Rambler

Two new Ramblers, one accompanied by Colt45, a true gangster.

colossus streaks

Here's an update of streaks. Edit is coming along. Most of the film is sequences, except of course, the beginning. A rendezvous is being planned back to Arkansas to finish shooting and hopefully in another month I'll have the first screening.
If you know any big shots tell em they want to distribute this mother effer.

Every 10 hours I take a one hour break to walk to the computer store to buy some DVD-R's.

Halfway through a new design. Living through the computer.

Cyber babe central.

But really, I want to be a pixel painter. Now more getting paint under my finger nails. No more cleaning brushes. No more masking. Just clicking. Oh baby! Pixel painting is where it's at.

Plane Crash

You probably can't tell from the photo, but a plane just crashed into this house. It disintegrated upon impact and no one seemed to be home at the time of contact. The weirdest thing was seeing the table still set.

Fact is stranger than fiction

Trust me. I care about blogging. I want to be hip and cool. Blog blog blog. But, editing has put a damper on any form of real outdoor activity lately. So no projects. No pictures. No blogging.

So to update this week, I'm giving you three pics from the upcoming video project, tentatively called The Road To Colossus. It's nearing completion but all consuming of my life. If you're out of the loop you can check more on it at www.roadtocolossus.com although it has not been updated for 10 months.

Pictures are in order of appearance. Three generations of buZ blurrians. Riding the pass out of Austin, NV. Dispatching out of Colossus' neighborhood yard.

en route

A smourgasborg of whores with swords and more and more of rocks and doors. Coming home from Mexico.