I’ve switched to journaling in my hardcover books. It different. But this is still good. Things are moving so fast lately. Not me exactly, just the world. I feel like I’m at a steady pace. Around normal speeds.

When I look back at how much this site has done for me, it is amazing. It’s almost as if the idea fuels itself. It’s hard to explain in words.

People talk of perpetual motion and infinite free energy devices. But doesn’t the human spirit do that? It needs nothing but time, and eventually a spring will come forth…waiting for the next memory to record itself.

-Tyler

I’ve been looking for a trick to make things work. I hate the feeling of the ancy-mcfraggledoc so I needed to come up with a system.

This new system is working out quite well. I’m nine days into this cycle and I got a feeling this one is going to be the one.

The supplies required are:

1. A 24 hour gym with a pool that is within walking distance

2. that’s it

When I say 24 hour gym I don’t mean one of those that are 24 hours monday-friday but on the weekends they close at 10. That’s not good.

I want the real prog rock.

I figured out that headaches, lethargy and tons of other stuff have to do with nutrients not being able to get to the brain fast enough. And conversely, the brain creates nutrients that don’t get to the rest of the body fast enough.

The ancy-mcdonglepeeps feeling comes from stagnant energy and nutrients staying in lower areas too long. Walking is great, but then it just moves it around. The whole thing needs to be moving around. That way when you sleep, you’re able to get tons of work done.

I mean actual work.

A few days ago. I was sleeping and in the middle of the dream I felt myself say, “Wait a minute…why am I dreaming about violence right now….oheyeah! I played an hour of Fallout 3 before bed. No wonder.”

But a week before that, I was sleeping and when I woke up I realized that in my actual dream I was still doing work. But the strange thing is that when I woke up I had a handle on my work day. It was as if I was organizing everything in my dream or perhaps on a subconscious level. It was very strange.

So here’s what I do. I walk to the gym whenever I have excess lower chakra energy. Then I do a little bit of eliptical cardio, then some triple sit-ups. The ones where you go on an incline and then do one in the middle and then one to the side then one to the middle again then one to the other side and then repeat until you don’t want to do that anymore.

Oops. Actually I do some basic yoga stretching before the situps.

Then after the situps I’ll go do either assisted pull ups or assisted dips depending on what I did the day before. After the assisted dips or pull ups I either do another basic exercise of my choice or I change and then hit the jacuzzi.

After the jacuzzi I’ll do some swimming and then go into the wet steam room.

Then during the walk home I just feel great. I can easily breathe and the next day seems like it will be chump change.

Sleep is excellent and if I’m still not tired after that I’ll read a spiritual book for a while. Then I’m good.

And that’s how things have been going for the past 9 days.

I think the jacuzzi really helps add some energy to the lower back. I know for men we keep a lot of stress energy in the lower back and in the neck/shoulders. But of course this depends on the person. My main areas easily are the ones just mentioned.

One thing that is excellent is that there are some forms of stimulus that can create tears of joy or sudden realization. Those are superb. I was listening to a new song that I had never heard before the other day, and I got those that are kind of combination of surprise, joy, laughter, deep spiritual feelings, and also connection. That’s when I knew that things were going really well.

That doesn’t happen unless the brain is overloaded with energy and it wants to create new pathways. I just let the tears just get out and then laugh the whole thing off. That’s what the gym is great for. You can’t let the energy stay in your head. You need to move it back into the body so the nutrients from the brain can send the signals and information of bliss and happiness back into the extremities of the body.

All these people are freaking out about nanotechnology and what it has to offer. I completely agree, it will be good for doing serious repair-work. But one’s own cells are the most advanced technology that anyone could ever make.

Your cells each have their own sensory technology and energy creation facilities and countless other faculties within them. When you have a moment of good vibes, you can harness that, let the nerve toxins flow out the tear ducts and sweat glands…and then begin to send new instructions to even the farthest reaches of the body.

-Tyler

Here’s what’s been going down.

The computer only has a hard drive, a built in ethernet card, an old-style modem, an onboard video card and a some USB ports.

Fortunately, I had an extra keyboard and I managed to snag my USB wired mouse from my work-bag.

I bought a fresh copy of windows XP pro 3 years ago for this computer and the hard drive is 240 gigs strong. I’m only using 2 gigs so far.

The goal is to get this computer set-up so I can use it solely as a music creation workstation. My ESP-1010 soundcard should work on it. That’s granted that the soundcard isn’t burnt out from my when my last computer get zapped with bad energy from an old office.

