Take what you will from any and all of these videos. I'll be reading up on the many myths of masculinities, the fraud of feminism and further philosophical inquiries.

:)

"Bloody hell" is all I can muster at this point in the game. I've tried to go to sleep for hours and hours and hours this summer, but it doesn't work. It worked fine when I was in San Diego, sure, but it won't work when I'm at home, in this house. 

Maybe it is just a mental block. Insomnia doesn't even describe how much staying up hurts.

I'm barely listening to music or watching something on the computer or reading or finishing up a character anaylsis or something. I've got a migraine that hasn't gone away in days, but thanks to 4 blinking white pills every few hours, I've been able to manage it.

I just laid on my bed, under my bed, on my couch, underneath my table with every piece of clothing, blanket and coat that I own. My head feels like it is going to explode. >_<

/end dilemma

I'm working my way through it. Well, hopefully.

Meanwhile, I've got a lovely bunch of photographs that aren't that great at all, but I quite like them.

I kissed a boy in front of a park's public restrooms before. It was actually more of an intense snog session, and I like to come back to it, reflect upon the actions and question what course of action could have been done to have changed anything. It was really funny because I was on the left side of the water fountain and he was on the right side of the fountain. It's so funny to me.

I took a lay in this road here for about 20 minutes the other morning (from about 3:40-4:00am). I looked up and saw a blank street and really thought about what it means to be an empty street. And then I realized that I was hungry.

I love pillars. Ask anyone; they're one of my favorite things ever. I'm completely fascinated by them for some reason. Maybe in a past life, I was a Greek architect. Or maybe I've just read too much about pillars in my current lifetime.

My younger brother is going to grow into his ears and is going to be quite a baker in the future. He gets angry so quick, but he is quite the cool kid when he wants to be.

My sister has always been an example of what it means to be a good person. She can be extremely emotional, but she is the most "human" of all the humans that I've ever met.

I want to live a life of gold. I don't think that I ever really will, but I'll try until my dying breath. I hope that you live the same way too.

No one will ever understand the significance this photo above has for me. It's my least favorite and most hated photo I've ever had the pleasure of seeing and taking.

Construction crane was frightening me, and there was a man (not in the photo) standing on the edge of the building that looked like he was going to fall off at any moment.

I saw a gigantic pile of records and books outside of the thrift store in the middle of town the other evening. As I passed, I wondered how much literature and art has been destroyed in years passed.

I don't care for the open road. I don't use these words very often, but when I do I mean them: "Fuck that shit." I hate the prospects of an expanse of freedom; it only leads to further freedom, confusion and ultimately some form of destruction.

Just some photos that I've taken in the last few days. Hope you liked this. And if you didn't, I hope that you can sleep and dream tonight. Be well.

I will never change. Even without a sufficient amount of sleep or an intense obsession to the fake romance between Ianto Jones and Captain Jack Harkness, I'm still as jolly as a jellybean.

P.S. - I've got to re-do the Comic-Con journal. I promise to get that little book of business up and running soon. 

Again, much love.

I have no natural sense of coiffed elegance. Maybe someday I will. Though, I feel that beauty comes through seriously through some sort of natural outlet. Whether it be as beautiful as a skillful craft of hand or a lie from tongue to earlobe, it is beautiful in some shape or another. And I don't think that I've directly hounded into my craft or lie. Not yet.

Other than feeling as though I was born in the wrong era (again), tonight feels just like any other night. Insomnia has crept onto my spine, and I cannot seem to  express what I want to in the correct way. I greatly dislike that stifled feeling that has befallen over my being. It's like having a permanent mind-stutter or talking through a sock stuck in your throat. I'm so focused through my mouth. I wish that I could allow my fingers to do my talking for me.

Why would you spend a good majority of your life pursuing something mundane and unexciting, only to look forward to days that you can take breaks from your constant, boring other life? I do not get it. I just don't.

I miss something. I like being bothered. And I really wish that I could accomplish the greatest of the greatest feats. No doubts can occur. It just takes a little mental preparation. Or a lot.

Maybe it has something to do with money. Lord knows the value of money does make a person go crazy. But if a person wasn't already susceptible enough, the person is at fault for their manipulative, weak character. The invariablity and quest that life ships us on makes our character strong (if you allow it). But I digress...

