It is just an odd little daily thing; I don’t even really want to call it a comic. Just go look, and I’ll keep posting them. Yep.

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It’s about love and friendship.

My opinion on this film changes regularly. The other day, though, was the first time I was ever able to watch it without judgment. I finished watching it, and I realized that my inner-critic wasn’t going off every few seconds about how I could have done this or that better. That critic has returned, however, and I’m not certain if it not being present for that one watch-through is a good thing or bad.

There are elements that I love in this, though, so it has made it to the internet, at long last.

Quartet from Kurt Boucher on Vimeo.

There are a few creative projects in the works. One of them became a bit of a monster, and I had to chase it off. I’ve been playing with different media, again, and I’m considering re-tearing this site down, since this latest incarnation was not quite what I wished it to be. Though it is rather annoying to hard-code each html entry, I certainly enjoyed the results of that with my previous efforts, both here and on the old “Extrovert” online journal.

Honestly, though, it seems to me that it simply is not very interesting to talk about oneself. Certainly, I disagreed back in ‘98, when I started posting an online journal, but as the Internet has grown, and one must have concerns about hurting this feeling or that or offending, well, anyone, I’ve found it less entertaining to talk about my own life out here for the whole world to examine.

Not that that seems to be a present worry. I only hear from spammers re: this space. Hope they like the new post.

It does come down to this: The Internet is full of plenty of screaming wankers, and I’m trying to limit my wanking.

You’re quite welcome.

This was my first real attempt at making a film, by the way. While there remains some roughness around the edges, Ruby always has made me smile.

A Ruby in the Rough, part one

and part two:

Just then they came in sight of thirty or forty windmills that rise from that plain. And no sooner did Don Quixote see them that he said to his squire, “Fortune is guiding our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them. With their spoils we shall begin to be rich for this is a righteous war and the removal of so foul a brood from off the face of the earth is a service God will bless.”

“What giants?” asked Sancho Panza.

“Those you see over there,” replied his master, “with their long arms. Some of them have arms well nigh two leagues in length.”

“Take care, sir,” cried Sancho. “Those over there are not giants but windmills. Those things that seem to be their arms are sails which, when they are whirled around by the wind, turn the millstone.”

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