Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Lloyd Locker
It's been almost a whole year since I posted. It's a new era. Many video games have and will be played. Many Nic Cage pictures have been giggled at. And really, isn't that what's life is all about? Photoshopping Nic Cage onto random real celebrities?
So yeah, Christi is trying to find me a writing partner. Worst/best reality show ever.
Hey, yeah. Twitter is where it's at. http://twitter.com/lloydmoore
I really should bother with trying to find the right writing partner....
My mouth tasted like cigars, wine, and vodka this morning. I think I earned 200 man points this morning.
Maybe something of substance will surface soon. Maybe not.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Open Letter to the Youth of our Nation
Awake from your slumber of indolence and harken the call of the future!
Do you realize that you are rapidly becoming a doomed generation? Do you realize that the fate of the world and of generations to come rests on your shoulders? Do you realize that at any time you may be called on to protect your country and the freedom of the world from the creeping scourge of Terrorism? How can you possibly laugh in the face of the disasters which face us from all sides? Oh ignorant youth, the world is not a joyous place. The time has come for you to dispense with the frivolous pleasures of childhood and get down to honest toil until you are sixty-five. Then and only then can you relax and collect your social security and live happily until the time of your death.
Also, your insolent attitude disturbs me greatly. You have the nerve to say that you have never known what it is like to live in a secure and peaceful world; you say that the present generation has balled things up to the extent that we now face a war so terrible that the very thought of it makes hardened veterans shudder; you say that it is impossible to lay any plans for the future until you are sure you have a future. I say Nonsense! None of these things matter. If you expect a future you must carve it out in the face of these things. You also say that you must wait until after you have served your time with the service to settle down. Ridiculous! It is a man's duty to pull up stakes and serve his country at any time, then settle down again.
I say there is no excuse for a feeling of insecurity on you part; there is no excuse for Juvenile Delinquency; there is no excuse for your attitude except that you are rotten and lazy! I was never like that! I worked hard; I saved; I didn't run around and stay out late at night; I carved out my own future through hard work and virtuous living, and look at me now; a respectable and successful man.
I warn you, if you don't start now it will be too late, and the blame for the end of the world will be laid at your feet. Heed my warning, oh depraved and profligate youth; I say awake, awake, awake!
Fearfully and disgustedly yours,
John J. Righteous-Hypocrite
Do you realize that you are rapidly becoming a doomed generation? Do you realize that the fate of the world and of generations to come rests on your shoulders? Do you realize that at any time you may be called on to protect your country and the freedom of the world from the creeping scourge of Terrorism? How can you possibly laugh in the face of the disasters which face us from all sides? Oh ignorant youth, the world is not a joyous place. The time has come for you to dispense with the frivolous pleasures of childhood and get down to honest toil until you are sixty-five. Then and only then can you relax and collect your social security and live happily until the time of your death.
Also, your insolent attitude disturbs me greatly. You have the nerve to say that you have never known what it is like to live in a secure and peaceful world; you say that the present generation has balled things up to the extent that we now face a war so terrible that the very thought of it makes hardened veterans shudder; you say that it is impossible to lay any plans for the future until you are sure you have a future. I say Nonsense! None of these things matter. If you expect a future you must carve it out in the face of these things. You also say that you must wait until after you have served your time with the service to settle down. Ridiculous! It is a man's duty to pull up stakes and serve his country at any time, then settle down again.
I say there is no excuse for a feeling of insecurity on you part; there is no excuse for Juvenile Delinquency; there is no excuse for your attitude except that you are rotten and lazy! I was never like that! I worked hard; I saved; I didn't run around and stay out late at night; I carved out my own future through hard work and virtuous living, and look at me now; a respectable and successful man.
I warn you, if you don't start now it will be too late, and the blame for the end of the world will be laid at your feet. Heed my warning, oh depraved and profligate youth; I say awake, awake, awake!
Fearfully and disgustedly yours,
John J. Righteous-Hypocrite
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
01.20.09 @ 1:48 AM
Well howdy kids. It’s 2009 in the year of Lord. To be more specific, Jan 20th. Sometimes past midnight. I’ve been fighting a sickness the past few days. It’s been a persistent bugger for sure. Vitamin C doses haven’t been doing it and I’ve resulted in using horrible substances such as cough syrup to ensure I can breathe.
But I stray from a topic I really wanted to dish about. It’s over. Nothing colossal happened. No zombies. No Armageddon. No Rapture. We got through eight years of George W. Bush, our glorious forty-third President of the United States. What a trip it has been. Pretzels. “Wars.” Some guy named Dick. And even an Oliver Stone film. Face it ladies and gents. It could have been worse.
While I am quite the liberal guy. No, I don’t blame “Dubya” for all the woes we are currently facing on our third rock from the sun. To do so would be out right ignorant of me. Sure, Georgie wasn’t exactly helping most of the time, but where were the rest of us? In our beer induced comas watching the latest episode of some God awful reality show.
See, I believe this is a two way street. Not some elite super high way where only the super rich and privileged are only allowed to drive. Okay, well. That exists and I know for sure I can’t get past the toll booth and sure as hell can’t get on that on ramp. But damn it, shut up for a moment. The point is, that us, the ones that use the normal roads, paths, etc, without us being there using them, there would be no elite super highway. (I did a bit of driving today. Pardon the lame metaphors.)
I guess this is just turning into some rant about how we as a people need to be aware. If we allow ourselves to zone out too much, we may end up just staring at the drive-thru speaker yelling, “GIMMIE SOME BIG ASS FRIES!”
Know, this isn’t to say that I’m an Angel. Oh Heavens, no. I’m guilty as the rest. Mostly indulging in stories in the variety of films, literature, music, or any other medium that I believe to be art. (Remember kiddies, art is subjective.) But, I try to stay aware, but that God damned Purple Haze doesn’t help.