Smiles are burned into my corneas. Sometimes, that's all I see. Even when there is nothing good to look at, I live through some smooth sufferage and heartfelt carnage ravages the depths of my thoughts and actions.

Who knew it could work out that way?

I've been wasting away, now that I am back in Alamosa. I have read Ray Bradbury's Zen in the Art of Writing and have worked on a puzzle; that's essentially what I've fully accomplished. Yes, I have been reading a lot more than just that book, but that is the first one that I have finished thus far. The puzzle was completed today. My victory in the last couple weeks can be broken up into a thousand different pieces that I decided to put together only so that someday, it may be broken up and completed by someone else during another time.

It is hard to talk to people anymore. Or maybe it isn't. I think that my problem stems from my fascination for mistakes and judgment. I am constantly searching for imperfections, contradictions, and error in each and every human that I keep meeting. It's like a switch that I just can't stop. It's as though Sir Arthur Conan Doyle decide to hand over his creation's perception. Though, instead of using that power to fight crime or solve ingenius mysteries, I am wasting them. I am meeting useless people that aren't worth my time to judge. I'm introducing myself to others in hopes that I can make a connection with someone, but it doesn't work in the way that I would like. I go into situations like that with bad intentions. The pit of my cherry brain has the stiffness of a pessimist with a membrane laced with optimistic tendencies.

I want to be 9,000 things before I die, but I fear that I have too few seconds in my lifetime to get through each of those chapters I want to create, draw, experience, perform.

I'm not sure what I expect with this; normally, I would post a journal like this on my secret blog that no one knows about. It's nice to go unnoticed sometime, but I'm making my way back. 

I want each of my functions working in synch with one another.

Doing is living; I'm getting off of my lazy bum tomorrow and getting started with a little more 'doing' and a little less 'nothing' with my time and space.

I can smell my atmosphere:  there are faint traces of burning rose petals and the pulp of oranges. I'm living and loving, and I recommend you do the same.

I would love to know how your day went. I want to catch up.

It isn't like I am spending my time on something profound or exquisite when I'm not on here. I'm not sure what I am doing these days, but I do know that I have been a little busy trying to put things together and get my life stacked solid. It's somewhat working, but there is still a little while I have yet to get through.

Lately, I have been extremely fascinated with creation stories from different religions and myths from the ancient world. If any of you have any links or know of any sort of creation story (even if it does happen to be a farce), let me know where I can find some literature or a video about it!

I am going to grow into something awesome. Or at least, that's the dream. Though, that truly hasn't changed much since I was younger. Umm...

I'm still planning on doing the Buzznet takeover of Twitter; I'll be coming out with a journal soon on further instructions as to how we'll go ahead and get that done. There are some pretty brutal things happening with the Iran Election lately; if you don't know what I'm talking about, look it up.

I'm still here. Feel free to say hello anytime, and I'll work on getting back to you as fast as possible.

I miss this place. I want to explode back into the mix of things. :)

I was minding my own business when I looked around to my clock; it spoke to me with the number six thirty, and I decided that it was time for me to start making my way outside. I had received a few text messages from Ms. Jane earlier in the day, and I was so excited I could feel my feet sweat through wool socks and stuffy shoes. I left my dorm room, and I made my way down the street with my phone to my ear and our dear friend from Buzznet speaking to me on the other end.

Yes, she was a little lost. But it was totally alright. After about three or so minutes (yeah, we totally found each other right away like it was magic), she ended up driving to where I was and parked. Actually, if you want to see me following her to where she parked at, you can go to my video here. That probably does a better job explaining how excited/thrilled I was on Friday.

We embraced, we smiled, we laughed and we decided that a visit to the little boys and little girls room was in order to continue our quest towards Peaches. We took off to my packed Student Center; some event or another was going on and there were a ton of people in formal wear. And to start the night off, Jane’s camera bag, moving on its own will as we pushed through the crowd to the exit, decided to pretty much violate a woman in a pretty white dress. Now, was that the only time that I would hear or think of the word violate that night? Think again.

