The Night Owls episode 1 |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZX3RaFZx24
Check out the audio-post I did for the motion comic of The Night Owls! And yea, that little giggle is my voice.
Posted by on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 12:05:00 GMT |
universal knowledge |
with everyone asking the same question, how is it that we haven't figured out why?
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 07:44:00 GMT |
Toot! Toot! Good Press! |
Look at all the press about my company, Ultra-Sound Audio Post, and me, of course! TooT! TooT!http://www.prosoundnews.com/publish/news/Ultra-Sound_Bu gs_Out.shtmlhttp://www.prosoundnews.com/publish/new...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 08:47:00 GMT |
*sigh(t)* |
i give up...1) trying to blow my nose discreetly on the train2) trying to make friends not enemies3) on my hair4) on keeping in touch5) all past grudges and have decided to be a neutral party (who are...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 21:42:00 GMT |
... |
A young black boy was sitting on the landing outside the Burger King in a stairwell of the Herald Square subway station. He was clutching his food with two hands, like a squirrel. His cheeks were pack...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 08:05:00 GMT |
Get thee behind me (a past as shun; not as protection) |
last night i drank the grog of bitter hate and old heartbreak. his ghost stalked the halls of my dreams. the ghost of who he was ten years ago, and who of course is dead. needlessly said, this old pol...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 06:32:00 GMT |
Thirty Floors Up |
The low growl of the city is ripped by sirens, bus brakes and car horns. Lights grasp the horizon firmly, while the black band of the East Hudson, painted with reflected neon, waves like a flag that t...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 15:17:00 GMT |
Caribbean Lime Milk |
Caribbean Lime Milk His massive legs lay flaccid on the sand. I knelt down beside him to get a closer look at the fresh vomit that dotted the pale canvas of his thighs. (Perfect, no blood. The mix wa...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 13:52:00 GMT |
Shhh, Im trying to hear the dialog |
Tempting tempest. This life will self-destruct in five& four& three& wait. Goddamn this hold on things that haven't had a chance to be yet. If I knew how it was going to end, then I wouldn't have to s...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 11:48:00 GMT |
what can i say |
December wind screamed over the ice patched roads. all the way home, my mumbled prayers layered with the engines hum, please let everyone be alright. not on this night. safely home, i park the car und...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 10:49:00 GMT |
