck the bullshit. You don't need it. I don't need it. This doesn't mean ignore all the shit. It doesn't mean don't deal with it. Because you need to deal with it. We all need to deal with it. But just fuck it. Don't let it in. Don't let it effect me. This is much easier said than done. Some times we can't help letting these things effect us. Girls, for instance, are my Achilles heel. Particularly Morgan in this case. I can't help it. I think about her all the time. I dream about her all the time. All the time. I try not to. I try to move on. I can't. Maybe it's because I don't want to. I don't want someone else. I keep looking for someone else to dream about. I love dreaming about Morgan. I dream such amazing dreams when she's on my mind.

And she's always on my mind.

The Trooper's March

2010-01-08T09:51:00.003-07:00

I have been completely slacking when it comes to all things internet, again. It's all good though because I've been busting my ass painting and drawing and writing. I just yesterday finished an amazing painting on the wall of my room. Using a projector and some acrylic paint. I made a storm trooper helmet. It kicks a lot of ass basically and I'm proud as a pig in shit to have made this. It's a lot like the one a bunch of us made in our living room only it's a lot smaller and I did it myself (it would have been way too cramped for someone to have helped me). I snapped off some pictures for the convenience of the internet and stuff so enjoy.

Yeah, Some Day

2009-12-14T13:02:00.002-07:00

I haven't been very current with things having to do with the internet. It's not like I don't care, because I do, I'm just so damn lazy and unmotivated to post something. I think about the process of having to go to the website and type out a bunch of stuff from my head and post it for no one to read. I guess you could say it's a way for me to vent and get that shit out there for the collective to consume. Some day it will be worth while. Yeah some day.

Today

2009-11-18T17:44:00.003-07:00

Today is a good day ladies and gentlemen. For today I, Dustin Gluvna, have a new personal hero.

Homemade Roller Coaster

It'll Let It Known Right Now

2009-11-18T17:07:00.003-07:00

I'm not sure if Brandon Schaefer makes these posters for anything but himself. But he should. I would love it if he ever made a poster for a movie I do. Who knows, maybe someday right? In the meantime check this stuff out. Very talented and well put together. I really enjoy the posters for The Shining and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Weekly Band Shout - Wax on Radio

2009-11-17T14:29:00.002-07:00

Also support this band whenever possible.

They are amazing and deserve to be known. They also need to hurry up and release a new album.

What If I'm A Hot Mess?

2009-11-17T14:10:00.003-07:00

So it's been a while since I posted here. Not to say that I've forgotten like I have in the past, I've just been too busy to do anything internet related recently. School has been taking up a huge chunk of my time, we just wrapped a music video for Stephanie Hatfield and Hot Mess. Which was a lot of fun. They are in the process of editing the video now so it should be done some time before the new year, but don't hold me to that, I have no idea how long it will take to do that.

I also thought I should share something that I found a while back and had forgotten. These people make chalk street art using shadows from light poles and other things. Shadow Street Art.

Have a good week.

If This Was That

2009-10-02T12:26:00.002-06:00

If only this world were that much sweeter. If's are nothing. They mean nothing. If's are just a way to detach ourselves from everything real that is going on around us.

The Sun, Oh the Sun Can Shine All It Wants

2009-10-01T12:06:00.003-06:00

What a crazy world we live in. People are running away from everything. I am not excluded in this. But as long as I have a level enough head and a way to keep things from completely blowing up around me, I should be OK. At least until tomorrow. But tomorrow is a whole different story. It's all I can do to make to tomorrow. Today is important, yes? Of course it is. But the day is already halfway done and still I sit and wait for the call.

GREEN! MAN! GREEN MAN!

2009-09-24T14:16:00.001-06:00

The Green Man is mine. Expect pictures and other things to follow.

It's Always Greener in Philidelphia

2009-09-06T09:49:00.004-06:00

Finally after months of waiting, the green man shall be mine. But, sadly, not in time for Zozo.

It's In The Air

2009-09-05T11:18:00.003-06:00

Today is a new day, I feel different. The air tastes sweeter than before. Not the dry, scratchiness the air had yesterday. Maybe its the fall weather rushing toward us. Maybe I feel different for Morgan. That sounds weird I know. She's different. I never treated her well before, but it's different now. It has to be. It's in the air.

I Wanna Be a Basterd Too

2009-09-01T09:26:00.003-06:00

So the PS3 is now smaller and cheaper. That kicks a lot of ass for two reasons. One being that I need one eventually because playing a GTA game on my Xbox was painful enough as it is and FFXIII is coming out next year and I flat out refuse to play a Final Fantasy game on an Xbox. Reason number two, my fucking Xbox died again. I'm starting to think they did that shit on purpose so you'd have to keep buying them. Fucking Microsoft bastards.
Speaking of bastards. A couple friends and I went recently to see a showing of Inglourious Basterds at our local movie mega-plex. I for one loved it. Now I can't really say the same for my viewing mates, unlike myself, they had built it up too much in their heads. While I wanted it to be good, and I really wanted it to be good, somewhere in the back of my mind floating around I was thinking, "He's washed up, his movies will never be as good as Pulp Fiction." And this most definitely still holds true for me. But Inglourious Basterds was a masterpiece. A shining example in theses dark cinematic times we are living in. This movie shows what is possible when the writer/director stops giving a shit about all the usual movie-industry bull shit and just makes the movie they want to make. I respect Tarantino for that more than he will ever know. This movie was not as good as Pulp Fiction, but then again very few things are, however it is his second best movie hands down. The tension he builds in the opening scene was almost unbearable, a good thing. And the Mexican stand off in the bar was ridiculously amazing. Basically, I enjoyed the hell out of every moment in this movie. I highly recommend it to everyone and I can't wait for it to come out on DVD so I can watch it over and over and over again like I already do with his other films.
Great flick man, I salute you.

It's Always Sunny at SFCC

2009-08-30T10:05:00.003-06:00

So I started going to school about a week ago. They have a pretty spectacular film program at SFCC. Pretty cheap too. It cuts back on the number of hours I can work at Borders, but I'm not one to complain about that sort of thing. Borders blows. On the other hand, this program I am attending does not blow. And I am a very big fan of things that do not blow.

There are quite a few productions rolling through town here pretty soon. I am hoping to get on as a PA on something. Anything really. I'll do charlie work all day as opposed to working another fucking day at Borders.

More as this developes

R.I.P. MCP

2009-01-02T01:01:00.000-07:00

My beloved iPod has died.

MCP is no more.

A Chance

2009-01-01T13:31:00.001-07:00

Happy New Year Everyone!

No Good

2008-11-24T21:58:00.002-07:00

I just found out that Megan Fox's two favorite bands are Nirvana and Nickleback.

Life is not fair.

Death to Mashed Potatoes

2008-11-24T19:24:00.002-07:00

So not a whole lot going on. I'm fucking PUMPED for thanksgiving though. Thanksgiving is one of the greatest holidays invented by anyone, anywhere. I don't just love it because I get to eat some of my favorite food ever, but I get drunk for no reason and yell at the TV with my grandpa. That's always good.

A Devil Dressed in Blue

2008-11-22T01:16:00.008-07:00

I haven't posted in a while, about a week, and I'm sorry. It's not like I've been too busy, although I did get a job, I just haven't. No real reason. I guess it's because I just haven't had anything to say. Just boredom.
That being said, what the fuck is this? The Japanese are a different kind of weird.
I'm going to go on record right now and say the Japanese might very well be the most unique country in the world. Only the Japanese would combine two ideas into one like this. I give you Cup Nude.

Doesn't look like much now but there is more.

So far so good. There is this lovely image on the side. Not only does this make me want to eat ramen but it brings all kinds of thoughts to mind like, why do I still live in America?

Then everything changes when you open it.
...um
What is that? Can you eat it? Will it get mad if I try? What the fuck is it made of?

Lucky for us there is an easy to follow diagram on the side detailing exactly what we're in store for. It's this kind of thinking Americans need to start getting behind. Seriously, Cup Nude. Amazing.

Also, this.

And, this.

I think this young lady has something important to say.

The Japanese are truly at the forefront of modern enlightenment.

Oh Bahamut! Where Art Thou?

2008-11-12T14:16:00.004-07:00

Damn Square-Enix sure knows how to get my RPG-loving loins tingling.

They also really love mysterious countdown clocks for some reason.

I guess we'll see what all this is about in five days.

[UPDATE]
Its just a fucking DS game. God damn it.

Truth #2

2008-11-12T11:24:00.001-07:00

The Machinist is an interesting movie.

The Eventually Home

2008-11-11T23:15:00.005-07:00

For the love of god yes.

New. Fucking. Right Away, Great Captain. Album.