We got to Jane’s car and drove over to the venue. The Metro is an exquisite place for a few reasons: 1) they are somewhat small, so you can go and have a little bit of intimacy with some of the bands, 2) the security is the most friendly and helpful that I have ever encountered, and 3) there are a total of 39 lights that are on the stage (and only 11 of them turn into red lights for those of you that know how red lights are the worst invention in the world). We sat in Jane’s car for a good while, talking it up and getting to know each other in person. Hell, she is one of the very, very best people out there. I really love meeting Buzznet friends because you finally get rid of that “oh-you-don’t-really-know-me-but-you-really-kind-of-do” kind of thing. We’re best buddies, and it had been established that we were going to have a great night that night. We took a breath, made our way to the line across the street and waited to be let in.

Entry to the show was easy, and we managed to secure a place in the upper left side of the floor, myself being behind the barrier and Jane leaning right on top of the stage. We met a security guard who was guarding the side we were on, as well as an eccentric drunk girl who was also a delight in many ways; we continued to make discourse with them for a good majority before the actual show started. Evil Beaver set up the stage, and we were theirs.

Evil Beaver was actually pretty amazing. They are a group of two people: a leading lady, kick-ass bassist, and a drummer whose hands were moving so fast that I honestly thought he was missing both of his arms and my ears were lying to me. Their set was pretty bombing, involving a lot of bass manipulations and even the drums seemed to sound fairly complex. They were great openers; they finished strong and the house music came back on. That’s when he came out.

Drums of Death comes out with his face painted over and a complete soundboard on the table. Now, I did not know how I would like his performance simply based on what I had seen. Like all the other times, I realized that I should not have judged him solely by his cover; HIS STAGE PRESCENCE WAS OUTSTANDING! He was all over the stage, dancing left and right while he managed to find the time to go back to his Mac and manipulate the songs a little bit more. It was like no other DJ that I have seen; he took the stage and led the crowd into dance frenzy. After losing a few ounces of sweat, I saw him give his goodbye to the stage and made his way off to the side. We all knew what was coming next.

By this time, Jane had somewhat positioned herself to be in quite a great spot to be taking photos of the band members, and let me tell you, some of those photographers within the barrier were complete jerks! I haven’t seen that kind of rudeness since I was at a McDonald’s a few weeks back. All you really need to know about that story is that this stupid little kid was a stupid little jerk and he stole the toy that came from my happy meal when I wasn’t looking. Needless to say, it is an unforgivable crime against humanity. >:(

Anyway, 10 minutes went by and the crowd grew obviously impatient. And then, what was it I heard? The house music on the floor was Boy George with “Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?” The reason why that was so significant was because I was talking about it earlier in the day, how I couldn’t get that song out of my mind. Jane looked back, started smiling and laughing and we both just knew that she was making her way to the stage. After Boy George, a familiar hit from the DiVinyls came on: “I search myself, I want you to find me, I forget myself, I want you to remind me…” The crowd then screamed in a very exquisite manner: “I DON’T WANT ANYBODY ELSE; WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU, I TOUCH MYSELF!” The stage fell black and Peaches’ alliance, The Herms, came out and assumed their respective positions on the stage. A few stage ninjas could be seen, but it didn’t matter. In that moment, everything went completely pitch black and near silent. A gigantic puff of a person walked out onto the stage and the lights came back with her. Our queen bee had arrived.

Peaches busted out strong, singing a few hits from her very new album that just came out this month. In this amazing get-up that she kept shedding as she went from song to song, she managed to keep everyone entranced as she coasted from stage left to stage right to the top of the drum set; she was everywhere at once and everyone was in love. Peaches changed outfits before each song it almost seemed, but no one was complaining. It was as though she engulfed the charisma of Freddie Mercury, the energy of Reggie and the Full Effect and the astounding deified grace of Kylie Minogue. But even after naming them, she still had her own style. Something about the way that she moved, the way that she sang on stage, it just felt like it was natural for her. She looked and acted like a natural superstar, and there was nothing short of a great performance being presented to us that night. She also had a great mix of old music and new music in her set list; with five albums, you know that she has some great tunes to choose from. Peaches’ crotch glowed white, she took off on a long crowd-surfing session while she sang the entire time, her keyboardist took his shirt off, and there were swarms of naked chests throughout the crowd: these were among the best of the moments from that night. She left everyone satisfied at the end of the show, including Jane who managed to fight her way to the front of the barrier after she was kicked out of the security quarters. Her pictures of the show describe the show so much better than I ever could.

