Final version of my response to Spacevidcast

I'm still terrible onscreen but I'm getting better. 

Shot this several times and wanted it to be more polished but I must get back to drawing on the Graphic Novel. Always best to put a time limit on webcam videos. 

Fear of Failure

Yesterday was a lost day. I has a meeting with my friend Jeff and we talked about many projects.

I'm tired of talking. I just want to do. I must start shooting movies.

A friend wanted my Superman cape from last Halloween for a gag at a party and I couldn't find it in my empire of junk. More wasted time looking for it.

Then this morning I made a fool out of myself on the internet. I left a comment on a post, no that's not true. I left a comment on a comment. No, that not true either. I left a comment on a deleted comment.

Desiree Nordlund wrote this nice post about trust in me and I became paranoid about a deleted comment. The ugly side of my imagination was in full force as I wrote a comment about my fragile ego and my fear of failure.

Why do we waste so much time on fear?

I'm going to produce the best movie I can for her and all that are involved in making her script into a film .

Desiree deleted the comment because it was in Japanese.

Banning Books

I won't be buying any new books this year. If I do buy books in the future I will be buying e-books.
I think my graphic novels won't be published on paper. I'm tired of killing trees to feed my book addiction.

No Talent Hack

This is a post is about my last two posts, 'The Return Call' and 'The Phone Call'.

I try not to be negative on this blog and try to be truthful as memory allows but sometimes I fail.
It hurt me to hear from a man that has taken advantage of me, my family and friends.
In his mind I am the one that has done him wrong, more the pity.

I try to be friends to everyone I meet but some people just can't be friends.
Their egos destroy the friendship before it even begins.
Ego is the destroyer of all things.

Do I have the right to call anyone a no talent hack?
Maybe not but I feel I would be lying to say anything else about the mis-director.
If you ignore talent and destroy talent to feed your own ego then you are a no talent hack.

I forgive you Phil and I pity you but I will never work for you again.
Your ego destroyed our friendship.

Keeper of the Cosmic Crayon

I'm dead. I'm 17 years old and I'm dead. I've went into the Light. I've gone down the river of death in the valleys of my own mind and have come to the Light but my own ego keeps me from being part of the Light. Who am I?

"You are the Keeper of the Cosmic Crayon."

Said a voice in me and outside of me. Fragments of infinite imagination unbound before me in crystal shards full of living words.

"I'm not a word worshiper." I said as my mind spun out from the mortal tread of my short life.

Each word was a living thing bound in crystal that changed colors and turned inside out before it turned inside in. Over and over again like living music the crystals were played by the living words.

A billion rainbows sang to me a bittersweet song. I fell out of heaven and was flung back to the flesh I was born into on this world. I haunt that flesh to this day, wishing my own selfish ego had let me be part of the Light.

Ego is the destroyer of all things.