No autosave in Garageband

Fuck Garageband. Fuck it until it is fucking dead. I had an AMAZING groove, and went to record the fuckinf bassline, and the shit just crashed. And no fucking autosave. Fuck that shit in it's fucking ear.

I want acid back sooooooooooo bad. :(


-- Post From My iPhone

DRUNKEN TIGER - W.O.R.D.

Blogging From the Iphone. . .

There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt. . .



-- Post From My iPhone

Telefunken u-48

First Public Screening, Obama, Netflix, and THREETHOUSANDWORDS IS DEAD

THREETHOUSANDWORDS is dead. GoDaddy.com and SOME SCHMUCKS IN DC fucking killed it. So it's done.

Fuckers. I really liked that name, and I'll use it for something later. . .

so. . . screwfilms. Fuck yeah. That's the name from now on, fuckers.

GRRRRRR!

Next Up: NetflixHaiku.com

I just got myself a netflix account, and I've decided that the world needs more of at least 2 things: Blogs, and Movie reviews. . . written in Haiku! HA!

Why the fuck not, right?


Congrats Obama, I voted, but didn't think we were going to win, and was legitimately nervous about it on election day. Quick Sweep, and I could hear cheers from the Roof of What was Tamany Hall when he was declared. It was powerful, and I totally went to Union Square after I closed to the New York Film Academy Edit lab, and hung out until the cops started taking out their billy clubs, and that's when I decided to puss out. . .


Robo had it's first cold public screening the Night before Halloween. . . and tanked.

15 people watched with rapt attention, while 20 people talked shit behind them, and then some fucking moron jumped on stage 30 second before the credits, and pulled up the screen (obviously, he was not a fan).

I thought it was funny as hell, and pretty indicative that the film needs some work.


So. . . yeah.

GO READ MY HAIKU!

Kenneth Anger, and Experimental Cinema

I've long been under the assumption that experimental art films are bullshit.

I am wrong.

I'm watching "Fireworks" by Kenneth Anger, shot in 1947, and I've come to the realization that he set everything up for everyone who'd push the envelope for the next 50 years. . .

1947. . it's hard to believe, watching it. . . it looks like a progressiver 60's film, at least. . .

My heroes would be nowhere without this cat. . . and thus, I've rethought my whole stance on experimental cinema.

Mainstream cinema lags too far behind, and experimental cinema goes to far. . .

But if we can meet 'em in the middle, then you've fucking got something.

Ken Anger's films aren't terribly shocking now, but they must've really freaked people out back then. . .

I dunno what I'm trying to say. Go watch Ken Anger films.

That's when I reach for my revolver. . .

So, I'm testing the capabilities of my iPhone. Don't mind me. . .