We went back to Jane’s car and decided that the night was not over for us yet. We drove around the city, taking the psychos of the Friday night scene on with all that we had while getting a little lost in the process. It was all a good time, though, and I know that I enjoyed it. We managed to find a cute after-hours diner and enjoyed a sweet meal together as conversation ensued. I took a short video of it; you can find that here.

That was our complete night. We parted ways after taking a picture together.We’ll be doing that again, and as I went to bed at 4:53 am that morning, I could have sworn that I could smell peaches in the air. It was pleasant beyond all pleasantries.

And that was it! Hope you liked the write-up, and if you are going to a concert in Chicago sometime, look me up! Also, if there is some way that you can manage meeting Jane Bush, DO SO NOW! She is amazing, and you will love her as much in person as you do online.

Toodles!

P.S.

Oh, yeah. I also touched Peaches’ butt that night. Umm…yeah. [/cut]

Upon walking into the museum, they have a display of the Flying Ford Anglia from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets: 

It was so weird to see it in its actual size; this became a common theme of the exhibit. My friend and I went looking for the rest of the exhibit, but we couldn’t find anything. After asking a security guard for directions, we moved to the second floor and waited to be let in (lesson learned here, folks: no question is a stupid question). We had tickets to be let in at 4:45pm; the time was 4:11. We couldn’t wait; my friend decided to go through and tell me some of the major plot points that have gone on throughout the life of the Harry Potter characters. I don’t care what you say: Snape is cool!

We killed half an hour talking about Harry Potter, and we were lined up to go inside. The exhibit workers put on their best fake British accent, and led us in a game of “I-say-Harry-you-say-Potter”. Yes, I participated (and felt like I was 8 years old the whole time); they then led us outside of the museum to the large tents that were set up right out front. My friend and I were very excited as we walked into a room with a hat on a stool. Can you guess what happened next?

THE SORTING HAT KNOWS ALL. HE WAS SUPER AND SENT A BUNCH OF KIDS TO THE GRYFFYINDOR (AND ONE GIRL TO HUFFLEPUFF). From the sorting hat, we were told to move through golden doors that were in front of us. We walked through the doorway into a room with 6 screens set up, one right next to the other. The screens started to show us different adventures that Harry Potter has overcome over the span of the last few years. The clips ended, and the left wall of the exhibit completely lifted up, exposing the true start of the exhibit.

It was magical.

As you move into the pure exhibit, you are overcrowded with the common outfits of Harry Potter and his friends; Nevil Longbottom’s accessories and clothing were some of my favorite to see (he had so much). After looking around for a quick second, the swarm of people that we were touring with decided to circle around Harry Potter’s common robes from the first movie, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. What I think we all found so fascinating is that they were really…tiny. I’m not kidding; Daniel Radcliffe was so young when they first started the series. It was so scary to see the actual size of his costume, and looking around, I ended up with that same feeling a lot.

From Harry’s clothes, we moved over to see the clothing and props from all of the teachers from his past; Professor Minerva McGonagall (P.S. – I am so taller than her), Professor Remus Lupin, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, and Pamona Sprout were included, to name a few. What was the most awesome of all of the costumes and all of the props was Professor Sprout’s set-up: SHE HAD BABY MANDRAKES THAT CRIED WHEN YOU PULLED THEM OUT OF THE GROUND. I’ll never be able to get their shrieks out of my head (and I’m completely fine with that).

The professor display melted into a display with Buckbeak as the main attraction:

That ended up turning into Hagrid’s house, where a baby dragon’s egg was laid on the table shaking as though it was getting ready to hatch some dragon terrific. Hagrid’s clothing were the biggest surprise that I’ve ever experience; HE IS TRULY A GIANT. I did not know how to comprehend an outfit that big, so I moved over to the Quidditch section. There was this awesome game set-up with chasers and hoops that kids were fawning over. I couldn’t help myself, and I decided to play for a little bit too. Every time you made a score, you would hear a validating “ding,” and it totally made me feel like a better person on the inside. And then, I saw them.

Cedric. Diggory’s. Quidditch. Uniform. ROBERT PATTINSON WAS IN THEM. YES, THAT DOES MAKE ME COOL.

I saw Quidditch uniforms from over the years, and moving on, I saw some Dementors, Lucius Malfoy’s costume, Bellatrix Lestrange’s costume along with the Sorcerer’s stone and a vast amount of other crucial items that have helped Harry Potter.

