Brain Poops

Ok. I admit everything.

One Christmas not so long ago I was given the first Harry Potter book which, after a polite “thank you auntie-whoever-you-are”, I refused to so much as look at for the next few months. Fortunately… Unfortunately… Some time later I decided to give it a once over.

And from then on I was hooked.

Now I can’t say I fell full force into the abyss-like state of slobbering Potter fan-boy-ism, but I definitely enjoyed the books and could almost understand why kids and adults alike turned into drooling literary fiends at the release of each subsequent book. What confuses me still is the lengths to which fans will go to get their ocular injection of Rowling’s Potterjuice.

I’m a little ashamed to admit that I went to the release “party” for Deathly Hallows, if for no other reason than my metaphorical rape of the gibbering masses waiting outside the Borders off of Torrance Blvd. If you’re reading that last sentence more than once, you’re likely not alone. Let me explain…

No? You don’t want an explanation? Well fuck off! I don’t see another person writing on this page yet, so you’ll just have to suffer.

(continue reading…)

The phrase “kill your babies” is thrown around quite a bit in every assembly-line editing and film making book I’ve read. It applies to those bits of footage that you absolutely love but just don’t have any damn use for. I’d like to think that I’ve successfully applied this theory to my website, but I’m sure at least a few people aren’t happy with the change.

The simple facts are that even though I’m paying a fee every 3 months or so to keep this site running, I haven’t really looked at or interacted with it since I started working out my trip to Cali. I’m not exaggerating when I say I just might have looked at this site a grand total of five times since leaving the muggy, funky, wrong-place-for-me South.

On a few occasions I’ve seen unhappy forum members write me comments not unlike a 6 year old who has been neglected for an extended period of time by a drunk father. I tried to promote interactivity with my life and the breakdown of boundaries between myself and the people who watch my videos.

Man I fucking failed. Hard.

But rather than bringing back forums which will, frankly, be more of a headache to myself and the kindly folks who agreed to help me with moderating them, the only forum-like crap I’m going to allow [for now, at least] will be relegated to the comments section. See what I did there? I said “relegated”. Someday I hope to look up that word and find I’ve used it properly all these years. Most likely it will turn out quite the opposite.