So I took my secondary monitor from CyberTron (that’s the name of this computer) and I plugged it into the uncertain computer. I also attached my USB keyboard and Mouse.

It was hilarious because when I booted the thing, it said…”Hold up dog. I don’t even know what time it is, Snoops. NEVERMIND the date!”

So I had to input that information after giving the computer some suggestions for boot order. DATE/TIME the whole deal. The old dos screen was so much fun and it took me back to BIOS and AUTOEXEC days.

I was shocked to see that WinXP Pro actually started without a hitch. Of course, my screen resolution was 640 x 480 and my CD/DVD ROM wasn’t reading anything, both the onboard and PCI ethernet cards weren’t working, and there were absolutely no drivers on the computer.

That’s the beauty of a fresh install. I had nothing really. Just a lot of empty space.

So I doubled checked my devices to see which ethernet port was working. Neither worked. Actually I couldn’t even see the onboard ethernet port anywhere. And the PCI one had a huge question mark. The same was for the onboard card and a couple other things.

My main problem was getting on the net. I knew that once I could get a sturdy connection to the net, I’d be able to run automatic update and at least get the bare bones cooking.

Unfortunately, my ethernet ports weren’t working so when I swapped my ethernet cable it did nothing. I tried installing a psudo ethernet driver that came with windows but it didn’t work.

Then I got an idea. I remembered that I used to connect CyberTron to the internet at my parents’ house via a wireless internet USB adapter.

I was stoked because I even found the CD for my D-Link wireless USB adapter.

I knew that I needed to insert the CD first before plugging the thing in. That’s because some of these wireless usb puppies get ancy-pants whenever you try to plug the sucker in first.

But to my pleasant surprise, I found that the CD ROM was not autoplaying. That’s because when I went into MY computer, it said there was no disk inserted into the drive. Even though I knew it was physically in there.

Then I remembered that I had a USB external hard drive and cable in my desk. I grabbed it and found the drivers for the wireless network adapter and then dropped it on there.

I followed the instructions but unfortunately my bad install previously needed to be uninstalled before I could more forward. I didn’t want to futz with things too much so I just uninstalled and rebooted.

10 minutes later I was able to install the wireless internet adapter and now I’m 2 hours into the Windows Update process. Things are going well, although I won’t know for certain if the audio card works until I finish all the other updates. I’m waiting to install the audio card until everything else is perfectly operational. That way I will know if something goes wrong the card was damaged.

On a positive note, the video card is working because the resolution automatically set itself to a higher level. That’s a plus because my monitor is so small and the resolution was so low previously that I had to guess press in order to exit menus and accept operations.

We’ll see how this goes.

-Tyler

I’m moving to Pasadena this week. There’s risks involved with that for sure. Lots of unknowns. But I know its better for my productivity and development than staying in my Dad’s literal closet-room. I say literal because there’s so many books in there.

I’m actually looking forward to packing. I’ll get some boxes on my way home. The idea of wrapping things up in such a visceral way…it feels good.

A strange thing about the cultivation is that the focus comes in cycles. It seems like everything is a cycle these days. There will be a couple weeks of wanting to read a lot of actual physical book stuff. Then there’s a transition to wanting to exercise a lot. Now I’m in the phase where I want to watch interesting videos. I’m sure when I move it will all just cycle again.

Nauticaboy  has been talking about Valuetown all the time. That’s interesting because I feel like I’m getting more “value” out of life. This is from a sheer time-existence point of view. There are days where not a single minute goes by that didn’t have a place. Everything has a spot to go into. It’s obvious that I’m going to take this as far as it goes.

My car is getting maintenance right now. It is going to cost me over 600 dollars to have a 3 year maintenance. That is a lot of money to me. But the cultivation helped me think with some foresight. I saw the letter come in the mail that said I needed to do the 30k maintenance or else 3 years…whichever comes first.

It has been a little less than 3 years so I’m like, “OK whatever dude.”

But a little foresight says that I’ve already had the letter in the back of my mind for the past 3 days. I know getting the maintenance will decrease my stress and keep my focus on work and productivity…but there’s the financial sting.

So here I am…at Starbucks. I’m not at home because I’m getting the maintenance done. I’d rather just do it and not have to think about it, than second guess myself later down the line while commuting between Pasadena and Newport Beach for work. I don’t need to double check to see if it’s the right call. I know it is. That’s what cultivation is doing at this stage in the cycle. Risks aren’t really the same as they used to be. There’s still variables, there’s still unknowns, but the constant is that I’ll have the energy to deal with the future.