I saw a big door down the hallway and ran towards it to see what was through the doors at the end; peering through, I saw a dining hall. THE dining hall. I jaw-dropped and stopped dead in my tracks, amazed to see tasty treats that had been shown throughout the movies, the costume that RPattz wore to the dance in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and so many other splendors. One of my favorites were the fake candles set up floating from the ceiling. I was too amused.

The dining hall turned into the gift shop, and everything was for sale. From Voldemort’s wand to a Dumbledore keychain, I had enough and just wanted to go get a dose of reality. Not being able to stop just yet, I went back through one more time and touched both of Cedric Diggory’s clothings (even though I know that I wasn’t supposed to).

Oops. Silly me. ;)

For anyone in the Chicago area that has $20 to spare, checking out the Harry Potter Exhibit wouldn’t be too bad at all. It’ll be here until September, and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince hits theatres on July 15, 2009. [/cut]

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Background

23 years. That is how long the government of Uganda and a rebel group called the Lords Resistance Army (LRA) has been at war with one another. There have been efforts to try to bring the two parties to peace, but Joseph Kony, the leader of the LRA, has refused to such efforts. The conflict has the people living in chaos and fear. The LRA has not only taken hundreds of lives, but they have left thousands of Africans displaced from their homes, taking captive whomever they please and keeping them locked in camps. Further, the LRA is known for taking children from their villages and homes and forcing them to fight in this war. Helping the children from being abducted used to be the main concern of Invisible Children, but the concept has since expanded and we are interested in creating peace for Uganda. Recently, this war is starting to spread to the surrounding countries, and we need to put a stop to Joseph Kony and the Lords Resistance Army.

The Rescue

What thousands of participants around the world are going to be doing is gathering together to abduct ourselves from our everyday lives in hopes that we can get out as much exposure as we can about those abducted in this war.

If you are going to be participating in a city near you, be sure that you have:

• Three photographs of you with your friends, family or guardian. Please place a red circle around yourself in the photo, symbolizing that you have been abducted. You will drop off one of these photos at the abduction site, and include the other two with the letters you write to your political representatives.

• Supplies to set up camp and then wait for your Rescue. You don’t need much. The kids in Uganda leave for the bush with nothing but the clothes on their backs. Therefore, please bring the smallest amount of supplies that you need to survive until you are rescued. These supplies could include a sleeping bag, pillow, warm clothes, comfortable shoes, food, water and a tarp (or sleeping pad) if it is forecasted to rain. Remember, you will have to carry these supplies for up to three miles during the march to the LRA camp.

• Supplies to write letters and complete a simple art project. Grab just a small amount of pens or paint to make your letters and art piece your own. If you have extras, please bring some to share.

• $5 Dollars, Euros or Pounds. Please bring 5 bucks to the event. This money covers the cost to host this international awareness event.

We will have a designating meeting place where we will leave one of our photos behind that will signify that we’re taking ourselves away from that life right now and only concerning ourselves with the abduction. Depending on the city, all of the participants will trek from the meeting place to their designated “LRA camp,” where you will set up camp, make art supplies, take photos and participate in peaceful protest against Joseph Kony. The wait in the LRA camp will only be disrupted when local leaders (Senators, Mayors, Radio Hosts) and not-so-local media members (Actors, Musicians) show their support and do the best that they can to get the word out about this terrifying ordeal that has plagued Uganda for almost a quarter of a century.

We are going to put an end to this, but we need help! If you are interested in participating, you can go to the Invisible Children website and it will give you all the information that you need.

(If you're going to be in Chicago, let me know!)

Also, here is the Who/What/When/Where/Why about The Rescue as reported by BreeSays.

Play an active role in making the world a more aware and a much more peaceful place.

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OMG! Vic Fuentes just shot me the creepiest glance as I am typing this. O_O

We have a little bit of ridiculousness going on: margarita orders for Bring Me The Horizon and a sweet secret conversation going on between the members of Cancer Bats. Somehow, it feels like a big Thanksgiving feast; it is most amazing. It is surely a mess of fun, and I keep hearing whispers all around about how everyone seems to look so much better in person. I can vouch for their claims; these peeps are preeeeeeeeeeetty.

Here are some photos from the Meet & Greet today:

Fun times all around, no? I will be meeting with Ms. BreeSays from Buzznet this evening at the venue, something that I am most nervous and excited for.