4+8+15+16+23+42=108

2008-11-10T21:40:00.005-07:00

I'm not really sure how it happened at first but somehow I totally missed out on the whole Lost thing. Until now that is.
As it turns out you can watch the entire series, thus far, for free on ABC.com. Just click on the full episodes link thing at the top of the page. You have to put up with bullshit 30 second commercials every so often, but they're not so bad for the most part. Except one absolutely horrific McDonald's ad. Its about two jackasses talking about a magic ring and they end up getting their McD's on. It's not so bad at first, but when you're watching Lost and you're all into it and shit, the show builds up and builds up until it cuts to two retards talking about a magic ring and their need to go to McDonald's. Its enough to send someone, like me, in to a murderous rampage.
OK, the real reason I'm posting this is to talk about the 4th season. Now, if you have only watched a few episodes or have not watched it at all I highly recommend that you navigate yourself elsewhere.
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED????
Can anyone tell me what the fuck just happened? There was so much shit going down in the 4th season it was hard to keep track of it all. I have to say that I did see Jack's father showing up at some point, his body was gone from the coffin Jack found in the first season after all and, for whatever reason, people never seem to stay dead on that island. What about the eye-patch dude? That motherfucker is like the goddamn Terminator. He was beat to shit, tied up, beat to shit again, dragged all over the fucking island, thrown into a fence that I am pretty sure melted his brain, came back to life, showed up out of nowhere, swam down to an underwater communication facility, got shot with a fucking HARPOON GUN in the chest, and after all that he still found enough time to come back to life again and blow the side of the facility up with a hand grenade that he was holding when it blew up. Now, I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who could argue that the man is dead for sure now, but we won't know until the 5th season starts. No doubt he found some goddamn way to come back to life again.
But I don't know anything that could happen because Locke moved the island. Let me say that again, HE MOVED THE FUCKING ISLAND! Well Locke didn't really move the island, Ben did and he woke up in the Sahara Desert as a prize for doing so.
A few people did end up getting off the island before Ben moved it, but not before barely escaping a boat rigged with the most C4 I've ever seen in one place on TV show.
This show is insane. If I had to go through even half of the shit the characters on Lost had to go through I would not be dealing with it as well as they are. I would just sit there, not say anything, and live the rest of my life like that.
Oh and I guess they are going to try to get back to the island they worked so hard to leave. Jesus christ I'm going to die.
One more thing, I need to break my new Geometry Wars 2 addiction in any way possible.

You're Goddamn Right

2008-11-08T18:21:00.003-07:00

There's not a whole lot going on in my life right now that is really worth mentioning. Aside from the occasional bouts of heavy drinking and the madness that goes along with that. That being said, I don't really remember Halloween this year. I remember parts, like the day, and part of the night. But there is a certain point when it all just fades away and I move on because if you don't remember something its probably not worth remembering. The next day I woke up in a strange house, gathered my things and politely let myself out. I ended up having to walk for what seemed like 2 hours but it might have been 15 minutes for all I know. It soon dawned on me as I was walking that I was, in fact, the thirstiest I have ever been in my whole life and I needed some kind of delicious refreshment in the next few minutes or I was going to die, right there on some backwards fucking ghetto street on the other side of St Francis, near the damn Owl Liquor store. I saw a Conoco and my life was saved by XXX vitamin water. There's no more to that story.
I haven't really talked about the election much on here, I guess, because I don't want to jinx it. I'm not really sure why it would jinx it but I don't really want to take my chances. All I will say, however, is I'm glad Sarah Palin was not put in charge of anything. That woman scares me. The shittiest part is I'm sure we haven't seen the last of her. Like some crazed villain from Captain Planet, "You'll pay for this Captain Planet! You haven't seen the last of me, I swear it!" I mean she does hunt wolves from a helecopter. Maybe we need to get Captain Planet to take her out because even though she lost the race, I still have to hear about her in the news. I mean, could someone name me one instance where hearing about anything relating to Sarah Palin and those associated with her furthered our evolution at all? No. Listening to her speak makes me feel dumber by stupid-osmoses. There was one pretty recent American leader who made me feel the same way.
This man,

was elected, by us, to lead our country.

I just love America.

A Truth #1

2008-11-02T18:52:00.000-07:00

Chinese food is the shit.

We'll See

2008-11-02T14:45:00.003-07:00

I decided yesterday that I am no longer going to post movie related stuff here on Vacancies instead I am going to try to organize this better by starting a new blog entirely devoted completely to the movie projects that my friends and I are starting to get together. It may seem like a weird thing to do but trust me, it will help me keep stuff organized in my head. My head needs it, bad.
Well here is the link to the new blog. I named it after a fake movie company that my friend Jordan made up a while back. I always really liked the name and maybe someday I'll be able to start up my own production company and call it that.
We'll see.

I Have the Gasmask You Were Looking For

2008-10-29T01:45:00.005-06:00

If you haven't noticed yet, I like to change the layout of my blog. It has seen a lot of different looks. I think I'm going to stick with this one for a while. I like the black and orange. Maybe it has to do with Halloween...but I doubt it. I think it has to do with the fact that I cannot get away from needing to change. I can't stay with one thing for too long. It drives me crazy. In anything. I can't get away. Art, movie, music, food, TV shows, and relationships. For whatever reason, I need to get away from where I am currently and move on to something that meets whatever fucked up standards I have at the time. Whatever they may be.
But I think this time off is going to do me some good. I need to get outside of my own head. I need to move beyond what this world has to give me. I have to make my own way in the world. At this point I can't afford to let any one else tread the path in front of me. I need to do it. I need to make this world my own. And why the hell not? It should be mine. Why the hell can't I have every little thing that I want in the world? Why can't I be as happy as I want to be?
There is absolutely no reason why I should just let this wash over me and determine the person I am going to be in the end. I have to choose the tide that envelopes me. I have to choose the end that I deserve and make it happen to the fullest extent of what ever that means. It has to happen.
There is no reason why it shouldn't. No one else is going to do it for me. It has to be me.

Here is some more insperational shit, but this time from the glorious Connor Oberst.

There's a voice on the phone
telling what had happened,
some kind of confusion
more like a disaster.
And it wondered how you were left unaffected,
but you had no knowledge.
No, the chemicals covered you.
So a jury was formed
as more liquor was poured.
No need for conviction,
they're not thirsting for justice.
But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head.
I found out I was guilty.
I found out I was guilty.
But I won't be around for the sentencing,
cause I'm leaving
on the next airplane.
And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify
they seem adequate to fill up my time.
But if I could talk to myself
like I was someone else,
well then maybe I could take your advice,
and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time.

There's a film on the wall,
makes the people look small
who are sitting beside it,
all consumed in the drama.
They must return to their lives once the hero has died.
They will drive to the office
stopping somewhere for coffee,
where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene,
dispensing their wisdom,
Oh dear amateur orators.

They will detail their pain
In some standard refrain.
They will recite their sadness
Like it's some kind of contest.
Well, if it is, I think I am winning it,
All beaming with confidence
as I make my final lap.
The gold medal gleams
so hang it around my neck
cause I am deserving it:
the champion of idiots.

But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha.
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin.
Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her,
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes.
Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie
-"Going for the Gold" Bright Eyes

The Steaming Pile

2008-10-28T18:16:00.002-06:00

I went in to the santa fe county clerk today and did a little bit of early voting. It was good. Now I don't have to worry about making it to where ever I was supposed to go to vote on November 4th. I'm glad I'm done with it. I just want all of this crap to be over and done with. It seems like this election has been going on forever and the sooner it's over the better.
Not a whole lot has changed with the movie since yesterday. Another day, a little more writing gets done. I like where this movie is going, I really like the story Jesus, Preston and I have created. It's pretty simple but it makes sense, like this could happen to someone chilling in the woods and that is what makes it so good.
Or it could be a steaming pile of crap. We won't know until we actually make it. It should be ok though, I mean I have been working on it pretty steadily since I moved back down here. The script is well on it's way to being done and we're starting to get the equipment we need together.
I have been thinking about what I might want to do after this is done. I know I should focus on this and wait to start thinking about the future until this project is done. But, for better or worse, that is not how I like to think about things. I am always thinking about future project. I don't know if I want to do another horror movie or something completely different. My friends and I came up with all kinds of crazy movie ideas while I lived up in Denver. There was a horror movie called A Creature from Dimension Fourty-48, a 70's B-Movie style film called Foolin' Around and a Slasher/Grindhouse movie called The Harvester. They'll happen, someday.
I was thinking about doing a episodic show on the internet after the gasmask movie. We'll see.

