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EXT. DAWN.
THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAY IS STREAKING OVER THE HORIZON. THERE'S SMOKE RISING FROM, WELL, EVERYWHERE.
ECU SD'S PROFILE.
HIS EYES OPEN.
MS AS HE SITS UP.
HE'S ON THE HOOD OF THE BUGGY. HE'S A MESS. DIRT ALL OVER HIS CLOTHES. HIS FACE ONLY SLIGHTLY CLEANER, LOOKING LIKE HE ONLY HAD ENOUGH WATER TO SPLASH HIS FACE ONCE, AND NOTHING TO DRY IT OFF.
HE LOOKS AROUND TO REGAIN HIS BEARINGS.
WS AND CAMERA TRACKS UP. SD IS A FEW BLOCKS AWAY ON THE ROOF OF A PARKING LOT OVERLOOKING THE CARNAGE FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE. THE SYNDICATE BUILDING IN COMPLETE RUIN, STILL SMOLDERING FROM HIS AND DKD'S HANDYWORK.
SD
That was one hell of a party...
HE WASN'T SPEAKING TO ANYONE, SO HE WAS A BIT SURPRISED WHEN A FAMILIAR VOICE RESPONDS. VOICE
Yeah, it was.
SD TURNS AROUND AND DRAWS HIS GUN. DESPITE THE MESS SD'S IN, THE GUN IS IMPECCABLY CLEAN. ECU OF THE MUZZLE OF THE GUN. FOCUS ON SD'S FACE. RAGE IN HIS EYES. WS. OVERHEAD. SD IS STANDING 20 FEET FROM THE VOICE. THE WOMAN. HER HAIR OBSCURES HER FACE. SHE'S WEARING ALL BLACK. SD CLEARLY KNOWS WHO IT IS, AND HE'S NOT FUCKING AROUND. WOMAN
I'm sorry.
SD
So am I.
WOMAN
I had a job to do. But...
SD
Lemme guess, your feelings were "real"?
WOMAN
I'm sure there's nothing that I can say that will convince you. But....
SD
But?
WOMAN
You might want to pick that up, its important.
ECU OF SD'S FACE. HIS EYES OPEN, HE SITS UP. HIS PHONE IS RINGING. HE'S ON THE HOOD OF THE BUGGY. THE SUN STARTING TO PEAK OVER THE HORIZON. HIS PHONE STOPS RINGING. HE LOOKS AROUND, JUST TO MAKE SURE SHE'S NOT REALLY THERE. HIS HEAD DROPS, A SMILE ON HIS FACE. HE SEEMS AMUSED, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW. HIS PHONE RINGS AGAIN. HE ANSWERS, ALREADY KNOWING WHO IT IS. SD
Sup dude?
DKD
You still near the building?
SD
Yeah.
DKD
Get the fuck out.
CU OF SD. HE LETS OUT A LIGHT SIGH. NOW HE'S JUST ANNOYED. SD
Fuck dude, I thought we were done?
DKD
Yeah, thought so too.
SD
Hey, where's 'Tonette? Bitch still has my ride.
DKD
I'm with her. Go find someplace to go. We'll come get you.
SD
Aight...
SD HANGS UP THE PHONE AND TAKES ANOTHER RESIGNED SIGH. HE WALKS OVER TO THE BUGGY AND TAKES ONE MORE LOOK AT THE MESS THEY MADE. SEVERAL PLANES FLY OVERHEAD. THEY START CIRCLING THE AREA. ONE OF THEM STOPS AND TURNS DIRECTLY TOWARDS SD. SD
Fuckin aye...HE HOPS INTO THE BUGGY AND TAKES OFF. WS OF THE BUGGY DRIVING DOWN EACH FLOOR OF THE PARKING LOT. ALL THE PLANES ARE NOW CIRCLING THE BUILDING, HOVERING IN STRATEGIC POSITIONS. MS OF THE PARKING LOT EXIT. A PLANE HOVERS DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF IT. LOW SHOT JUST BELOW AND BEHIND THE SHIP, THE EXIT GATE IN THE BACKGROUND. THEN A CRASH AND A SHOWER OF CONCRETE. PULL OUT AS THE BUGGY COMES FLYING OUT OF THE FLOOR ABOVE THE EXIT. IT LANDS DIRECTLY ON TOP OF THE PLANE, FORCING IT DOWN INTO THE GROUND. THE BUGGY DOESN'T STOP. IT HITS THE GROUND AND TAKES OFF LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL. WS OF THE OPEN STREET, STILL BARELY LIT BY THE MORNING SUN. ITS ONLY OCCUPANT IS A BUGGY SCREAMING DOWN THE STREET, FOLLOWED BY A SMALL FLEET OF PLANES. CUT TO BLACK. Tags: paranoia blues
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I dreamt about her. Twice. Nothing perverted. They were actually really nice. I feel like I should call, but my conscious thought reminds me that there isn't really any point. Rational thoughts versus the subconscious. Could be a battle of epic proportions. Or not. As of late life has been, well, pretty great. I just got back from an amazing vacation with the family. Work is work, albeit absent at the moment, but that's a minor setback that usually rectifies itself in short order. Things with my friends are excellent. And aside from the tumultuous battle with the near-constantly open buffets, top quality foods, and copious amounts of alcohol consumption during said vacation, I feel like I'm in good health. Then there's "her". You may ask, who is this "her". "Her" is an apparition. A non-entity that hovers over my life now and again. Most people would call her the embodiment of my loneliness. Could be. I haven't really thought about it as much as one might think, considering my type of character. Though, I can't lie, there were moments as I sat in my room on our cruise partially wishing I could share the