If you want to catch more Taste of Chaos 2009 action on Buzznet, click here.

If you want to see more photos from the Meet & Greet, I just uploaded this gallery.

If you want to go to the TOC show tonight in Chicago at the Aragon Ballroom, you still have a chance to go. There are still tickets available I've heard, and we can hang out!

Peace, guys. Geoff is calling me in for a photo.

;)

     He seemed like a nice old man; he spoke like a professional and was completely down-to-earth. He opened up his lecture with a 12-minute clip from one of his documentaries, Welfare. I could only describe what I saw on the screen as honest and crucial. It was in black and white, and it had to have been filmed many years ago; there were some classic demeanors that totally switched my senses to the 1970s. Not knowing what to do as I watched the projector screen, I pulled out index cards and took notes as to what I saw that stood out to me. I noticed little, but there was a lot that stuck out to me. A glance that was made at a certain time, or the brief awkwardness that made each scene stick out and seem realistic. I will never share exactly what I wrote down as I watched the movie clip, but I do remember thinking that it was exquisitely thought-out. My pen went down as the lights came up in the room once again, and Mr. Wiseman began speaking. I really wanted to see the rest of Welfare, but I guess I will have to go out and get a copy for myself to see sometime (seeing as how it is a 3 hour documentary).

     Mr. Wiseman talked about his process for going about making a documentary.  Here is what I got from his lecture to the room:

• He works with two other people when filming directly (the camera man and a specialist).
• He does not record any staged events.
• He does no research prior to recording; he relies on the film to be his research.
• He spends about 4-12 weeks working on filming and collects about 65-140 hours of footage during that time.
• There are no staged points of view or perspectives made prior to recording.
• His documentaries range (after editting) anywhere from 73 minutes to 6 hours.
• His goal is to capture contemporary America and make sure that it is viewed with clarity.

     After he ventured talked about his style in general, he decided to give us a little bit of his reasoning for filming and editing the clip of Welfare that we viewed.  The film was made in 1975 about the toils and troubles of clients and welfare workers in a New York welfare office.  It gets in-depth, covering layers of psychological issues to unemployment; it also is a great depiction as to the regulations that we follow and live our lives by in the United States.  To start filming for this, Mr. Wiseman decided to camp out a day before filming, just to get a sense of the routine that the workers and clients had developed.  He started filming bright and early the next day, taking notes of certain comments in his mind to later be further examined in editing.  He also gave a hint out there to anyone that is wanting to make a documentary: be sure to capture the presence of people within any room.  It makes for easier editing to move from one person to the next and capture emotions from one person to another.  You can use footage like that to shorten conversations, and make points in much shorter time than what you can if you film certain scenarios a different way. 

     After one month of collecting around 90 hours of film, he began to review and log each scene with certain notes.  He went into a great amount of detail talking about the logs; the funniest of the comments being that he did not do the logging for Welfare; he got someone else to do it for him!  Logging (making notes) on each different scene is a long and difficult task to do, and he said felt that it would be better to let someone else take care of that part before actual editing went on.

     He created something called his "first assembly" after three or four days of straight editing; he breaks the movie down from 90 hours to about 4 hours.  He has to break it down further and spent as much time as was needed to come up with the final product.  The documentary is astounding (and I didn't even see the whole thing)!

    There was a brief Q&A session before the evening became quite late.  Some final tips that he gave about general documenary making were:

• Construct a title and ask what type of movie you are trying to produce
• Create reasons for introductions and transitions
• Examine the function of each scene, and comprehend what each part of the film is suggesting
• Do not make the point that you are trying to get across too obvious (*cough*MichaelMoore*cough*)
• NEVER make the film for a certain kind of audience

     He was thoroughly inspiring, and let the lecture close watch a different clip from Essene.  There are no words that I can say about that clip to really describe how great I thought of it.

     So, as I type these tips this evening (and hoping that DePaul doesn't sue me for posting this up on the internet [the guy only said that I cannot post any audio/videos up online, so I should be in the clear]), I would like to thank Mr. Frederick Wiseman for his wonderful achievements in film, and I will leave you with some tiny hint as to what I might be working on in the (near) future:  AlieNation. 

Evening, folks.  I hope you enjoyed this little slice of edumacation!  Fun to learn something new, yeah?  ;)