Creatively, things are going well. There is a new story I’ve been working on that takes place in Iraq of 2003. It’s exciting but the characters are just about to enter a deep hole in the desert into an unknown area. This entering the unknown has been a barrier because there haven’t been a lot of unknowns from me to draw from. But moving to a new place which is a basement room is kind of like entering the subterranean depths…hopefully it comes across in the writing.

-Tyler

boxes in boxes

This cycle is turning into a monster one. It’s almost two and a half months into this one. I haven’t gotten sick or even had a cold in over two months. I can’t remember the last time I experienced any serious discomfort. Work is manageable and I’ve been hitting my work goals.

One of the strange benefits to the energy cultivation has been reading. I’ve been reading, “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” and also Euclid’s, “Elements Book I and II.” These books have been great and normally I would have a tough time with them. But Zarathustra has been casual reading on my phone.

The comprehension is phenomenal and my memory is without a doubt improving as a result of the cultivation.

The over-the-head back exercises used to be my bottleneck barometer for strength at the gym. I seemed to be capped at 125 lbs which was going in an out with 110 lbs in conjunction with each energy cycle. But the last few days, 125lbs has been the norm and it doesn’t feel like a barrier anymore. Maybe the tendons are getting stronger, I’m not really sure.

The stupid part about all this is that the deeper into the celibate cultivation, the easier it’s been talking to girls. Maybe it’s because I’m not worried about the physical side of things anymore.

I’m considering saving up some money and eventually going back to school in 5 years. But this time I want to get a hardcore science degree in Math. My International Relations degree is great and it’s gotten me some work. But now that I’m reading Euclid, I’m realizing that this geometry and math stuff is a ton of fun.

Who would have thought that there’d be jokes in the introduction of a geometry book? Some of them involving Epicurean ideas were hilarious.

The one thing I learned from going back to school and finishing my degree, was that walking into a class already prepared makes the whole process much more enjoyable. That’s why I don’t want to do the math degree for five years or so. I want to have all the books already partially assimilated so that I’m not running into the class blind.

I was talking with my Dad and I said that some people are gifted with a photographic memory, but everyone is built in with a holographic one.

When we look at the sidewalk and see the walkway get more narrow a block or so away…that is an illusion. It is an illusion of depth perception that our brains decode from sensory information in order to increase our chances for survival. When we walk a block further into the next area, we do not see the a more narrow piece of sidewalk. We see it in a normal size. The world is an illusion and our perception of the world is an illusion that helps to make sense of an illusion.

Honestly, I have little confidence that the world is the same after deep sleep.

I think that deep sleep is a form of teleportation/nexus-traveling between illusory worlds. When I say illusory worlds, I’m including myself in that as well. I think I am an illusion just as much as anyone or anything else is. That doesn’t mean that there can’t be fun and enjoyable relationships between friends and family. It just means that I’m comfortable with the idea. That’s all.

Anyways, back to sleeping. I’ve been able to identify two different types of sleep. There’s the kind of sleep where my mind gets to rest and my body somewhat rests. And there’s a type of sleep where something serious is going on. I had a dream the other night that I’m not going to talk about or write down in any journal. I think it may have been a pocket somewhere. A form of communication if you will. It didn’t seem like I was sleeping and having a dream. I was actually in a place, that even in the dream, I knew the place was totally unreal and could not exist. But even in knowing that, I did not exit the dream in any way. It actually got more interesting and strange at that point.

I have a feeling that dreams like that are when serious transportation between realities takes place. The interesting thing, is that I don’t know if my body is what is traveling…or if it is my consciousness/mind/soul. But that actually is a moot point because regardless of if it is the body or mind that travels, if the receptacle is the mind or the body, it will always appear that the body has traveled. That is because the body is what remains in front of the mirror after traveling.

Meditation to music has been excellent. It is like take a mini-wormhole by just sitting in my chair. I’ve been listening to Steve Hillage’s album called Rainbow Dome Musick. It is phenomenal. I picked it up at random when I was at Amoeba last time. It wasn’t completely random because I was on a budget and wanted a new Steve Hillage album. But I had never heard of it before, so it was at least impromptu.

I’ve found that losing consciousness during music is actually quite beneficial. It’s strange, because the Zen masters I’ve been reading seem to talk about drowsiness and say that in meditation one should not lose consciousness. But then I’ve read about other Zen masters who do a sort of lucid dreaming. I’m not sure how what I’m doing fits into any of this but I don’t really care either.