moment with someone special, thinking about the last time I was in a similar situation. Back then, I was with a woman I loved and adored, though the hints of our impending doom were already prevalent in my mind, the euphoric feeling of being loved and being with someone satiated any negativity that could have ruined the moment. I wasn't lonely. These days, I don't have time to feel lonely. I work a ridiculous number of hours, fortunately, doing something I love, and in those other hours, I spend with friends and family. Its the quiet moments that bring about the dystopian imagery. Fortunately, the quiet moments are few, and very far between. Life is loud. But then the dreams came. Completely out of the blue, and completely beyond my control. In the world of the subconscious, there is no place for rationality. And it annoyed me. But what I felt in the dreams brought me that euphoria that I could easily recognize. Perhaps that's the point. These feelings aren't really about any one person in particular. Its about the feelings themselves. My mind's way of reminding me that there is something more worth striving for. I'm not lonely. I'm just... missing a feeling that stepped out for a bit. When it comes back, it'll bring something special with it. Tags: dreams, emotions, life
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So, its been about 9 weeks since marathon training began. By the way, did I mention I've been training for a marathon? Crap, go figure, that I neglect mentioning the marathon on LJ. Well, yeah, I've been training for the San Diego Rock N Roll Marathon. It's the same one that Byong and them ran last year. I joined up with TNT (Team In Training), along with Marv and the guys, to get the proper training. 9 weeks in and I've already run 13 miles. Not to mention all the ridiculous amount of miles I run between. I never thought of myself as a runner, but now, I actually like it. So, coupled with the marathon training, I've gotten into working out in general. Much thanks to Kuya Neil for turning me on to the Universal Strength Apparatus. This bad boy has been a wonder of a workout. Lets add the Perfect Pushup: And then the Iron Gym: I've been doing various ab workouts everyday. Everything from crunches, situps, leg ups, Russian twists, planks, etc. So far I've been doing 30 minutes every morning, using different muscles each day. And with my marathon training, I'm hoping to at least be able to walk around with no shirt during our cruise in June. I wish I started sooner, I'd say that I've been doing this religiously for a month, or, just under a month, but I wish I started this dedicated back in January. Anywho, I'm on it now, so, better then nothing. When I'm at a good point I'll post up some before and afters. It'll be scary, but hey, I like to document even the scary things in my life! Tags: exercise, iron gym, marathon, perfect pushup, tnt, usa, working out
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When DKD stopped LJing and went to Twitter, I was bummed. No more good reads with amazing regularity. I thought Twitter was pretty silly. Then my life changed, and I found myself online a lot again. And I went back to Twitter. Now, I'm pretty much a tweet fiend. I update several times a day. I dare say, I'm addicted. And now Facebook just revamped their Home page, and its totally twitter-fied. Anyway, if anyone is wondering, I'm on Twitter. But LJ is still home to the long winded musings of a sometimes bored, always excited vfx artist. So what's been going on? A lot actually. Work's been steady for me. I'm still the go-to guy for most things but we have an amazingly talented team now. I'm pretty psyched. I have to expound, once again, the virtues of my specialty. As a rigger, producers can't even pretend to know what's going on. It's given me some leeway, making my days a bit more relaxed. Marathon training has been amazing. I've already hit 8 mile, and never in my life did I even think I could do that. This Sunday will be a 10 mile run. Next week is 8, week after that is 12, then 15. Big even for next week: BSG's finale. And then the Pub Crawl. We're kinda scared of what's gonna happen at the Pub Crawl. We've got 106 confirmed guests, and there's a distinct chance that the fire marshal's gonna be called in. Should be fun though! Good times! Tags: life, marathon, pub crawl, work
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