This means it’s official, right?

And there you have it. Official Motivational Growth poster #1. There’re likely going to be more, of course – but this one will be premiering, along with Motivational Growth, at this year’s 38th Annual Boston Sci-Fi Fest.

For more info about Motivational Growth, head on over to the official site!

Or check out the ripping awesome official trailer:

You love it, right? I love it.

As it has been, I have not been posting much here. This has not been for lack of desire, but lack of time.

We have spun a rich weave of fiction for you with Motivational Growth. One that is sure to impress.

As a token, I present to you this teaser. It is to whet your appetite. A full trailer will soon follow. After that, who knows. Maybe you’ll get a feature for your face.

That’s right. You read that right. You win at reading comprehension. Give yourself 1 point. Reel one is locked. It goes to sound and VFX and GFX and off to the composers next week – to be followed shortly by reel two.

Though my previous estimates were crude and slow, no better than those of a young child, having a reel locked and off to the wizardry is quite encouraging.

Ian Watches reel one, loves reel one.

Read On

We are about 3 days from a complete technology move. Holy shit has this been a struggle. By the end of next week everything should be all wrapped up and tidy. The entire client base will be humming on my new engine/database and the importers will be handing out data like they were condoms at a planned-parenthood clinic. Or like they were quickdraws at a gunfight. Or like they were flush bladders at an American Standard factory…

It is way late and I am somewhere between here and completely fucking useless, so don’t expect much from the vault of colorful metaphor. Shit, see I just did it. The preceding should have read ‘the vault of colorful simile’, as there were, like, ‘like’ or ‘as’, as you know – you know?

I have begun the master screen copy for Motivational Growth. It is a dark little comedy about a boy and his blob. I think I’ll post a bit more about it as it progresses. For certain I will alert you, my faithful few, of the launch of the MG site, when it launches. If you’d like a synopsis or script samples let me know – they’re pretty good for a giggle, I’m told, and I am more than willing to take one in the yarbles in the name of constructive criticism.

As well I have 2 secret web projects underway. One is a site that will be launching very soon and the other is a site that has already launched but must be found to be enjoyed. The latter is part of the marketing/press package for Hollow Ground (another film in pre-production) and is pretty spooky, as no one will find out that it is actually part of a larger piece of art until it is way too late. I am told that some of my ideas might get me in a bit of a snag when it comes to the milicents at me doorsies with a knock knock knock. To those that have done the telling I say this: Freedom of expression will prevail, and if I am arrested for whatever you think I’ll be arrested for in what is going on that site I promise it will help the cause.

Besides, the last time I got in trouble with the two-tones it was because I looked like someone they were looking for. I am not exactly a master criminal or anything.

I did, however, recently steal 5 soldering iron tips from the local Hack Shack, but I consider my actions a justified protest. I was standing at the counter as the Shack drones milled about talking about nothing and completely ignoring me with 6 $1.99 soldering iron tips and a few capacitors. After about 10 minutes of waiting I decided that every 5 minute block to pass would find an item slipped from my hand into my pocket. I was not afraid to start taking shit off of the walls if it got to that. The things one must do to get ones money taken these days.

I suppose I could’ve spoken up, but how would I justify my petty theft then?

I began this entry with the idea that something profound would come spilling out. It turns out that the spilling has been, entirely, and only, just, my brain – and there is nothing even slightly profound about that. I am pretty sure my brain looks, smells and tastes just like Ray Liotta’s – just like yours.