From about 20 minutes playing with this, I could see myself "living" here more than I do Twitter, using that service much more for strictly self-promotional broadcasts and momentary jumping-into of conversations.
I adore the lack of word/character count here. It allows one post to encompass more. Less than or as much as "a blog" and less noisy (for now) than "a tumblr".
My Cuban filmmaker friend Alejandro (Juan of the Dead) has been living in Los Angeles for a bit. This would worry me, but he's using the freedom from La Isla to absorb things like Vertigo comics from the 90's that I was obsessed with as well.
I saw him and other-friend Nacho Vigalondo (Timecrimes, Open Windows) at the just-concluded Fantastic Fest this week in Austin. I didn't really attend, so much as lurk, and watch one thing with Nacho (the far-superior to the first ABCs of Death 2). I managed to see everyone I'd hoped to, as well as hatch a few plans, and all without drinking myself into a stupor. Felt good, at a festival where I used to wreck myself silly.
While killing time, I sang a Freddie Mercury song in a karaoke room with Alejandro and his wife. I thought I'd lost the vocal range for it, but I guess going a long, long time since performing a lot restores abilities.
I recorded about 11-12 minutes of chat with Alejandro and Nacho that I'm editing into the most format-divergent episode of Electric Shadow yet. I expect it to run about 20 minutes total.
The most striking thing that I experienced in my time orbiting the festival was just how badly audience Q&A's have devolved over the last ten years. I saw a grown man ask Elijah Wood about "how big a boner" (exact word choice) he got working opposite Sasha Grey.
What the fuck is wrong with people?
We'll see how long it is until I hate it here.