Lost In Translation

2008-10-27T20:00:00.003-06:00

So the movie is coming along great. It's mostly written and we're starting to get the things together for making it work. Hardware things mostly, a few more trips to Home Depot ought to do it. A while back I did quite a bit of research about cheap, homemade, movie equipment. The kind of stuff that you can make with things around your house and that you can buy for very cheap. This $14 Steadicam is a good start. The guy's site has several videos displaying the capabilities of the Steadicam. They look pretty good, considering the fact that, you know, it costs $14.
I also found a pretty rough tutorial about making a dolly system using skateboard wheels and pvc. The whole system should cost someone about $48 in total. A little over $30 for the hardware supplies and about $18 or so for the wheels that the guy said he got from a set of child's rollerskates from walmart.
So that's not too bad right? A sweet horror movie about a guy killing people in the woods in all kinds of messed up and awesome ways for a little more than $62. Well that and any other expenses we might incur like food, transportation and beer. I also need to buy a boom mic, and that is something that I am going to need to get some good cash for.
But that's how it is, you have to invest something in what you love to make it work. The same can be said for all kinds of things. In the end, it's not worth doing anything if you take the easy way. You won't learn anything. I'm finally starting to learn that. It took me longer than it should have, but that's also how it is.
You learn something new every day.
Oh and on a side note, Lost... what the fuck? It is probably one of the most intense television shows I have ever seen, next to Planet Earth and Heroes. I think it is going to give me a heart attack in the end.

It's Mostly Ok

2008-10-18T19:08:00.004-06:00

There is something to be said about writing a horror movie. You are in a completely different world. You are writing a completely different world. The rules are different and events don't happen in the same way they would in a comedy or a drama. So I guess the more and more I think about it, writing horror movie is a lot like writing porn. It's all about the money shot.
Like I said yesterday, I have been busting my ass over this new movie I am writing. We hope to shoot here pretty soon. By pretty soon I mean as soon as I suck it up and finish writing it. We need to get going here cause its going to start getting really cold. Considering the movie takes place in the woods, the warmer the better.
I don't want to say too much right now cause it's too early to tell if it's going to be actually good. But I like horror movies and I like to think that I like making horror movies so we'll see how this goes. As always, I will update when more comes along.

Drinking XXX VitaminWater in Sam's Town

2008-10-17T14:21:00.006-06:00

I've kind of fallen out of posting here, just like I said I would. But this time I actually have a few explanations or excuses depending on who you are and how much I like you.
First off, I have still been writing just in a different way. I have been busting my ass on a new movie that I hope to make pretty soon here. Just as soon as I can get some shit together to make some half-assed movie stuff like a dolly and a steadycam. Yes you can even make a dolly for close to nothing, the internet is a wonderful place full of those little nuggets of know-how that people like to spill out all over the place. All will feel the glory of my superior dolly building skills. I'll be sure to update as more comes along but I doubt it will be for a while cause its fucking cold outside. And the cold pisses me off.
Second, ITS FUCKING COLD!
Third, I like beer too much to be a regular updater of anything let alone a blog (I hate that word) on the internet. But I guess I don't really have any excuses because if I'm sitting here surfing the internet and writing on my desk I might as well right? Well maybe not. See what few people know about me is that, like everyone that lived in the New Mexico House up in Denver, my motivation comes from a very very far away place. It is there. But I don't have a chance to use it very often cause, I mean, why? Its just a blog.
But I like it anyway and I'm not going to stop posting just because I'm an asshole who doesn't like doing anything remotely close to productivity. So I am going to leave you now with some inspirational shit from The Killers.

Aggressively we all defend the role we play
Regrettably time’s come to send you on your way
We’ve seen it all bonfires of trust flash floods of pain
It doesn’t really matter don’t you worry it’ll all work out
No it doesn’t even matter don’t you worry what it’s all about
We hope you enjoyed your stay
It’s good to have you with us, even if it’s just for the day
We hope you enjoyed your stay
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
It’s good to have you with us
Even if it’s just for the day
It’s good to have you with us even if it’s just for the day
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away
It’s good to have you with us
Even if it’s just for the day
It’s good to have you with us even if it’s just for the day
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away

"Exitlude" - The Killers

Mr. Yeller

2008-10-05T02:02:00.001-06:00

I'm sorry ahead of time

Nails

The Straight Sight

2008-10-01T19:52:00.004-06:00

Here are some new photos that I took. A few are from today and a few are from a while ago. I don't really have much else to say. Click on them to make them bigger. Enjoy!

The Crystal Situation

2008-09-29T13:34:00.003-06:00

So I've been running into all kinds of people I haven't seen in years recently. I don't know how my dumb ass didn't see this coming moving back to New Mexico and all but it's been happening at an alarming rate.
My point is I ran into my ex girlfriend a few weeks ago at Zozobra. While this in itself would not be all that terrible, we left on somewhat good terms, I had failed to tell her I had moved back to New Mexico. The worst part is it's not even like I was too distracted and forgot, I didn't tell her on purpose because I thought it would fuck things up and I didn't really want to get back in that group of people again. However, all of that came crashing to the ground the moment I heard her call my name as I was standing in line for the Porto-Potty. Let me tell you that you've not truly lived until your stomach sinks to the depths of your being when you recognize the voice calling your name as the girl you ditched to move to another state with a group of high school buddies that want to try to make it in the music industry and you had no real reason to follow them other than the fact the you were bored out of your skull and wanted to leave so bad you could've killed someone.
And then the guy in front of me got out of the toilet.
I jumped in that Porto-Potty so fast I could have set the record for fastest escape from an akward situation at a major festival event ever recorded. Or at least of the week, in Santa Fe, for my males my age, under six feet and 150 lbs. I like to think that I could have set some kind of record. It's really the only way I can feel good about the whole situation.
The entire time I was in there pretending to piss, there was just no way I was going to be able to piss after that shock, I was praying to whatever god would let me pray to them that she would be gone when I got out. I guess my prayers fell of deaf god-ears cause there she was, all good looking and shit standing there doe-eyed and cute.
Let me just stray for a second to say something that needs to be said. I think, and I know that I'm not alone in this, that its is really fucked up that you chicks out there can get us to do pretty much whatever the hell you want just by giving us "The Look". Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean because it written on your faces every single damn time you do it. You also know that we have little to no power of resistance to it and that's why you do all the damn time. I mean fuck man it sucks.
So I get out of the toilet, if you could call it a toilet at this point, and she's just standing there looking at me and my heart sank as I realized just what this meant: I would have to fucking talk to her now. God fucking dammit. I hate these situations, when I'm in them. They're hilarious when I'm observing, I'm referring to the Meg incidents here, but when I have to deal with them I can't handle with the pressure.
After the most painfully akward five minutes of my entire life trying to explain myself, we made our way back to where I was standing for the show.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention one pretty important detail about this whole Crystal situation, I was tripping acid this whole fucking time! Points to Crystal for making the night just that much more exciting on top of the LSD and the Jack Daniel's.
After the show was over she told me she had to go and I believed her, I was pretty much believing anything at this point, so we parted ways and I told her I would call her. She made me swear under pain of death that I would call her that night so we could go somewhere and talk. I told her I would but I don't think she knew my current hallucinitory status so I put a reminder in my phone for later. That made for a wildly panic-inducing moment later that night.
I'm not going to go into what happened later for two reasons. One, I don't really remember. Two, out of respect for the people involved it would be better if I just kept my mouth shut. Just know that I did meet up with her that night and I ended up not going home.

One more thing, John McCain is a douchebag.

Why I <3 Benecio and California's Rx Policies

2008-09-27T00:48:00.009-06:00

I guess today was a pretty weird day. Maybe not weird, that's too specific. I had to get up way too early in order to go to a job interview. I think it went pretty well. Now, I don't really want a job (zero responsibility is the shit) but I need one cause I need to get out of the damn house more.
So there I was riding my bike down the bike path on my way to the interview at Borders, more specifically the Borders Cafe, and I was listening to this band I found the other night called Fingers-Cut, Megamachine! as I was trying not to completely die from all the pollen floating around down here. This band does not at all sound like you would think they would. They're one of those bands that has been cursed (or blessed) with a misleading name. I'm not going to spoil it for you but go check them out. I guarantee you won't be disappointed. Well, I can't really guarantee something like that. Everyone has their own musical tastes but chances are you'll like them cause I like them and I happen to have the world's second best taste in music next to this man:

After the potentially successful job interview I made my way home to take a nap. Which, as it turns out went extremely well. Chalk it up to good genes I guess but I am just too damn good a taking naps. I don't nap that often but when I do, watch the hell out. I will nap circles around any mother fucker trying to step up in my game. Sorry I guess I've been watching way too much of The Wire.
Anyway I'm going to skip all the boring parts next and focus on the discovery I made of the latest addition to the exciting new enterprises that are the interwebs. I am of coarse talking about THE MOST EXCELLENT PODCAST OF DEATH, DOOM, AND DESTRUCTION. They've only done one episode so far but I have to say I enjoyed the hell out of it. It was about half-way through that I realized what I was getting myself into by signing up for the subscription on iTunes, I am going to be getting one of these once a week, for as long as Benecio has a computer I figure. They covered every subject I thought appropriate and even managed to surprise me with the announcement of Walker and The Lee's candidacy for president in 2024. This is a better idea even than Stephen Colbert running for president and they've got some great ideas for making the country feel more comfortable with Walker as president. But don't take my word for it (wink wink) check out their podcast and know for sure.

