"I was lying there, trying to get the doors open but couldn't. I remember the inside light not working and thinking, 'It's not like I'm going to read a book,' so I opened another can."
Paul Nigel Sneddon of New Zealand explains why police found him drinking a beer when they pulled him out of his overturned car. Sneddon, who had gone on a four-day binge after losing his job and learning that his father had cancer, says that he can't stop drinking because, "When you're lonely like I am, you cling to the things that bring you comfort."

Pefect Pretzel Logic.

                                         Florien Maier-Aichen

                                             RIP Mr. Hopper

Los Angeles – (May 26, 2010) Camelot Entertainment Group, Inc. (OTCBB: CMGR) (”Camelot”) announced today that DarKnightPicture’s (“DKP”) release of Freak Show Entertainment’s Nude Nuns with Big Guns won over international audiences at the Marchedu Film in Cannes, France, which took place from May 12-21, 2010.  With interest soaring, Vice President of Sales Jeffrey Giles closed deals to release the film in Australia, Germany, Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, and Iceland.  Deals are still being negotiated for United States, France, UK, Japan, Eastern Europe, and CIS.

Alone in my sister's apartment. It is lower down than my room, it is also on a side street, hence the neighbours' loud talking below, in front of their doors. Whistling too. Otherwise complete solitude. No longed-for wife to open the door. In one month I was to have been married. The saying hurts: you've made your bed, now lie in it. You find yourself painfully pushed against the wall, apprehensively lower your eyes to see whose hand it is that pushes you, and, with a new pain in which the old is forgotten, recognize your own contorted hand holding you with a strength it never had for good work. You raise your head, again feel the first pain, again lower your gaze; this up-and-down motion of your head goes on without pause.

           If you do it just so they can never tell the difference.

If you pretend to be Hallaj

And with that fake burning

Set fire to your friends,

Don’t think that you are a lover.

You’re crazy and numb,

You’re drinking our blood,

And you have no experience of the nearness.- Rumi

MOTEL TRAILER from Jerry Brewington on Vimeo.

A pervy researcher is exploring the nature of time and space with Q-tips and the local janitor in a Chinatown Motel. A "real estate agent", on her way to meet a "Hasidic salesman," upsets  their tests with profound results.

Many folks probably saw this coming but it's still sad none the less. I was reminded of the entropy that snares us all the other night during the academy's tribute to John Huston. Judd Nelson, Molly Ringwold, et. al looked a bit worse for wear.

The years tend to do that not to mention the booze and drugs. RIP Corey

MOTEL is on Facebook!

We finally polished up our short narrative film Motel. Needless to say it has been a blast and the amount I have learned, you could fill up a crater (umm, well not so big of a crater:) We don't have the film on-line (trailer up soon) as we are going to try our hand at a few festivals, but do go by and see the website and check out the wonderful cast and crew.

You can also find us on Our Facebook Page  and IMDB Page. Keep an eye out, aye aye Captain for updates, etc.

CONTACT: qtipoftime@motelmovie.info

written and directed by jw brewington

produced by Eric Frentzel and jwbrewington

Director of Photography Kristina Shulte-Eversum

Editing and Sound Design by Bill Coy

Featuring

Aisha Benton  Jason Rennebu Travis Lee Suit   Eric Frentzel

All of which may be the reason the phrase ‘fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow’ is as strange to me as cuneiform. The drifting ritual, and the early training (which is why the light in the hall is on, and the door open, wider) of listening for catastrophe in the night, means that I have always taken an age to get to sleep. Sometimes this tips over into insomnia. Not a chance of drifting. Just the mind growing increasingly frantic with thoughts lining up round the block to get their moment in the sun of night-time fretfulness. This is more like my Methedrine phase. I enjoyed hyperconsciousness then (until, as with the ether, the thoughts turned bad). These days I’m much more on the side of oblivion. It goes in phases, and if I had a scientific interest in it, I’d be fascinated by the transformation of the world in the early hours to the place of uncertainty and woe that it actually is. The veil of coping shreds as the hours go by and all the disasters and horrid failures that can undoubtedly occur, and indeed are crowded, stage left, simply waiting for their moment, make themselves known to you. People have always asked which is the reality, sleep or wakefulness, but no one ever dares suggest that the horrors of half-past three in the morning are indeed as likely to happen as not, and are at least as possible as they are impossible- Bookslut.

James Cameron said that  computer generated images will allow 80 year old actors to play the action parts of their youth.

Sigh...

Copies don’t count anymore; copies of isolated books, bound between inert covers, soon won’t mean much. Copies of their texts, however, will gain meaning as they multiply by the millions and are flung around the world, indexed, and copied again.  What counts are the ways in which these common copies of creative work can be linked, manipulated, tagged, highlighted, bookmarked, translated, enlivened by other media, and sewn together in the universal library. The only way for books to retain their waning authority in our culture is to write texts into this library… In the clash between the conventions of the book and the protocols of the screen, the screen will prevail.

Mr. Shields talking about his "book' Reality Hunger: A Manifesto. at The Millions.