Going Indie With What The Interwebs Has To Offer

There’s something quite scary and satisfying when you decide to go out on your own and do things your own way. I may have outgrown working in a controlled environment, and when I say controlled environment, it’s the corporate setting – that has a semblance of professional functionality, but the people there are somewhat oblivious of the fact that artists tend to require a different sort of working environment, and not to forget, no never forget, that when artists become professional, it’s really something to behold. You could bash me for wearing sloppy clothes, scraggly facial hair, but you cannot fault me on my work ethics, another thing these young people tend to overlook.

And so, yeah, this time around going full freelance has me visiting my social media accounts, an acquired skill when I did creatives for a mobile app compnay a decade before. It seems I have been taking these things for granted. And yet, I have been revcising my portfolio online.

Wix Site

Because, honestly, when I created this portfolio on Wix , I was just having fun, building my own website, free of course, by not using any theme or template available. True enough, I learn fast. And building my own has taught me about SEOs and layouts and content generation. This blog with WordPress is actually the first blog I started right after I tried with another blogsite. or maybe a couple obscure blogging sites before. No I am not forgetting that Blogspot and Blogger has been around even before Google acquired it, but there are things you set for one particular use.

Now ahy am I blabbing away about these?

Simple.

I’ve gone ronin. Free agent. Freelance.

Indie.

And now is the time to visit all the stuff I have online and use it to build my own virtual office that could help me feed my family. Just look at what my friends has opened for me: illustrating for adult coloring books . And this has been fun, so far. I mean even with Google+ the fun of extending your friends and acquaintances beyond Facebook. which I admit has gone to some sort of cheap thrill.

Coloring-Book-Illustrations-1

All I need is a space to work with my creations and just draw till my hands ache. And use my online presence to boost these creations and have my skills avalibale for those who would like to use avail of my services.

This maybe the proper time to shout out gratitudes to

WordPress Wix Blogger/Blogspot Twitter Paper.li Google Google news Digg Retronaut io9

and these are just some of my ragular haunts.

And I better start making my blog posts a regular thing again.

Just Who The Hell Do I Think I Am?

I have always question my own selfish interests, now, more so, in the waking hours . Not that I am going insane or anything. Wait. I am insane, so no chance of getting any insane-er.  It’s more like a personal debate I have with myself every time things get too hairy or to close for comfort.

But since a friend dropped by and we enjoyed that half a bottle of brandy I was saving to spike my coffee with, it was worth it. Jof came by and asked to stay awhile , so we talked and we discussed those stuff that always seem to lead to out own misgivings, mistakes and triumphs at work. Jof, by the way is a wizard with design and layout with architectural flavor, and I kinda like that from the guy, since I can’t even do a decent 3D image with Google SketchUp.

But it was a short stay, and he has to leave, but not before we tasted a jigger of that fine Barley Shochu a new Japanese friend gave me ( domo arigato, Riki-san). But we had to leave it for later. And here I am, still waiting for some images on the email for my web design assignment.

So, while I wait for my housemate Jackson, and with the little bit of sobriety left in me tonight, I opened this blog and started writing stuff.

You know. . .

Stuff.

And masks.

Masks we all wear.

I have worn so many masks in my life. Hence that stinging title I place at the start of this blog post:

“Just Who The Hell Do I Think I Am?”

And it never fails to bring be back to reality.  Well, reality is much more cruel than any fantasy or science fiction I have read or heard. And there’s always a mask for that. Like an app. Everything seems to be an app these days. All for the sake of convenience.

So masks it is.

GuyFawkes

The most popular mask nowadays, but this one signify defiance.

We wear different kinds.

There was an uprising, a demonstration, an event that happened worldwide. With masks, to defy those people in power who wear masks. So what better way as a counterpoint to all that’s happening, but with another mask? Frankly, it’s humorous and frightening. It frightens me when time comes I can’t restrain myself anymore and go to the streets to sound off my own grievances. We are society and this is our fault. And we are also the society that should change things.

But how?

Even now, my Tweetdeck is buzzing and endlessly rolls feeds of tweets and RT‘s of things #MillionMaskMarch and yet did the media cover it extensively as they would cover an old musician’s sex life?

No.

Did my network have a substantial coverage of the event that happened here and elsewhere?

A little.