Oh and on a side note, if you live in California, please for the love of god don't flush your pharmaceuticals down the toilet. I live on this planet too and happen to enjoy a nice, refreshing glass of ice water sans your fucking Los Angeles-induced psyche meds. Thanks in advance.

I'll Catch You Down the Road

2008-09-26T12:28:00.002-06:00

I just had to write an extremely hard letter to a very good friend of mine. The day can only get better from here.

Makin' Bacon

2008-09-24T20:09:00.010-06:00

Zach and I went on a massive journey today. We rode our bikes all over town finding things to take pictures of. So with that being said here are the latest batch of pictures from my journeys in Santa Fe.

I actually took a ton of pictures I just like these better than the other ones. Maybe I'll put the other ones on facebook or something.

The Holy Police Club in Tokyo

2008-09-21T12:46:00.002-06:00

It's the holy day! Go out and do nothing, the day calls for it. I think I will do the same.

Oh and Tokyo Police Club is perfect.

Right Away, Great Captain

2008-09-21T10:59:00.007-06:00

People that know me will know that I am big into finding new music. I love finding that band that is so amazing that it just blows away everything else I've been listening to at the time. Point-in-case, Wax On Radio. I found these guys a while back and have been listening to them ever since. They only have the one album out right now but I hope they are planning on more. I've also gotten into a band called Manchester Orchestra. Manchester Orchestra was one of those sleeper bands that took me off guard the first time I heard them. At the time I had only heard their song "Alice and Interiors" and I thought it was good but I just moved on. About three months later I got a hold of their full album "I'm Like a Virgin Losing a Child" and never looked back.

Ok the whole point of me writing this was so I could talk about the lead singer for Manchester Orchestra Andy Hull and his perfectly amazing solo side project Right Away, Great Captain. The debut album "The Bitter End" was written from the perspective of a 1600's sailor at sea for 3 years. Each song on the concept album is a journal entry written either to his family back home or his captain. The entire album was written over the course of three days in a cabin near Bastian, VA. You can really tell Andy's focus listening to this. While Manchester has a more broad feel to it, Right Away, Great Captain has a smaller feel without losing any of it's likability and epicness. I mean you can't write about a 1600's sailor and not be epic. Its like an unwritten rule or something.

Everyone should go out and find a way to listen to this. You won't regret it.

You Haven't Seen The Devil Until You've Seen Them All

2008-09-20T22:52:00.005-06:00

So I've been keeping up and keeping busy with all kinds of things lately. Mostly writing. I've been writing a new movie and I've actually got a huge number of people behind it. I've met a lot of amazing people who share the same level of passion for movies as I do and a lot of them are excited about getting this project off the ground. I'm writing it right now so there's no real progress other than that. I was thinking about bringing a few people in on the writing process so we'll see how that goes. I'll update everyone on the progress of the project here as more information becomes available.

Anyway, Zach and I went out walking earlier and I took a few photos with Zach's camera. A few of them turned out to be pretty good actually so I thought I'd share them with everyone.

I think this whole photography thing is something I can get behind so expect more as time goes on.

The Days That Fly

2008-09-17T14:46:00.002-06:00

Another day, a few more wasted minutes. These days are flying by me at an unusual pace. They stop just long enough for me to hop on and try to hold on for dear life as more and more of them fall off the calender. I mean, Jesus Christ it's almost October. Then it will be November 4th. I'm not going to go into who I'm voting for in November because I could go on and on about it for hours, but just know that I'm not voting for McCain.

I've been thinking about writing some new movie stuff. I guess I could write something completely different what with the new location and all. We'll see.

It's a "Maybe if things had been different" kind of thing

2008-09-16T23:38:00.004-06:00

It happened. I am no longer a resident of Colorado, for better or worse. I haven't decided where this is going but I know it's going somewhere. I'm not doing much, little things here and there. Living in Santa Fe basically. Take that how you want but there's really no other way to describe it. If you've ever been to Santa Fe, and I'm talking the real Santa Fe here not the "other" end of town where the mall and all those fucking car dealerships are, you'll know of the Plaza and how it looks all lit up at night.

They're starting to put the luminarias out around town.

It's funny, for a long time I've been trying not to hide anything from the people in my life and, as all things go, that's failed. It's not hard to do, telling the truth. But I seem to fall short anyway. I can look someone in the eye and there's this moment where there they are, right there, in the moment, invested in what I'm telling them, I could say everything, tell them everything I have ever felt about them since I met them.

But I couldn't. It wouldn't have changed anything. You can't hope for something like that. It's not some self-loathing, I don't deserve it kind of thing. It's a "You can't be telling me that now." kind of thing or a "Maybe if things had been different" kind of thing.

Don't worry, I understand, that's why I didn't say anything.

Until I see you again, thanks for everything Bailey and I hope you find the happiness you deserve.

Always, Dustin

It sinks and it sinks and it falls

2008-09-02T17:28:00.003-06:00

I'm just going to put it out there and say that I might be just about the worst blogger (I hate that word) to ever exist, ever. I tell myself that I'm going to post more and I usually do, for about an hour. Then I get distracted by something that I've stumbled upon, one thing leads to another and a month goes by with out on single damn post.
I guess I could thank Jordan for this latest need to post, as he has decided to start posting on Murder Murder Love Inc. again. We'll see how long this new motivation lasts this time. Something tells me it will last.

You Really Have to Be Sitting In My Seat

2008-07-31T14:43:00.005-06:00

I loved Grindhouse. It was an awesome take on the exploitation films of the 60s and 70s. The fake trailers were amazing. The damn-near entire thing was like one long kick in the balls. I can't get enough of these kinds of movies.

So that being said, I lost my shit when I heard about a little movie called Bitch Slap. I had heard of this movie a while back when it was still just an idea. These guys must have had the same idea I had, "Grindhouse was good, but what if we kept it going?"

Then Filmschool Rejects wrote and article about it yesterday complete with a trailer and a whole slew of posters.

Count me among the drooling fanboys ready to be exploited again this December.

Who Will Watch....

2008-07-30T13:16:00.002-06:00

Old I know, but it's just so damn cool.

I Feel A Change Coming On

2008-07-30T12:57:00.005-06:00

I want to start writing here a lot more. So I'm going to. I'll update with random things that I find on the internet that interest me. Anything from movies, to videos, to video games and music. I'll just start throwing random shit on here.

First things first.

Morroblivion
The guys over at Morroblivion have done something pretty damn cool. I'm not really sure how to put it differently in my own words so I'll just quote the main page: Morroblivion is a "brilliant new mod for The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion that brings The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind into Oblivion. This mod converts the Morrowind game files so they are compatible with the Oblivion engine. This means that we can explore the island of Vvardenfell with Oblivion graphics, physics, and interactivity levels." - Morroblivion main page

I would be all over this but my computer sucks and I have Oblivion for 360.

Californication

2008-07-16T17:48:00.002-06:00

I've been thinking a lot lately. Probably too much.

I've been thinking about what it is that I'm doing here. I'm trying to write more but it's just too damn hot to do anything but lounge around the house in my underwear playing playstation.

Only What Does It Matter Now?

2007-10-14T21:56:00.000-06:00

NEW. COHEED. ALBUM. LEAKED. THERE'S. NOTHING. MORE. TO. SAY.

Check it Off

2007-10-06T10:51:00.001-06:00

Countdown one more day. I turn 21 tomorrow.

Set 'Em Up For the Dead-End Kids

2007-10-05T04:45:00.000-06:00

Well things are rolling along at a weird pace. Everything seems to have stopped, but not quite in the general sense just along my tracks. Everyone else's trains seem to be running on time, but mine is a few minutes late. I don't really know why, I didn't want it to be this way, but it is and there's nothing I can do about it.

I'm going to turn 21 in like 2 days. And while I am excited about that, I'm more excited for other things. For one, I get to see Idiot Pilot tonight, and that's just cool beyond measure. Also, my family is coming up to see me for my birthday. My brother is one of the most important people in my life, he is one of my best friends, and for whatever reason I don't really know any of the others anymore. We've kinda drifted. Which is sad and all that, cause they're my family.

I also decided that I don't give two shits what someone gets me for my birthday.

My party will mean all kinds of drinking and smoking different things. So I guess I can look forward to that. We'll see how all this turns out.

The Original Pages

2007-05-31T20:20:00.000-06:00

Holy crap! It has been such a long time since I've done anything on the Internet. There is always the standard, I wake up, I check my email, respond to a few, delete many, look what new cool shit Digg has to offer, then move on. I had almost forgotten about this place. I miss writing here.