But, I’m not only going to try and be a good ‘Merican, but an overall good individual. Because as long as the undead don’t roam the lands and the sun is still rising, I have hope. Hope that one day, Bruce Campbell will have main stream Hollywood success.
But I stray from a topic I really wanted to dish about. It’s over. Nothing colossal happened. No zombies. No Armageddon. No Rapture. We got through eight years of George W. Bush, our glorious forty-third President of the United States. What a trip it has been. Pretzels. “Wars.” Some guy named Dick. And even an Oliver Stone film. Face it ladies and gents. It could have been worse.
While I am quite the liberal guy. No, I don’t blame “Dubya” for all the woes we are currently facing on our third rock from the sun. To do so would be out right ignorant of me. Sure, Georgie wasn’t exactly helping most of the time, but where were the rest of us? In our beer induced comas watching the latest episode of some God awful reality show.
See, I believe this is a two way street. Not some elite super high way where only the super rich and privileged are only allowed to drive. Okay, well. That exists and I know for sure I can’t get past the toll booth and sure as hell can’t get on that on ramp. But damn it, shut up for a moment. The point is, that us, the ones that use the normal roads, paths, etc, without us being there using them, there would be no elite super highway. (I did a bit of driving today. Pardon the lame metaphors.)
I guess this is just turning into some rant about how we as a people need to be aware. If we allow ourselves to zone out too much, we may end up just staring at the drive-thru speaker yelling, “GIMMIE SOME BIG ASS FRIES!”
Know, this isn’t to say that I’m an Angel. Oh Heavens, no. I’m guilty as the rest. Mostly indulging in stories in the variety of films, literature, music, or any other medium that I believe to be art. (Remember kiddies, art is subjective.) But, I try to stay aware, but that God damned Purple Haze doesn’t help.
But, I’m not only going to try and be a good ‘Merican, but an overall good individual. Because as long as the undead don’t roam the lands and the sun is still rising, I have hope. Hope that one day, Bruce Campbell will have main stream Hollywood success.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I will follow you into the dark.
Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
The large print giveth and the small print taketh away.
Well well well. Look. Something we are not use to a blog post from that asshole Lloyd. I know. What happened? Have you been living the rockstar life? Drugs. Rock and Roll. Girls. Nah, none of that actually. A lot of mundane actually.
So, yeah, I live in Austin, Texas now. It's a rad town. Hippies, scenesters, indie kids, hicks, regular folks, and the weird. I think I found home. Sure, it's no Vancouver. There's no Compassion Service, and most of my very good friends are not here, but I'm meeting new people and dealing.
Oh, on a side note here, the ride down here was insane. Thank you middle America for making me fear for my life.
Day job is fun. Not really going to go into it, but I have fun.
Film. The thing that matters. It's going pretty well. There are some VFS folks down here, Jared Stepp. Shannon and Tracy Cook. Chris Little. The Setos to the East in Houston. I'm around a lot of good folks. And I meet a pretty stellar dude by the name of Chris Landa. I know have a jewish friend, hah.
But, it is going well. Throwing togtether a little comedy series to hopefully get our names out there. So far I'm laughing as we film and that's a good thing. Big ups Rules of Man cast. And apologizes to Eric. Trust me, I will find a way to bring you back. Sure, it might involve putting you in white white make up, covered in chains, and us hitting you with brake away objects. But it will be hilarious.
I just can't figure it out. What the hell is happening? I am so confused about the whole situation. How about you? To me, it's like a god damn Rubix cube covered in honey, in a cave that has one to two bears in it, and there are some booby traps involved. Should I act? Or should I mind my business and keep walking? Find a new cave to explore and scar? Again, I'm not sure. But whatever, that's life. And it seems to keep happening to me.
I'll be in Dallas in two weeks for Radiohead. Also, I'll be at the Houston date of the Tom Waits show.
That's enough from me for one sitting. I'll be sure to map one out that's a bit more colorful. Just remember, keep your feet on the ground, but keep reaching for the stars.
So, yeah, I live in Austin, Texas now. It's a rad town. Hippies, scenesters, indie kids, hicks, regular folks, and the weird. I think I found home. Sure, it's no Vancouver. There's no Compassion Service, and most of my very good friends are not here, but I'm meeting new people and dealing.
Oh, on a side note here, the ride down here was insane. Thank you middle America for making me fear for my life.
Day job is fun. Not really going to go into it, but I have fun.
Film. The thing that matters. It's going pretty well. There are some VFS folks down here, Jared Stepp. Shannon and Tracy Cook. Chris Little. The Setos to the East in Houston. I'm around a lot of good folks. And I meet a pretty stellar dude by the name of Chris Landa. I know have a jewish friend, hah.
But, it is going well. Throwing togtether a little comedy series to hopefully get our names out there. So far I'm laughing as we film and that's a good thing. Big ups Rules of Man cast. And apologizes to Eric. Trust me, I will find a way to bring you back. Sure, it might involve putting you in white white make up, covered in chains, and us hitting you with brake away objects. But it will be hilarious.
I just can't figure it out. What the hell is happening? I am so confused about the whole situation. How about you? To me, it's like a god damn Rubix cube covered in honey, in a cave that has one to two bears in it, and there are some booby traps involved. Should I act? Or should I mind my business and keep walking? Find a new cave to explore and scar? Again, I'm not sure. But whatever, that's life. And it seems to keep happening to me.
I'll be in Dallas in two weeks for Radiohead. Also, I'll be at the Houston date of the Tom Waits show.
That's enough from me for one sitting. I'll be sure to map one out that's a bit more colorful. Just remember, keep your feet on the ground, but keep reaching for the stars.
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