Happy New Year!



According to the Christian accounting, this is the beginning of the 2007th year after Christ's alleged birth (some scholars put his birth up to 18 years before AD1).



So that means something culturally. For me, New years eve is always Burn Night, but it's hard not to gt all caught up in the pageantry and debauchery of the "official" New Year.



2007 is officially the future. When I was a young-in, I knee that in the future i would be living in a high tech, exciting world with superheroes and exciting adventures. Done! As soon as a spaceworthy starcraft shows up, I will be super happy!



I was reminded by the Lovely Lisa Han about a passion I shared with her years ago. It's always been there, just not right up front. I want to live forever. I believe that in our lifetime, it will be possible to halt or reverse the aging process. We will be the first generation to be able to live indefinitely. Look around you, we are taking baby steps in that direction now.



My comic book project got a boost on NYE at Nexus. All of my favorite people were there and I was able to arrange a meeting for tonight. Very exciting. I have a very good feeling about this project.



My other writing projects are moving forward as well. Again, good feelings. We will be pitching to Cartoon Network in about a month.



Gripping is also going quite well. I think this year I will get into the union for certain and I am looking to land myself as a set grip on a TV show.



My new years resolution: More Sex, More Video Games. (I just got an XBOX 360... if you are on Xbox Live, look for Spaceman23).



Happy New Year. Kisses to all!

Writing is this interesting process for me. I love the thinking of ideas. I love the talking about ideas. I love when I am writing how the words can pour out of me freely.



I hate the actual writing, as in ass to chair. Too much play in the world keeps me at bay. It is a lonely act for me.



I am loathe to share my work with anyone, especially people who I really want to respect me, like close friends or girls who I think are cute. It is scary to me to put my words out there for people to look at and silently judge. I keep my work to myself, and safe.



And yet here I am blogging away. So there is something to sharing. And I am also writing in it fairly regularly, so there is something there too.



I just yesterday noticed something very cool about my writing. As a solo writer I suck. It is only when I am sharing my work with people and taking whatever comes back at me in stride that I am truly happy with my work. I am so much more powerful describing my thoughts to people! The act of writing is not just for me! When I share with them, and they share back with me, we all get smarter.



It seems so obvious, but as usual, the man inside is the last to know.

So KT, Wolfie, Zak Brown, Duke and I went to Lucha Va Voom at the Mayan last night. It was a sold out show and it was amazing! There is something inherently special about over the top, costumed wrestling and outrageously sexy and extreme burlesque dancing. Each act outdid the last.



As usual, the real fun from Lucha Va Voom happens in the stands. it is a great excuse to get wild and scream and drink margaritas. KT, bless her, wore her black leather Lucha mask any time wrestlers were on stage. It was way too much fun! The drinks at Lucha Va Voom are always expensive, so... yeah. I blew a lot of money on booze last night. But as usual, all is well.



Wrestling: Excellent and ridiculous. Nun transvestites, fake poop from the pants, twin chickens, the trolls from Nacho Libre, Frankenstein's monster, schoolgirls versus vampires, a battle royale with 6 regular sized wrestlers and 4 mini wrestlers, a chupacabra. It was fantastic.



The Burlesque: Excellent and spectacular. Contortionists, people flying, Louis Louis XIV on a pogo stick, a super hot matador, snow white, karis in all his feminine mystique and manly glory, and sisters losing their schoolgirl uniforms. Also, KT's ass was in my face during 65% of the show, which was nice.



The Comedy. Always great. The voice of Sponge Bob was there. Apparently Sponge Bob is playing Starscream in the new Transformers movie. Now that is meta.



I have one complaint. Last night during the main event battle royale there are 10 or 12 fighters in the ring. Here's the problem. Those damn minis gang up on the big guys until they are all down. Then thy fight it out among themselves. I am just saying, 4 short people versus one tall person is an unfair and dishonorable strategy. I don't care if you are a celebrity troll.



But aside from that, the show was F'n amazing. Well worth the tickets. You have two more nights to try and get out there. Good luck, tickets are going to be hard to come by.

I woke from a strange dream this morning. I dreamt again of alien invasion.