It's no accident that I stopped writing after New Years. Tyler caught my bathroom on fire and the cops and the fire department came and gave us hell. So Tyler ended up moving out and quitting Sudden Epidemic. Which, not that it really needs to be said, was the worst New Years ever. But I like to think that I've moved on.

So life after that continued for a while. Elise joined the band and it sounds kick-ass now. She plays violin so that just, naturally, blows minds. We were having fun drinking and having all kinds of people over. Then, just a few short months later, we all got MIP's.

...God is laughing at us all I just know it.

We seemed to have fallen into this calm. Nothing really happens anymore. I still work at the movie theatre. And thats what I do. That and drink on the weekends.

I was thinking about quitting smoking.

Nicola moved up here to live with us for the summer. So thats fun.......mmhmm.

~Locke~

M$

2007-05-17T18:14:00.000-06:00

fuck microsoft

...I can't breath with these words in my mouth...

2006-12-30T02:49:00.000-07:00

I'm writing a new movie. This one is the one. It is going to be the movie I will be proud of. New story. I haven't done anything like this one. I need everyone's help.

If you want to be a part of this email me. dirtzero@gmail.com

Its about life, love, and everything that fucks them up. Its about us. Its about you. Its about her. Its about him. Its about the sun, and snow, and rain, and fog.

...its about my porch.

Reese's Pieces and Country Time Lemonade

2006-12-28T20:04:00.000-07:00

Why can't I ever say what I mean? I'm always too wrapped up behind some dark veil that prevents me from telling people how I feel until it's too late.

But anyway. Things seem to be returning to normal. After a seven hour drive and a 60mph 720 on the highway, Tyler has returned to the land of ice and snow. Now that just leaves Jordan, Marb, and Elise. It has been a while since all of the roommates were in the house for more than 3 weeks. Who know what will happen next.

I was finally able to talk to her. But I might not get to see her for New Years. Hopefully I'll see her soon.

Meredith Godreau

2006-12-28T02:01:00.000-07:00

If Jordan gets to marry Regina Spektor, I get to marry Meredith Godreau, the goddess behind Gregory and the Hawk.

Fair is fair Jordan.

Mother Nature Is Into S&M

2006-12-27T22:48:00.000-07:00

A few things have changed in the last day. I am no longer as eager and hopeful that my roommates will return soon, if ever. Its not that I don't want them to, because I really fucking do, but I think I am getting used to the changes that take place when you are alone for a few days. I've never actually experienced being alone like this. I mean, during the summer there were a few days where I was on the complete opposite sleep schedule from every one in the house so I effectively did not see anyone for a few days. But that was different. They were there. At the house, I could have seen them. All I had to do was sleep a little shorter or stay up a little longer and I would have had company. Now, however, there is no one to see if I stay up a little bit longer. There is no one.

And I think that I am not as heartbroken about this as I thought I might be at this point. Not as lonely and wanting attention. I don't really care if my roommates decide to stay wherever they are past New Years.

This is probably a good thing that I've come to this way of thinking. Because we are supposed to get another huge fucking blizzard again. Tomorrow. Right when things here are starting to melt and go back to normal. I hate snow. I've decided this. Winter is the worst fucking season of them all. And I live in Denver, Colorado of all places.

We aren't supposed to get some snow. We aren't supposed to get dumped on again. If word around the water cooler is to be believed, we are going to get punished! Ass-rammed by mother nature and all her glory.

I really hope they were wrong. I hope we get some light flurries (whatever the hell that word means) and move on with our lives. Its times like these that one could use a fat pack of cigarettes and good friend to curse God with. Unfortunitely, I have neither. I really need a cigarette, but all my money is in check form and Well's Fargo thinks its funny to poke me through some service that makes it impossible for me to open a checking account anywhere and thereby making me stuck here with nothing but other people's food and a check for almost $300 that is completely useless to me right now. I have to call some obscure phone number, give all my information that the great country of the USA has given me just so I can "submit my claim", and wait for 2 weeks for them to call me back so they can tell me what the fuck Well's Fargo thinks that I did that was so wrong so that I can fix it and get a new checking account (not with Well's) and pay my fucking rent and buy some fucking food...and cigarettes. Yeah, those would be nice right about now.

That was my rant against the world for the day. Brought to you by: Mountain Dew, and Good Times.

I hope she likes Dew and Good Times. Every girl that I've dated/liked/been interested in has been a vegetarian. I can't date a vegetarian. I like meat too damn much. Sorry to those couple of girls that are. I'm sorry, but when I get married (if ever) I am having steak at my wedding. Oh! And we're having wedding pie. I hate cake.

...this is the latest from saddle creek...

2006-12-26T18:14:00.000-07:00

Its funny how a huge snow storm like the one we had a few days ago will bring out the best in people. In fact, its funny how any sort of mass-inconvenience will bring people to the frame of mind to help one another. I saw four people helping an old woman dig her car out on the way to work. I would have stopped to help but they got her car out by the time I got over there. She offered them money for their troubles but they denied her. The spirit of the holidays I guess. Denver is still completely covered in snow. But now everything is "mushy" and wet. Which, by they way for any of you who have no experienced this, is a complete pain in the ass.

Its not a huge deal for me because I am fortunate enough not to own a car. But I do walk to work and I have to do so in the "mushy" snow. At this point the snow is a lot like walking in sand. Wet sand. Wet, cold, sand.

I thought I would be a lot more saddened about spending Christmas alone. I thought to myself, "Is there anything more pathetic that spending this holiday alone, watching movies?" But then I thought of something. This holiday is about making people happy, right? What about all those people that I made happier because I was there to sell them a movie ticket so they could go see a movie with their family? I'm sure on some level I made them really happy. So I, in turn, am a happier person because of it. Besides, there's not really a whole lot that I could do about it. So why complain now? Its not going to change anything, so I might as well make the best of it.

I watched a couple of really cool movies. I watched American Psycho, Jackie Brown, Kalifornia, and The Machinist. All of these movies were amazing. I had seen all but The Machinist before so there weren't too many surprises.

I wonder if she would like The Machinist?

This One's For You

2006-12-26T00:02:00.003-07:00

Happy Holidays Everyone!!! I hope everyone had a wonderful day of gift giving and the like. And I hope all of you have a spectacular new year!

You Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

2006-12-24T15:08:00.000-07:00

So here I am, I've posted twice in one day. But it doesn't really feel like the same day because between then and now I have slept. It was a wonderful sleep, the only thing that disrupted this was Ace calling me to tell me that Nick is bringing us a shared Christmas present. What the hell could it be? My thoughts?

Beer.

or some other kind of booze.

This seems to be the basis for the reletionship that we have with this kid. He buys us booze and we pay him back with our hilarity and hopeless sillyness. Sometimes we give the kid money. Mostly he comes over and tells us the proper way to do many things. He is, after all, a fucking genius when it comes to anything and everything.

I would kill anyone for you. Oatmeal is the shit. Nothing hits the spot on a cold-ass morning/afternoon than a piping hot bowl of yummy oatmeal.

So I sit here, not quite alone yet. Marb and Elise have yet to leave. Elise is still at work, and they aren't leaving until she gets back. Then for several days, I will be alone. Including tomorrow. Christmas. Being alone on this holiday has made me see the complete pointlessness of this day. All we do is give shit away and sit around and talk to our family until we can't stand them anymore. It used to be that after a while I would retreat to whatever video game system was available and I would play the game I got until my eyes bled. I wouldn't even really celebrate the new year. I would sit there and game until I was forced back to school. At which point I would continue to slack off and fail most of my classes. All because of video games and this holiday.

But this year, I am alone. I will be working tomorrow. When I get home? Who knows. I may just go to bed.

I'm sorry. Its not completely pointless. You get to see the family that you haven't seen in a very long time. But I don't get that this year. Oh well. Its not like I won't ever see them again.

As for New Years? I hope to go to Boulder this year. That would be really cool. Get drunk and stupid and talk to strangers until I pass out in a drunken stupor. Sounds like some sort of fun to me.

Who knows? I may even run into her.

Change

2006-12-24T01:56:00.000-07:00

Working on Christmas blows. But some things must be done that need to be done. I am not really complaining too much, I mean I'm not going home for Christmas this year. That's kind of a downer but I guess there are some things in life that you have to get used to in order to become a stronger person on the other side. This is going to be the first year in my entire life that I will be spending Christmas alone. I cared at first, a lot. But I have come to find that I don't care as much as I thought I would at this point.

Tomorrow is Christmas. I have to work from four to eleven on Christmas evening. I guess that would be kind of a big deal if my parents lived here. But they are back in New Mexico doing their own thing, while I am in Denver doing mine.

Its funny to think how things have changed around here in the last three months. I no longer miss home as much. A friend of mine broke up with his girlfriend of some nineteen months, just the other day. My other roommates have had some rough patches in their respective reletionships, while I remain alone and not caring all that much. I mean sometimes it would be nice to have someone that you could really connect with on a level unlike anyone else. But then again, it is nice to have some freedom. Its nice to live my own life, and I'm not having to worry about if my actions are going to make things rocky between me and my other.