-Tyler

friday night vision

I can see in the dark…not because I’m an elf or nothing. It’s because I finally got my new computer. I had to save up for a long time. But it is here. And it has lights on it. Red lights. There is an off-switch that makes them turn off and on.

I’ve been able to transfer all my data to this new computer. It took a long time. Good thing I was using USB 3.0 external hard drive. It seriously would have taken a whole day if my comp + ex hd weren’t 3.0.

My dog is getting bored with me. She is having a lot of personality lately…dancing about and everything. At the park she knew I was talking about her to a friend and she started dancing upside-down on the grass. Sassy dog dancer.

I haven’t felt this good in a while. About 15 minutes ago, I ate approximately one half on an entire large watermelon in one sitting. (Actually it was a standing cuz I ate it over the sink) Now I feel super full.

Going to the gym lately has been so fun. It’s all about the assisted dips and the assisted pull ups lately. The thing I didn’t realize with the pull ups is that starting with wide grip then doing as many as I can and moving on to mid and V-close grip really makes a difference.

Finishing reading, “The Tao of Physics” was a seriously good feeling. Not because I was glad it was over…but because it felt like finishing a large and yet perfect meal. The kind that would leave excellent tasting leftovers, but you don’t risk it and eat it all.

The funny thing is that I have this friend that I had a feeling that he read it. And I said, “I bet you’ve already read this.” And he said he did a long time ago. So funny.

Night Vision. It’s so weird not having the looming minor dreads of daily life as much anymore. Tasks seem realistic and manageable. Talking to people is great. These are good times.

I just got a job. Not bad for being three weeks out of school. I’m the blog administrator and cheif writer for energyrebels.com/blog and it’s exciting. I get to research topics on energy and technology and the environment.

Now that I’m done with, “The Tao of Physics” I learned that I had some serious assumptions about how particles and waves work. Also there were misconceptions on subatomic particles as well. The whole bootstrapping concept was extremely enjoyable.

So, my next book is another Wadell one. It is beyond phenomenal so far. Just the preface alone got my feet tingling. Now I can see why Daniel Jackson go so intrigued with archaeology. Pieces just slide together, and other times they are too damaged to fit anywhere nicely. But by learning more, the other pieces can eventually form the correct spot. And sometimes the puzzle reveals itself to be a false puzzle entirely, and it intersects with other, more true puzzles. And they do this like several two dimensional planes connecting to each other in three dimensional space, only separated by a slight variance in angles.

It’s approaching midnight.

-Tyler

It feels like the opposite of jealousy, the opposite of coveting. It is the opposite of the feeling of being left behind.

When I lived in San Francisco, I remember a time when I was cultivating energy and was just blundering into it headfirst. As a person who prefers to understand things through experience, this felt like the only way at the time. There was a distinct conversation that I had with a close friend. I said something like, “The girls around here are getting too beautiful. I want to go away, somewhere secluded. I need time.”

I would see couples and have confused emotions. On one hand I would miss companionship. And on the other hand I had a distorted sense of self and attachment. The whole external-internal world resembled a Sloppy Joe sandwich instead of an orange. As barriers that once acted as pillars of support eroded away, I was faced with the notion of having to repair a cracked and unfinished foundation.

Over time, I’ve found that I was creating my timeline. The stress was coming from my own fear of time itself. Hours in the day, days in the week, years in a life. This type of time has little value and is for machines. When we do work, we are imitating machines. That is a good thing. But to set life goals to this type of time means that I was accepting a system that I didn’t even understand. This is similar to handing over an existence to a set of rules, just for the sake of not wanting the responsibility of actually owning the existence. Because if you don’t own your own existence, then somebody else does.

So when I see beautiful women now. I feel good for them. There’s some admiration and a little sizzle, but the coveting just seems ridiculous. This is even if they are wearing sweaters or something sexy. It doesn’t really matter.

The same works for couples. There is a feeling of almost relief and gladness. By people finding happiness and adding to the cycle of life, we all benefit. This is a good thing.

So where is the compassion? Well, first the compassion had small roots in the self. I had to feel good for my own small steps in life. Letting little victories seem like benchmarks toward a great goal set the framework for actual goals that I did not even originally envision. This was self compassion.

And in engaging in this form of compassion, I was and do feel good for others when they are feeling good. It is a way of amplifying and multiplying what is already there…What should be there, and what always be there.