I often go to that alternate reality when I travel the Astral plane at night. I often muse on the subject a lot in my waking hours as well. Alien invasion has been on the tip of my mind for a few weeks now, with the comic and the travel to secret locations and... well, I am Spaceman. It's always on my mind.



But when I woke this morning, I was chilled by the reality of it.



Being the Spaceman, and a responsible party for everyone's safety, I ask a lot of questions about aliens.



1. If you were an alien invader, bent on dominating mankind for some reason what might those reasons be? Our rapidly depleting natural resources? Our Planet? Enslavement? Our souls? Or are the aliens like a super serious version of Apple or Procter and Gamble and want total market saturation. Is there such a thing as a benign alien invasion?



2. If you had a spaceship, with all it's advances of navigation, sensors and flight, would you turn the lights on and buzz some UFO nut with a camera? No! You would leave the lights off and blend!



3. If you wanted to do an invasion, even if your power was overwhelmingly more powerful than your enemy, would you bring the whole armada to the atmosphere to scare your enemy and make yourself a target? (think the Iraq war strategy) Or would you do something more advanced, more peaceful? Would you do an invasion so advanced that the people you were invading never knew they were being invaded. So much so that they wanted you to invade them, because it meant such a vastly superior life for them.



So here was the dream: I dreamt there was this product that was way more technically advanced than any gadget I had ever seen. It came out of nowhere. Just one day, some company that no one had heard of created this ultimate object. It was produced and on shelves and amazing and plentiful. It was really the super gadget. The thing that did everything. it took photos, it made phone calls, it was a powerful computer, it figured out where traffic was like a GPS, it played music, it checked your tribe account, it played games, it interfaced with everything perfectly. It was perfect. It was pocket sized. Oh yes, it was cheap, too.



So, everyone on earth needed to have one. It was the ultimate status symbol. It was so darn useful, too! People got so used to them, that they didn't even need to type anymore. They just talked to the thing and it did whatever they needed it to do. It translated language and let us talk to each other. It helped everyone make money. It taught like a college professor. It put power of politics and media into the hands of the people and acted as a democracy machine. People would buy the thing and instantly get on every network on earth and they were instantly hooked.



Hooked like dependent. The gadget became a constant part of everyone's life. The overnight sensation was sweeping the planet. It was so cheap and there was no advertising... how did the thing even make money? Who were the secret leaders of the company?



And soon everyone was infected. The object was the virus. The Perfect Little Thing was the ultimate invasion tool. Because, once everyone or almost everyone had one of these things it became so easy to control us. It was dialed into the worldwide network, and no misses could fire when their ships entered our airspace. The missile launching personnel were busy playing the newest version of Halo. The warmongering politicos were too wrapped up checking their myspace account to care. Nobody seemed to watch the overly sensational news that used to dominate our culture.



Everyone watched live from their Perfect Little Things as the Aliens came out of their ship with their message of "I come in Peace."



Which led me back to my 1st question about alien invasion. If they came in peace to help us, would we even let them?

The other night, I worked on this movie. It was about some guy who stumbles across an end of the world cult who's actually got it right. Cool premise. On paper. I think the actual execution of the thing was crap.



It was the last night and the entire crew was irate at each other. The grips and the teamsters were feuding. The teamsters and the stunt drivers were at odds about who was driving whom. The electricians were bitter about being undermanned. The camera assistants weren't taliking to the dolly grip. The key grip was muttering after each shot. The AD and the director were discussing each shot for what seemed like an endless amount of time. And on top of it all, the rate was kind of crappy.



It is sometimes difficult to keep my perspective.



I am doing a job that I love.

I am on a mountain top overlooking chatsworth at an abandoned Nike Missle Base. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missile_defense#History

I love that kind of shit

I am getting another union day

I am making contacts with great people.

I get to watch a beautiful sunset... and sunrise.



I was accused of being "too chipper." But damn, look at how cool that hatch is!



On the other hand, today I built a circus tent with my friends at Circque Berzerk. I am a little sunburnt, but beyond that... I am so happy. Roo, Sue, Kevin Wolfie Caylee... I love working with good people.



It's a blessed life that lets you love your work.