Gigabytes! So many gigabytes!

Yesterday I accomplished something really important: I made space on my harddrive by moving some files I didn’t need to the external. By “some files” I mean “several hundred gigabytes,” which explains why it took a fair amount of time. But now I finally have space enough to finish The Great Machine, aka The Infinitely Prolonged Film Project aka The Film That’s Going To Be So Strange It Will Melt Your Brain.

More The Urthona Revolution is coming soon, by the way. I’ve moved everything to the new host and am preparing for a regular one-update-a-week schedule.

Meanwhile, I’m writing for Commentarium (check out my review of Tucker & Dale vs Evil, a brilliant film), reading up for my Escapist article, and quietly contemplating my next film. And getting a short story ready for submission. And working on Nexus City. And… Christ, I think I’m getting hungry.


  1. byth

    đŸ˜› I need to do the gig-clearing too. Maybe not on the order of hundreds of gigabytes (my HD only has 200) but I can relate with tens, I hope.

    I want to play Infinite Ocean, so make sure you take the first bid.

  2. PAK

    You know, the more I hear about this film, the more I worry it’s the kind of abstract, match-arranging, well-obviously-you-won’t-get-it-if-you-haven’t-read-the-later-works-of-Lacan film that gives European cinema a bad name. Not that I don’t have faith in your ability, but just reassure me you’re not making an oblique metaphor for post-industreal angst, or something.

  3. My dear man, I have killed people for mentioning Lacan in my presence. You’re lucky that I admire your work, or you’d already be dead.

    No, the best way of describing this film is that it will be the filmic equivalent of reading Marx and Blake while on a very strange LSD trip.

  4. It is likely to be a little on the abstract side, but more in a “WTF is going on in my brain” way than in that dreadful European match-arranging way. Though I fear some pretentious Europeans might enjoy it, which I’m going to fix with every single movie after that.

    In fact, I’ve sometimes had this fantasy where I start by being successful in Europe with this kind of movie and then go to Hollywood and only do giant motherfucking epics about revolutions and freedom and philosophy disguised in action and adventure, causing the pretentious critics who previously supported me some serious spasms.

    Ah, one can dream…

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