They said there were only a handful of people out there in Batasan.

And yet, it was happenning.

Like the elephant in the room that nobody sees. Or the pubic hair in the punch bowl that everyone ignores, so as not to make a commotion.

But what the heck right? Who do I think I am? have I the right to complain about such things? Even at my workplace there are masks present. Mask we use to buffer ourselves from some wannabe-power-hungry-authority-grabber personality. Since when did connection weigh much over skill? Since when did name dropping ever get anywhere in this life?

I guess we are doomed then. Here we are complaining and getting all riled up about PDAF and politicians, and yet the workplace alone is a boiling room of politics!

But, fuck that, I’m too laid back now and too cool to rant about such things.

I’ll just enjoy this mask of content until the alcohol wears off. Or maybe if those emails contains the images I’m waiting for.

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Movie pOster

Patayin sa Shokot si Remington

This is something that took me off guard, and a wild movie experience. Not that I saw this in a theater, but nowadays I seldom do line up and buy tickets, because, frankly, the whole movie experience has been a struggle with noisy, impatient audience, idifferent projectionists (or digital operators since real projectionists are rare nowadays), and a whole lot of hype. I may have to watch this one again, because like a book, the first screening is for the bulk of it, the second reading  is for the attention to detail, and the rest is just plain fun.

Ok, enough of that. I was looking for a movie to watch on YouTube. Since Google acquired the service, it has grown to be quite good, even better, but they should take down those awful comments, but that is another thing entirely.

First off – this is an Indie. I could tell from the non-commercial feel starting with the opening scenes. And that is not a bad thing really, because it has the gritty and blurry-film, not the too-crisp handheld cam TV soap operas and most movies have lately. The movie has that old-school feel to it.  The red scarf nearly got me choking on Potato Fries, I was chuckling so hard, bits came out of my nose. I was having fun and that was just 12 minutes into the movie.  The lines are good, smalltown flavor. Righ off I could smell Longganisang Lucban, and the whole time I was pinned (well, almost, I was having coffee, munching on fries and folding some clothes,from my morning laundry) and that makes it more fun.

A crow just slammed into the mayor’s window. Ha ha!  Mimi (Miles Kanapi) does some real good guffaw-inspiring quick liners. Woo-hoo! Fe (Janice De Belen) in her straight-man routine is stoic-funny. Hannah (Lauren Young) is an exact image of what we boys visualize Lucbanen Girls when we were young – beautiful, strong-willed, and unattainable. Mrs.Montano (Eugene Domingo) as always, gets her askew character down pat. The all too familiar Lucban setting contributed to that close-to-home feeling and the bizarre side of an otherwise sleepy town, but visit this place during Pahiyas and it’s another story entirely.

Remington

Remington

There was a clear buildup. And then there were the series of unfortunate events. I don’t even want to question why the absurdity of the transformation of Remington. It’s their story and I’m just a listener being regaled by the events. Hilarious! When the dead began to rise, I was sure what was going to happen and that pose – snapshot! – scene really brought me down, and I was laughing out of my wits! In a way, it’s something that could come out of a Stephen King book.

I thank Raymond Lee and Jade Castro for adding some translations to the movie. it sure is helpful to know what the current lingo is. And I enjoyed this movie., because it has the courage to poke fun at ourselves, the homophobia, the misconceptions, the fabulousness all went into this bundle. In a way, they have shown the ills, the fear of the heterosexuals, the hidden agendas behind beauty pageants, our own bigotry and sexism. That seance with Roderick Paulate had me laughing so hard I had to redo my folding. All fun, bits and pieces, the smalltown accents, Leandro Baldemor’s death, and the geek who invented the gaydar. Come on, if these things are not humorous, then, I don’t know what is.

And there was a narration right down to the credits, because it stated a fact that is true, we only learned to diss homosexuals after the Spaniards, those defenders of machoness, came into out land. Babaylans are regarded as the Spirit Bridge, with their beings having both foot in the spirit world and our own.

How’s that for a fun movie?

Go see it, if you haven’t already.

For the full list of the cast and crew, you might want to check out HERE

Image Credits:

http://geisermaclang.com/2011/08/23/rampa%C2%A0with-the-zombadings-and-survive-the-zomba-invasion/

http://www.pinoygigs.com/blog/tag/zombadings/