That was my attitude for the entire time I have been up here.

Then I met a girl from Boulder.

Winter in Denver

2006-12-23T01:04:00.000-07:00

So play for me the chorus to the American Dream. I have forgotten how it sounds. I've lost what it means to make things right again. I've lost what it means to Love and get by with almost nothing. Something changed in my mind the other day. Something that I hope to one day replace with someone special. Until then, I suppose I will just sit back and live the life I was meant to from the beginning. There is really nothing else to do but cry and lose what make you, you. Only to be re-born the next day as something magnificent and unlike anything the world has ever seen.

I've never been this way before. Maybe I don't need to replace anything. Maybe things have fallen into place just as they should. If that's true, why do I still care about being careful? I am too nice a person to get by in this world, get by in this town. Get by in my own mind. I can't think of anything lately. A sort of writers block. But this is blocking they way I think about life, love and the world outside my door.

It is so fucking cold outside. In more than one way. More so in the way that traps the soul in an everlasting blanket of numbing pain and sorrow. There are no more leaves on any of the trees outside. That saddens me in a way I never thought possible. I guess I'm just used the the fucking warm weather. I guess I am more American than I thought I was. I get so used to something, that when any sort of change comes sweeping by, I can't help but recoil into a shell of what I used to be until not even I can recognize who is underneath the turmoil. Until not even I can recognize who is the pussy under the shame and doubt. Sometimes I hate what I am.

Other times I find myself in a place that I hold over other people. I hold myself higher in such a way that it is almost divine providence that I would get knocked on my ass and weep for the things that I've done and the people I've crushed in the process.

Fuck progress. Progress only leads to more pain in the road ahead of us.

A New Development

2006-11-15T09:23:00.000-07:00

Have you ever noticed how time seems to slip by you when you least expect it to? Things that you see everyday and never notice could one day become your dream come true or your worst nightmare.

Not much has changed in the last few weeks. In fact nothing had been going on at all. I got a job, but thats nothing to wet yourself over. I hate the boredom that comes from being in one place for too long. Maybe I'm meant to walk the earth and meet new people from all walks of life. Or maybe I am doomed to obscurity in a dead-end job way the hell across town. Fuck this. I have no idea what the hell I'm supposed to do with myself now that I freed myself from New Mexico. I thought moving here was going to be the end-all-be-all of a good fucking time. And don't get me wrong, I am having fun I think. On some level.

I think I was happy in Santa Fe. Before the rest of my family moved from LA. When I lived on Alto. All I had to do was crush the cans that piled up and take care of trash. I got free food and lodging. I did feel bad though. I hate mooching from people. I really do. I do it sometimes so I can further my sad exsistence. That doesn't mean I enjoy doing it. In fact, far from it. It almost makes me sick. I sit and think to myself in the dark, "Holy shit! What the hell have I become."

...then I walk out into the living room and all is remedied when I find my friends perfectly willing to help me out of a tough spot and cheer me up. I don't know what I would do without them. If I had to do this on my own, I would have killed myself by now. Jesus Christ! That's no way to talk.

We had a scare the other night. I'm not going to go into too much. But I think we can all agree that we came pretty close to losing one of our friends. That's all I'm going to say.

I think I'm going to stop talking now. I'm sure you don't want to hear me go on and on anymore. So this is Locke signing off.

~Locke~

I have found myself in Denver

2006-10-25T01:59:00.000-06:00

I was lost for a while. I lost myself in Santa Fe. The people there are something to behold. Something that needs time to get used to. Something that you love to hate and hate to fall madly in love with. The town itself is like some huge beast that swallows you in its immense beauty. You love that town, but you can never go back, you lose yourself and it looks as if you will never leave. You can't find your way out.

We I came to I was in Denver, Colorado. Its funny how things like that work out. I love this place. I love the apartment I live in.

Explaination of the Unexplainable

2005-06-25T15:13:00.000-06:00

I don't know very many people who can explain the delicate workings that is Japanese anime. If you ask anyone who happens to be a fan, they will tell you that it is hard to describe it. Sure, you may get the select few who use the words, "cool", "hip", "sweet."

This is not right.

Some anime are "cool." But that's not it.

Then what the hell is it?

It is much deeper than "cool", but not quite to the point of a religious experience. Anime fans are not freaks. Some are, but not all of us.

My inspiration for this post, is simply this: I went to go see Howl's Moving Castle.

Very beautiful. That's it!

Anime, in it's own right, is beautiful. I love anime and I have deep levels of respect for the people over at Studio Ghibli. Genius! I never thought that they could out do themselves after Spirited Away. But they did. They did.

After ranting and raving long enough, we all begin to mold all that we say around what we've already said. Maybe I loved Howl's Moving Castle because I had such high expectations. I doubt that, the movie was good. Simply put, it was a good movie.

I own my far share of anime titles. Include Cowboy Bebop and Magical Shopping Arcade Abenobashi. Both are very good shows. Both hold their own. I also watch a fair bit of anime on TV. One of my recent favorites happens to be Paranoia Agent. Awesome series.

Well, I have run out of things to say.

~Locke~

American Daze and Tokyo Knights

2005-06-12T02:19:00.000-06:00

There is a huge gap between American ideals and Japanese culture. For me and many people I know the Tokyo life-style is one that we prefer over American.

Americans one care about one thing: money. Now, don't get me wrong we all love money and many of us love to spend it. And so do the Japanese for that matter, but that's not the main focus of what they do on a dayly basis. It's much deeper than that. They earn lots of money to feed their families, not "feed" their whores and pimps. We, in America, have come up with ways to spend our money that go way beyond anything that one would justify as being right and just. It's all flat out bullshit. Why else would we have a town devoted entirly to gambling? In order to fill our deepest desires we have to deepen our pockets by stepping on everyone below us.

I don't know about you but I for one don't want to be a part of this. I am moving to Japan eventually, in order to get away from all these shitstorms. We are defined by how deep our pockets are. Fun shit, fun shit to get away from.

Fly Away from the Patriots
Fly into the sky
Fall down
Fall into the arms of the beautiful goddess Tokyo
Fall into the Savior of the modern age Tokyo
Fear the Fallen Angels
We will be back

~Locke~

Family is not Everything, but Serenity is

2005-06-12T02:05:00.000-06:00

For like four days we had my younger brother stay with us in our place in Santa Fe. I guess we had good times, if you count me kicking him in the face good times.

Other than that, I will be getting my laptop in a few weeks, so expect much more frequent updates. Hopefully it will be at my hoped 2X a day. But we shall see.

On to more important things. I now have wireless internet going to my room. Which is very good for the ps2 online playing.

There is not a whole lot to talk about right now, um..............i get my braces off on tuesday............lots of painful ass-raming fun. It's like a slow motion train wreck in my mouth. Which, needless to say, hurts like all hell and more. I'm sure them trying to straiten my teeth with a ice pick would hurt less. These people are very good at what they do. And they are very good at cause huge amounts of pain. Why all the whining? Ask anyone who has had braces and they will tell you that in order for them to get the "job" done they have to make you feel like dying. Lots and lots of pain.

But that's a different memory and dream all together.

~Locke~

A Dash of Phoenix

2005-06-08T22:02:00.000-06:00

I have risen from the ashes.

High School is done.

I have a diploma from Los Alamos High School.

It is mine, no one can take it away from me. Minus the outback nazi's. Fucking daystar.

I suppose it was the best time in my life. Well, so far. The girls were hot and guys were...dumb

Too dumb, really, for their own good. Plain and simple. Basic cable package. Drop the tube sock buddy, everyone else wants to look.

On my own
Here we go

I guess I should start writing my scripts, screenplays, whatever.

Frozne Genesis Ltd. will rise from the ashes much as I have done.

~Locke~

Movin' on Up

2005-06-08T21:51:00.000-06:00

Well that's it, it is done. I have moved out of my mom's house and am living with friends in Santa Fe. Which is good, because when I need to I can actually buy things. Good times.

But that's a different memory and time zone all together.

There is just something so pure about not having to live with the mother figure anymore. The rapid change still hurt. It's a regular fucking shock to the system. But I will get over it. I don't want to go back home.

But that's not the point. The point doesn't even make sense.

Maybe someday it will make sense. I hope so. If not, I may have to go out in the world with a head full of acid and the intent on stealing something worth something to someone. Yeah, maybe then I can really make the changes that people like to see on TV.

Fucking Government.

I suppose that in order for me to maintain the living-ness, I will need a job.

Guess not.

When it all comes down to it, we are all out of luck. It fell down the drain. We'll never see it again. Get together and make more babies. Good times. Keep the head alive and the people start to think for themselves which leads to fear. And we can't have thinking people running around. It makes no sense to do that.