-Tyler

Power Station

Things have been rolling along quite well. The last time I cultivated for this long, I ended up with a girlfriend. But this time the results are much better…I got a job! That’s what I’m talking about. The energy is all a part of the same thing, the same system. Being able to understand that there is no limit to the amount of energy in this world…just a limit of time. And the problem is that it takes a month or more to properly cultivate a good energy state. I feel like I’ve activated to the heart and throat chakras right now. But that is really just scratching the surface. There has been 3 NE’s so far during 006 and I have no problem with that. But one thing I’ve noticed for sure, is that exercising at the gym and singing is a completely different ball game. I think the gym is a mix of the first chakra all the way up to the heart chakra. Please note that I label the chakra numbers relativistically depending on the goal of the energy flow.

Since I am only 30 years old for one more day, it is important to reflect on life and see if I’ve actually learned anything of true value. One thing that I’ve learned is that cause and effect, sin, karma, and energy are all quite real. By taking notes and listening to my mentors and body itself, I’ve come to understand that backsliding is not a powerful bear that will forever stalk a man in his endeavors. Backsliding is exactly what it sounds like. It is a slippery mountain that has strong gusts of wind pass through it. At first, I was not strong enough or well equipped to even make an attempt to tramp the mountain possible. But now I’ve built some shoes with strong treads, listened to others about correct posture, and exercised the muscles in order to make that mountain seem at least traverse-able in the near future.

Have their been outflows during 006A, yes there has been. But none of them have been full outflows that would require me to reset the cycle to a 007. So for that I’m glad.

I’ve been able to read longer sessions of complicated books like. “The Tao of Physics.” Also other books on Ancient Sumerian history and language have been part of my reading regiment. Blogging has become more constant, and the content produced has been more substantial than brief updates and minor commentary.

The old zen koan of the overfilling cup of tea applies here. I’ve emptied the tea cup and overfilled it so many times than now I’m simply ready for a larger cup of tea.

Being Catholic, I’ve had to come with the equilibrium of what I’ve learned from Catholicism and what I’ve learned from Buddhist philosophy and also Hindu wisdom imparted by friends and gurus. Even though these different things seemed taboo to mix and strange, I’ve come to the conclusion that I am a seeker and always will be. So basically if anyone has a problem with anything I’ll just redirect them to this blog.

There was this AWESOME game called Sid Meyer’s Alpha Centauri. In that game there was a way to have citizens of a city become either a worker, or a disgruntled rebel or a doctor. But some citizens later in the game could actually become luminous people and send positive healing energy to the cities they are in. Unfortunately, I chose the leadership style of eternal suffering by using a “Punishment Sphere” which forced the entire population into permanent fear. This really did a great job of limiting crime and maximizing productivity, but no transcendent citizens were allowed to exist and evolve within such a draconian regime. So I couldn’t reap the benefits of those citizens.

I think it might be high time to replay the game and see what happens if those types of people are allowed to flourish. It could probably be interesting.

Now, cultivating for a little over a month in a cycle made of Swiss-cheese is no where near becoming a transcendent luminous person. But now I have another goal, since I was able to finish school. I know I want to do good work and that seems like it will be very doable. But continuing to cultivate, even though the initial objective has been met is very appealing.

So now the mountain looks a little different. There are plateaus and paths and some have been carved out by others and some need to be chiseled and blasted with dynamite. The whole process is making me re-evaluate the purpose of my existence and especially how I plan on carrying out this existence.

When I was in my late teens and early 20′s, I had this notion that the world was hurt or damaged in some way and it needed to be fixed. Then in my mid to late 20′s I felt powerless and weak to do anything and everything seemed daunting and overwhelming. The past two years have made me realize that the world is extremely complicated, but there are certain systems that we can count on and predict. Also, there are large groups and pockets of people as well as talented individuals that are in the same boat. So my purpose in life has changed to trying to do some big thing, to just picking small steps and focusing on them, and then actually completing the small step that I set out to do. This can be with the help of others or by myself entirely.

By taking a more relaxed, and energized approach to life, I’ve been able to accept help from family members, teachers, mentors, spiritual leaders, and friends. And the end result is that there is less guilt in my life. And that’s pretty good.

There’s less of that feeling of, “I’m on borrowed time.” It hasn’t completely gone away, but it is manageable. And that tiny peace of mind has been worth…well, I can’t even imagine a numerical or physical value for it. So, let’s just say that I’m not interested in giving it up anytime soon.

