What happened to this kid?
Well, the dorkiness factor still resides in high doses within' me, the obssessive collector gene still dominates within' my being and the bad haircuts still sprout out of my googly skull, but the energy and optimism and fearlessness seems to have watered down over the yearz. I've managed to hold on to the most of it all as much as possible, but az I've gotten older, the desperate race against time seems to ominously loom over my mind. That dorky kid with the Brian Jones haircut and the orange backpack had all the time in the world, now I'm screaming against the clock daily, fighting for that small smidgeon of ticking moments in hopes of making at least one artistic dream a reality.
Between school and work, there leaves little time for the major personal projects I hope to bring to life. My innate need to create something iconic to immortalize myself with, or to celebrate the collaberations of dayz gone by, alwayz seem to get filed away for future use by the demandz of the present.
But I shall find a way. It's the fuel for the dune buggy that iz my soul.
Oh, how I wish some rich guardian angel looking for some investment into it's own searching for meaning would stumble upon me and cast it's riches down on me, and sayeth "Go forth Ragzter, quit your jobs, take the school time you need to learn and hone thy craft, and apply them to your endeavors without the interferance of mortal demands, so you can bring your own creations to life, which in further enrich others and make them successful in thier own dreams too! Spread the wealth I bestow upon you, and create even more, til the world is engulfed in greatness spawned by your own delusions of granduer! I give you unlimited support, financial and spiritual, til you reach that dream...or two years while you're in school. Need not worry about working on that which only takes from you, you shall be supported as long as you hunker down and create thy dream. You shall be taken care of. So, cast out your demons that withhold yee,and get yer ass a creatin'! So Sayeth I!"
Oh if it would be so..
So if you just mayeth be that type of rich person from beyond, and heyeth, you wanna invest in me and my dream of creating a new world of gods and monsters and rock and roll and super monkeys. then I'm game!
See that kid in the pic above? Make him reach his goal. For only a few dollars a day, you can make that dorky kid a success, for which he'll pass on with more riches to you, and spawn yet a million more, and we shall inherit the earth.!
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I'm walking a fine line mentally from creating or a new sect of Davidians or just another helpless artist getting desperate for attention,ONLY YOU CAN DECIDE!!
Anyhoo, the creative juices still spat out (ewww!) here n' there when I manage to squeeze thru a crack in time and plans are to somehow get some projects off the ground. such as the Fantasians cartoon
The Zimian-Z cartoon
A few STRICTLY TABOO videos I've been wanting to create since way back when-
A cartoon based on an old BELCO skit called "Soup Kitchen", many other horror projects, videos and stuffinz, and much much more.
I really should get started instead of just yappin' so off I go.
Back to the drawing board!
LEGENDS ARE AWAITING TO BE MADE OF YOU AND I!