I am the beautiful angel of darkness that keeps the whole world alive. Cocky, yes.

Keep thinking. Be the type of person that might not like to keep the world running the way it has been going. It all makes sense if you look at it up-side-down.

We need more people like the guy that sings the jingles for TV.

All we do is run for the noose. What the hell are you talking about, we need our fix.

Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean.

~Locke~

Locke's St. Jimmy Day Parade

2005-05-26T10:01:00.000-06:00

It is needed. We need more people like him. St. Jimmy. The plain old bit of ultra violence. If we follow someone until the day we die, we lose something in ourselves. we lose that piece that makes us...us

There is broken glass everywhere. Falling in large and small pieces. Falling and ending the world and things that make no sense. GOD DAMN!!! I have to smoke something. A cigarette.

~Locke~

Change of A Dress

2005-05-25T10:07:00.000-06:00

Well, school is almost out. For me it's out tomorrow. Yep, thats it, tomorrow is my last real day of high school. It might even be my last day ever. We'll see about that though.

Some people get really nervous about leaving high school. For some reason I don't have this fear. Could I have changed it early on? Maybe. I think for most of my classmates, it hit them just now that they are leaving the public school system forever. They are no longer victims in the Nazi death camps that are the public school system. It hit me a long time ago so I don't really think that is a factor here. I'm excited that I'll be getting lots of money for graduation presents.

I don't really have a clue what it is that I am going to do after high school. Most of my classmates have had the rest of their lives planned for them from birth, so there's not that stress there. Or maybe its a changed stress. They could very well have new levels of hyper-stress that I will never know. Think about it. They have their whole lives planned for them, what happens if they start thinking for themselves and trying to live their own lives. Or, even worse. What happens when mommy and daddy die in a car crash or get trapped in a elevator for four days and the father ends up eating the mother and he gets put away for forty years to life for raping and killing everyone in the elevator? What then?

Granted thats a worse case scenario. But it could happen. But what happens when the worst things that you could ever think of happend to these people. They say you only live once. What if thats true and these people are wasting their lives away acting for mommy and daddy and kissing their asses in hopes that they will buy them the new corvette for graduation. Or, what if the parents snap out of it? What if the parents don't want to pay for everything and make every fucking choice for their spoiled brat of a kid? What would the kid do? Move on? Unlikly. Fade away? Maybe. Die? Hope not.

Believe it or not, but there are some half-ass decent people in the world that might have something in themselves to give to the rest of us. Or maybe the world is full of total jackasses , and our best chances for survival is to send them all out in a boat and sink it? No, no. That would leave the bodies. Choices.

That, my friends, is what I love about being in the family that I am. My mother has given me these choices. She has let me make these choices myself. Some have been very good. And some have been not-so good. But they were my choices. And, mom, if you ever read this. Thank you.

Keep Running you aweful jackasses. The choices someone makes could be your own.

~Locke~

We Are The Night Watchers, But That's Not Your Problem

2005-05-24T11:30:00.000-06:00

There is something so pure and wonderful about the night. We walk in it, we are saturated by it. Everything is different in the night. Everything is new and fresh. There are some that would argue this point in favor of the morning hours, but the human body was not meant to get up and the ass-crack of dawn. Think about it. Humans, at some point, were hunters. All the good little animals and things either came out at night or were sleeping thus easier to kill. We are supposed to be night "owls." But some people just can't help but get up in the morning and stomp around the house in purposeful hopes of waking everyone else up.

Everything begins promptly at 8:30. Which is the real problem.

The way the night means to me, it... it just cannot be explained here. Or anyway for that matter. It is saddening as well because not everyone feels this way or understands. You can walk and walk and walk, you don’t really get as tired because the fucking daystar isn't right up your ass. There is just something so glorious about a perfectly green tree being eliminated by a perfectly white streetlamp. I love that.

I have a friend. This friend and me go walking at night. We walk everywhere. One time, we went on a 13-mile long walk. It was everything I thought it could be. Obviously it was tiring. But not in the way a daytime walk does to you. We could have kept going if my shins weren't about to give out. This was the point of it. To walk everywhere.

There are things in this world that are very old. These things need to be kept safe. There are many of these things in Santa Fe. This is where we walk around. I'm not just talking about old things that have been here since the 90's. There is some of that. But I am talking about things that have been here since the area was inhabited by Native Americans and the like.

It's unexplainable. The purity and gorgeousness of the night and all it wonderful secrets. The world is alive at night, more so than during the day, the hustle and bustle isn't there. Which, in some eyes, takes away the liveliness. But I think the lack of a lot of people makes for a better time. If I have to I will go out in the day, but it's just too damn hot. The night is perfect and the night holds many things not normally spoken of. But here I am saying them.

Beautiful Serenity.

I recall one night. Me, Mike, Jay, and my two siblings were walking and we stopped for a rest near a small waterfall. The feeling there was too overwhelming, I thought, to stay very long. The peacefulness was staggering.

No one is ever at peace during the day as they could be during the night.

The night is one of those things that is a rare gift that comes and goes and a disapprovingly fast rate. Before you know it, the night is gone. But at the same time, before you know it, there it is. Welcoming you with open arms.

It is rich and beautiful, unexplainable to even the smartest person in the world. The night is wonderful.

The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

~Locke~

I Keep Posting, You Keep Reading

2005-05-16T11:22:00.000-06:00

I haven't post all weekend, which is why I am going on a post spree today. This is the place that I can get out all that crap that bugs the shit out of me and I can do it in my own style of writing. I like post at my Frozen Genesis forum, but that's not nearly as formal. Plus That FrozenDomo kid isn't, he's too weird for my tastes. Which, in all reality, is not saying much at all.

There are certain things in this world that tend to keep a few people going. Writing happens to be mine, some people choose art in the painting and drawing sense of the word. And still other find that magical thing that they can go with for the rest of there lives. I don't know what that is yet, but I guess that part of growing up, finding what it is that you can do for the rest of your life and still be happy and not shoot everyone at or office or school.

You don't really hear that much of office shootings, just school shootings. Maybe people don't care as much about a few grown ups killing more grown ups, but when a kid can't take it anymore, we have to call the fucking army of therepists and shrinks. Why do we do this? Is it because us kids and young adults are too fucked up to deal with our own shit? So much so that we need a pushy know-it-all jackass to tell us that the only reason we feel like crap is because we need to sleep more? No that can't be the reason. Then what is it? Grown ups don't trust us with us, its as simple as that. We do, but thats because we know us. Why else would kids and young adults rather hang out with their friend than go to their grandparents for an afternoon brunch or some shit like that? We are just two different species. And the sad thing is, that one day we are going to be like this. We are going to be the one's that send our kids to the psycho-person-fixer, because we found a lighter and cigarettes in their pockets while doing the laundry. But what we could do instead is let them figure out that smoking is not very good for you. Let them tell themselves what is right and wrong, with some minor help from the parent. As much as parents and grown ups want to believe, some kids and young adults are very smart. Sometime they are smarter that most "grown ups." In fact, I happen to know several "grown ups" that are really not that grown up. They can't think for themselves. They are the one's that their parent led their lives when they were kids. This is wrong. Let the damn kid figure it out themselves. Fuck, I may have kids just to prove all those people wrong that I wouldn't amount to anything. Fuck, I may have kids to prove to those people that I am capable and I and willing to love someone else instead of flipping out and killing everyone and myself in a last desparation act. Fuck.

Then again maybe I won't have kids, because they're annoying.

~Locke~

E3

2005-05-16T10:06:00.000-06:00

The biggest game conference in the world comes together this week, and I couldn't be more excited. New information about all the next-geneeration consoles, includeing PS3, Xbox 360, and the new Nintendo thing......anyway, the information that is going to be in the hands of gamers everywhere is denfinitly going to be worth haveing. I can't wait for a possible release date of Final Fantasy XII, and Kingdom Hearts II. Good times will be had by all this Saturday and Sunday.

Games are something that means so much to alot of very diffent people, I my self love RPGs, while other like.......um......Halo. Well not everyone can be perfect.

~Locke~

Pink Floyd's The Wall

2005-05-16T09:44:00.000-06:00

I did it again. I took LSA again. But this time instead of running around and acting like a complete jackass, I did something quite enjoyable. I watched The Wall. Great movie while not high. Best movie ever while high. This movie will never be the same. The colors were talking and the sounds tasted great. There is no way this was not a good thing. Jaydler was there, he can vouch for this.

But Jay and I can both agree when we say that we don't really know if it was worth the stomach ache. But then we remember the wonderful times we had watching The Wall and it all goes away.

The Wall is one of those things that someone did at some point and had no idea what kind of impact it would have on many many people. But that's exactly what happened. Just being there is something extra special, like getting a better bike than you hoped for on your birthday. Everyone needs to see The Wall, flat out, that simple. But I think only a few select people might be able to handle the delicate mind workings and trappings that The Wall has in store for those willing enough to go after it. You have to want it now. More that you want that new bike. If you can't handle it... you know what, it doesn't really matter, you'll know when you are ready. Until then, the world makes fun of you but all you have to do is make the world fun. Keep running you swine, the tiger is right fuckin' behind you.