-Tyler

Hot Dog Regret

I’m not going to disclose the hot dog manufacturer who produced these monstrosities. This is because overidon.com is not a website about negativity. But this story must be told. Today I was on my way to the gym and my mom got home from Yoga. I told her I was going to leave and she begged me to cook her some hot dogs. Since, I was on my way to the gym and hadn’t had lunch yet, I decided that I would eat a couple hot dogs myself as well. I started up the grill and opened the package. “OH COOL! 2X sized hot dogs, these are going to taste great. And they are supposed to be extra high quality. Maybe these will actually have some meat from a mammal in them!” I put the jumbo hot dogs on the grill. The large plastic package could only hold four of the hot dogs and I didn’t want to put a lone hot dog in the freezer because I knew I’d eat two of them and my mom would have at least one.

After thoroughly cooking the hot dogs I summoned my mom and told her that the dogs were ready to be eaten. We both ate a dog and then I went to eat a second hot dog. Everything was fine at first but then I realized that I wasn’t feeling too good. What was the problem? I’m a 31 year old man who works out every other day and has a very fast metabolism. I’ve been eating hamburgers and other food in large quantities in order to keep up with my internal stomo-furnace and I thought hot dogs might add some extra nitrogen to the flame. Nitro makes cars go fast so why not me?

Well, after a few minutes from the 2nd jumbo dog, I started feeling really bad. Not bad enough that I thought I was going to get sick, but I felt that I needed to go to the gym IMMEDIATELY and try and get this stuff either integrated into my body or sweated out pronto. Then my mom asked me if I would go on a run to the pharmacy to pick up some heartburn medicine. This afternoon was heading downhill…fast.

I then took the hot dog plastic packaging from the trash and looked at the nutritional information. It said that the suggested serving size was ONE hot dog only. And I ate two. I was worried. Then I read the fine print. It said that each single jumbo hot dog was 44% of the day’s suggested sodium content! This meant that in literally 15 minutes I ate 88% of my total sodium intake. No wonder I felt horrible. I knew hot dogs were salty critters but nearly half of one’s sodium intake in a single dog, not counting the bun?

When I was on my way to the gym, I usually grad a cup of tea from Starbucks and chat with the baristas for a couple minutes. This way I can walk to the gym and have something warm to drink on the way there. I was talking about the salt content of the hot dogs with the barristas and I said I felt like I was having a salt overload. And he said that I was going to turn into a pillar of salt with all the sodium decadence. If Gomorrah was hot dog land then I’m in big trouble.

At the gym, I began my workout on the StairMaster. In just 10 minutes of level 7 step workout I seriously was 80% more drenched in sweat than normal. I could have opened my own Gatorade store with all the electrolytes my pores were excreting. I was afraid to do my normal heavy sit-up regiment because I didn’t want to barf.

When I was discussing the situation with the girl at the reception desk at the gym, I told her that I was going to tell my mom, “We are not doing this again.” It was as if I was giving myself my own hot dog intervention. This is serious.

-Tyler

“The best things in life are free.”

Ice cream is not free.

Ice cream is expensive.

I searched, “sumerian” in the search box on this very website and I found a few articles on that subject, including an article I wrote on an Electronic Text repository of such translations. I followed a link and found a very enjoyable piece that was about 5 or so pages on wisdom passed down from a Sumerian father to son. It was insightful and beyond excellent.

-Tyler

-Tyler

Priest was good. I guess I need to stop worrying about the leading chain to the sequel thing. I shouldn’t take that so personally. I seem to regurgitate the same conversation about how films are setting up for the sequels. But in reality I don’t worry about it very much. It is just a default conversation.

What do I look for in these films? Why do I watch them?

I’d have to say entertainment is the biggest part. And secondly I’d like to see a different perspective on reality that is expressed through a mainstream medium that requires a tremendous amount of oversight to pass to the public eye. These kinds of finished products are no simple matter and one can never know what perspectives will penetrate from a simple script to the silver screen.

I’ve finally started working on some new music. The loss of Overidon Frame has halted video production and animation but it hasn’t stopped musical production…at least not until now.This suggestion to write some new music came from a friend. I have no idea how long it will take to complete this song but I do know that I’m not following the same rules as I have before.

I remember this one Fruity Loops song that came with an old version. One was called, “Chimera” and another one was, “Carrier” that one was by Toby Emerson. I don’t know who made Chimera. But both songs are excellent.

-Tyler