The PixelDrip Gallery Panel from CommuniCon!
I was lucky enough to be a part of this panel with some amazing artists, filmmakers, and all around good friends.
NOTE: We began the panel by screening the Six Seasons and a Movie Art Show Documentary which can be viewed here: http://youtu.be/MDL7LFosd0E
“what are you doing today”
“ok great so you can help me with this-“
no no no
i don’t mean i have nothing planned, i mean i plan to do nothing
alfjksdlfajsfdl THANK YOU, FANDOM GODS
OMG IT IS SO AWESOME THAT HE RETURNS!!!
Glass numero 3.
How is everyone else doing on this EXCITING Saturday night?
So uh….now would be the time to ask me shit.
I give…interesting…answers while drinking wine.
Millions of ages ago there were other things. I know you expected me to write something beautiful or meaningful in that last sentence, but I’m honestly only telling you the truth. “Millions of years ago, there were other things.” There’s no way to fight it. Actually there are ways to fight it. If you believe that the world is only 6 thousand years old, then yes, you can fight it. But with what? Words? You’ll fight it with words then I’ll fight it with words, then I’ll use someone else’s words to fight your words and back up my words, and you’ll use someone else’s words, though I hate their words, to back up your words which will refute my words. And don’t use Stephen Colbert. He’s a satirical comedian.
But now millions of years later a man was born. Well many men were born. Hold on a second, I just left that sentence blank for half a day, half a day, also I’m writing in coma splices just to piss you off, but I left it blinking for half a day on “millions of years” and then is just sat there. I wish I could have a blinking graphic show up. Fuck that would be cool.
So millions of years later some guy was born and he’d become the protagonist of my story. But honestly he’s not really alive because I’m making him up, along with the world I’m creating. I’m creating a world. Isn’t that borderline insanity? Schizophrenia? Wish I didn’t have to autocorrect that. But honestly, we pay these people millions of dollars to do this: one guy get’s a million to write and rewrite and rewrite and rewrite a screenplay for a movie that will suck so much ass, it won’t even make into a college film textbook in the chapter about “Hollywood (bad) movies” (Charlie’s Angels). So we pay these people all this money to create a world. Write dialogue to made up events (usually) of conversations that didn’t (usually) happen. That’s schizophrenia. And then we pay these people to portray these individuals. To act like a different person. To act like someone their not. Multiple personality disorder. Then we give a man (or woman, but mostly a man. Shut up I’m right. Say what you want about old cinema or international cinema, but woman are not hired a lot in Hollywood) so much fucking money to make something. To read something and then put those ideas on a medium that enables us to see it. To sometimes influence these images for us to see it the way he wants it. Minister of Propaganda. (I’m actually not calling directors Nazi’s, it’s just that “propaganda propetier” isn’t a word in the English language. Shut up. Fuck you. You know what I mean).
Where the fuck was i?
Oh yeah, so millions of years later this guy was born.
- Shane Lawrence, Godly Complexed Writer
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