~Locke~

I Say Fuck Prom

2005-05-14T15:53:00.000-06:00

There is a certain event that happens every year at our school, and many others for that matter. This dreadful thing is called Prom. This has to be avoided. It has to be avoided at all costs. I have decided not to go this year, or at all. I got a free ticket from the school, due to me being a senior. But I still dont think I am going to go. There are things that would make me go, hot girls asking me is one way, but I dont feel like going otherwise. Just somthing about it pisses me off. I dont really know what, but it does.

~Locke~

Mac Rage

2005-05-10T11:49:00.000-06:00

I hate Macs. We have to use them at school and they inspire me to kill things. Like people. Or small animals. Or small people. Or small people animals.

~Locke~

Keep Running

2005-05-10T10:00:00.000-06:00

Freerunning is something that I have not been a part of for very long but I love it just the same. I have done a few spots, mostly around Santa Fe. I plan on going back soon so I can get some good gloves and film us freerunning.
Most of us can't really help but do something so extraordinary that people can't help but notice. Sometimes in order for you to get people to listen to you, you have to hit them in the face with a sledge-hammer. This can be taken both literally and figuratively. But sometimes I like the literal sense of it more.
This is a good thing, I guess. The freerunning gives me something that I haven't had in a while. I'll be sure to get back to you once I find that out.
To belive in love at a young age is foolish. Even in high school. Your just bound to get your heart thrown of a bridge. I'm sorry if this pisses anyone off, but high school girls can be the most cruel beings in all the world. But I can't help but love you, you crazy bitches. Call it dumb luck or something, but don't ever let it go, for those who let it go often find themselves in the bottom of a hole too deep to get out of. Mindless ramblings. Senseless gibberish. Keep Running you crazy bitch, don't let the past bite you in the ass, and always Keep Running toward the future.

~Locke~

Slow Recovery

2005-05-10T09:37:00.000-06:00

I still feel like crap, but that doesn't really matter that much. I don't know if it was the morning glories or not, but for some reason I had a nasty fever last night. I still don't feel 100% but I do feel a little better.

I don't really plan on doing the LSA again real soon. I'm going to Micheal's this weekend, but I think I'll just stick to freerunning this weekend.

One of my good friends Dylan (Hereby refered to as Jay or Jaydler) is going to Soccoro this weekend, so I'll either have to go to Micheal's (Hereby refered to as Death or Questy) or hang out with Jordan (Ace) and Kyle (Spike) and the rest of the band members of Sudden Epidemic. Good times.

What do we do in this small town of Los Alamos (Hell, the bad one)? Well for starters we get bored and burn things. So we go to Santa Fe. Or we get wasted and smoke and have sex. More good times.

But hey, we have not a damn thing else to do.

~Locke~

Friday Afternoon in the Park

2005-05-09T13:16:00.000-06:00

It's not Friday, it's never been Friday, but it should be.

Random thoughts and mostly made of people too far-gone.

There are a lot of idiots in the world and most of them have not realized how much I hate them but they should because it will be apparent very soon.

The town I live in is falling apart. The people are becoming too real and not real enough. The lab will leave. That is certain. When the lab leaves, the whole town will leave too. We are nothing with out the lab. Or, rather, the town is nothing. We are half ready fall part and collapse in on ourselves. We can't help it. We make the lab and the lab makes us. It's a scary thing but the truth is sometimes scary. I will try to leave. Or do my best not to come back. I can't come back. If I come back I won't ever leave again. Who knows? Maybe I'll go to Japan or Europe somewhere. Wherever I go it can't be in New Mexico.
It's not so much my disliking of this town that makes me want to leave, but the need to. Well, the disliking the town is there, but it is not as real as the other feeling that come with living in a small town, where if you come home drunk the whole town is up your ass with their shitstorms. We can't help it; we love to piss people off. We need to feel this way or we explode. Our parents took too much acid while they were pregnant, but that’s what comes with life and living and keeping our cool in tough situations. Keep on moving you awful jackass, keep going toward the light and don't let anyone tell you that you are who the magazines say you are. Keep trucking, life gets pretty good once you leave your small town prison.

~Locke~

The Space Between This World and the Next

2005-05-09T09:37:00.000-06:00

Well, I feel like crap. My head hurts and I'm really tired. I want to think it wasn't the Morning Glories, but you never know. Anyway, I had a good time. I started out the evening playing Devil May Cry 3, but lost interest fast. I felt sick to my stomach, so I sat down in a white chair in Micheal's "living-room-thing." As the morning glories began to kick in, I felt the need to act the way Johnny Depp does in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Pretty soon, I couldn't stop even if I tired. For about an hour that was all I could think about. I had to act that way and I couldn't stop myself. In this hour I spent in the chair, I was muttering nonsense and my sister Laura and taking careful note as to what was said and wrote it down in a Word document. I'll post that later.
It only gets better. I then got up and started working on the computer. I posted something in my forum Frozen Genesis. I wrote down some thoughts in the Word document. And for some reason, I opened Photoshop so I could type something. Weird, I know. Then the sickness came back. I got up and went in the bathroom and sat on the for for like half an hour to forty-five minutes. I wasn't throwing up, I was just sitting there. I just sat there looking at the walls and listening to the chaos outside. My brother was going crazy and I didn't want any part of that.
Apparently he had been watching The Saint and Micheal had put the subtitles on. Zach was reading the subtitles and responding to them as if the characters on the screen were talking to him. And he couldn't stop moving. At one point he couldn't help but keep moving. He might have exploded if he didn't, I dont know.
I sat in the bathroom, listening to White Rabbit. The shower was talking to me and I felt as if I was harming it or hurting its feelings because I couldn't respond to it. I felt really bad and I had to take a shower. So I did.
A shower while on LSA is the most wonderful thing you could ever do. When you are on LSA, every part of your body is hyper-sensitive. So a shower was just the thing I was looking for. I had my head in the shower head, letting the water spray on my face. I was muttering something to the effect of: "They all have lips." I have no idea where that came from, but I was repeating it for like 10 mins.
Once out of the shower I went back to Micheal's room. I sat there in the "Poem Chair" and I tried to spit more nonsense but I couldn't bring myself to even speak clearly.
At this point, I don't really remember what happened. But apparently like 2 hours went by. I do remember, Laura going to bed and me wanting the gummy snackes in the car outside. I also remember sitting down and watching the video of what we had done earlier. Micheal had been recording all of this. Now, after watching the video while high, I don't really know what I remember as in I was actually there or what I saw other people doing in the video. After the video, we went to bed. Which was a mistake at this point.
This is when I started getting The Fear. My brother Zach was making hellspawn noises. He was snoring, but it was unlike any snore I had ever heard. To add to that Fear, Micheal said that there was something on the roof. Flat out, I was scared out of my mind. I hardly got any sleep. I kept waking up to Zach demon noises, and the thing on the roof. I think I did go to sleep after the LSA wore off. But that was after 4 hours or so.
I will do this again, but with less people there, and I will have a better place to sleep, a gym mat on the floor just doesn't cover it.
I will get back to this as I start remebering more. But until then, see you later.

~Locke~

Morning, Glory

2005-05-07T20:58:00.000-06:00

This is my new broken reality. Welcome to this new broken reality.

We have all been given a gift, this gift is the gift of choice. My choice is whether or not I take drugs. Some of these drugs might or might have included pot and other "imagination enhancers". What these other drugs are I will let you decide. That's what I was talking about earlier with choice. God bless you, you awful jackass.

~Locke~

Welcome To My Broken Reality

2005-05-07T12:07:00.000-06:00

This is the first ever post here. I just felt that I needed someplace to put all the random happenings of everyday life and other such things.

Today I woke up and got some chocolate milk. I will be going down to Santa Fe later to hang out with some friends.

Tomorrow is mother's day. I guess I should do something about that. Hmmmm, yeah.

I just got Devil May Cry 3 for ps2. The game is fun but hard as hell. I have never played a game so hard. Well, no thats a lie. The most recent Contra was the hardest game I have ever played. Devil May Cry 3 is very very hard, but I cant stop playing it. It's like they put crack in something of it. Or they have some mind control device that makes resistance impossible. I barly broke it last night so I could go to sleep.

I guess I should start sleeping more. But I love video game too damn much. I also love freerunning. For anyone who doesn't know what freerunning is, it's where you run around and climb on stuff and then jump to other stuff, until you hurt yourself, or get tired. It really is fun, i swear. I love playing video games.

Ok, my #1 best video game achievment has to be beating Jak and Daxter with all 101 power cells, in just over 7 hours. Good times were most definitly had by all.

~Locke~