Maybe it’s because I’m a child of the 80s and a teen of the 90s that, sometimes, when I look out into the vast realm of the internet, I get disgustipated.
I mean, suffering fuckballs what the hell happened?
I know this is an old man rant, but holy shit. Generation “meh” is now Generation “waah.” Nevermind the repackaged, repurposed, rebooted, race-swapped, and gender-swapped IPs. When tasked to come up with something original, they dish out something like this:
Harsh mouth, foul scent, lurching, slurring, and stumbling. Needless to say, I am hammered beyond salvage and absolutely embalmed to the gills.
I’m in my car trying to find the steering wheel, driving home with useful terror. Because, y’know, you always give your heart to the future ’cause the present is where you hustle.
‘Cause pints of Guinness gets down to business.
I let moonlight pour into my eyes before tomorrow’s sun bakes it raw. Somewhere in my head my brain is telling me what to do. But sobriety is a distant jewel, ghost beyond ghost, holding on to dear life while looking for little deaths— something cute, something evil.
Funny thing about this whole ‘rona situation, with all this time in our hands, is that it gets us looking back at the things we’ve done (the good and the bad). But mainly the good because this is what we need to look forward with more hope at an indefinite, undetermined future.
Below is a compilation of the work I’ve done in collaboration with indie film companies and artists here in California (list on the actual vimeo vid). From series to shorts to commercials to music videos, I’m very thankful I have the opportunity to see imagination materialized in tangible form.
Truly crazy and miraculous if you think about it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
From writer, director, AD, sound, to a PA grunt, I’ve worked the war rooms and the trench lines and I am happy I have these under my belt.
Next up, I aim to scale that magical mountain and hunt that elusive, mythical dragon called “feature film”. I’ma slay that bitch one day 🙂
Be cool and be safe.
Did you realize it was going to kill you, so you killed it first?
It’s a weird relationship we have with our dreams. At a young age it nurtures us because dreams can still become a reality; but at a later stage in life, it eats away at our souls as it slowly starts to resemble the many things that will never be.
Because you don’t see it coming, do you? Just one day, all of a sudden, the storm arrives and the tides turn.
Gone are your panache and pizzazz. Gone are your audacity and affirmations. Gone are the fun and fuckery of waxing poetry. Because sisi puede is now no bueno. (more…)
What does one reflect about in these corona-times?
Well, first off, fuck China. As if Birdflu, SARS, H7N9, etc., is not enough. Now they’ve taken away our plans and pursuits; our daily routines and jobs; and have placed people around the world in body bags, urns, and six feet down the dirt.
That’s right, I said it.
I mean, why the fuck would you drink bat soup or eat a motherfucking pangolin? Have you seen these things? I mean, look at this animal.
R.G. Tamaki 