Noble Films

A Titanic Century

2011-12-30T19:10:00.001-08:00

A Titanic Century

Introduction: The novel is often released before the movie. This is the text of my next animated comedy cartoon about the sinking of the Titanic.
The Titanic sinking is not the worst maritime disaster, there are quite a few that are a lot worse, with more lives lost at one time, but this one is memorable because of the historical period and also because of the wealth associated with this historical event.

The 1950s was a time of wealth and prosperity.

Downtown, at Grenville Island hospital, the billboard asked, "How fucked up are you?"

April 12, 1952 was the 40th Anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. I was at the hospital visiting my grandfather whose name was Frank Goldsmith. He was wrapped up in bandages like HG Wells The Invisible Man who I saw at a movie recently.

He mumbled constantly but in spite of that, I was able to understand what he was saying. I asked him about his time on the Titanic and why he was bandaged up like
that.

"He was the first engineer aboard the Titanic. He graduated in 1907 with an honorary degree after a getting a scholarship to study at Eton.
The night the iceberg struck the ship, He was there when the iceberg ripped a tear along the rivetted seam of the ship.
He knew that the ship would sink and that lives would be lost. He never imagined that the disaster would wind up being as bad it turned out to be.
He walked across the cavernous passageways of the ship, walking past the engine room boilers and the stokers who fed those boilers with coal. In less than two hours, all of these men would be dead.
He walked along the labyrintheian hallways pass the staterooms and the private cabins of the first and second class passengers. He knew the full extent of the disaster while the rest of the passengers did not.

I was staying in the second class room of the Titanic. The toilet was plugged and water was rising and flooding the bathroom. I yelled, Help Help Help!

He heard the yells of help help help! He rushed into the room and saw me on the floor trying to wipe up the water. He thought, what an insolent thing to have this distract me while a life and death situation is going on, so he kicked me in the jaw. That is why my face is bandaged to this day.

As you know, the rest is history. I usually don`t tell people this story, but considering that today is the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic, I thought, Why not.

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Christmas 2011

2011-11-17T01:13:00.000-08:00

2011 Christmas Special How My Father Got His Job from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Creche.

David Blaine.

A hamster with big cheeks.

All illustrations on this blog are copyright.
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Interdiction - The Big City

2011-10-07T18:31:00.001-07:00

New action adventure.

Note: With a lot of movies including the STAR WARS prequels, the novel was released before the movie was.

Interdiction - The Big City

Tokyo, Japan

Granville Street, Vancouver, Canada.

Detective Victor Shields: Last night, Tokyo. Tonight, Vancouver. Training at the academy requires a lot of unarmed combat training.

Animation of some unarmed combat training.

1st criminal Paul McIntosh: I know this place very well.

The sound of a shotgun.

Detective Victor Shields: It was just another routine day. The pictures of the ten most wanted were on the computer otherwise I would not have recognized them later on that day.

Detective Victor Shields: Hey!!! Where do you think you're going!

More unarmed combat scenes.

Surprise ending. Actually, not that much of a surprise.

The End

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Stan Lee's SpiderMan

2011-09-26T03:24:00.000-07:00

Spider-Man Alley

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My drawings of Craigdarroch Castle in Victoria, BC, Canada.

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Indiana Jones 30th Anniversary

2011-07-16T09:09:00.000-07:00

Raiders of the Lost Ark is a movie about travel and adventure. It was released in 1981. This year is the 30th Anniversary of this movie. Here is an animated cartoon
tribute to the Indiana Jones saga.

Vaders of the Lost Ark

Grace Jones and the Temple of Doom

Stephen King's Survivor Type

2011-06-04T21:06:00.000-07:00

Stephen King's Survivor Type PART 1

Seaplane Adventure

2011-05-08T11:31:00.001-07:00

Seaplane Adventure

Vancouver to Victoria and Back Again, Part 1

Vancouver to Victoria and Back Again, Part 2

Victoria To Vancouver, There And Back Again, on a seaplane from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Vancouver to Victoria and Back Again, Part 3

SHAW Ocean Discovery Centre, Sidney, B.C.

Western Canada Adventure

2011-03-16T10:54:00.000-07:00

Western Canada Adventure

Western Canada Adventure PART 1

19 PARTS, Follow the links on YouTube.

ape & essence

2011-02-15T16:52:00.000-08:00

Ape and Essence from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Ape and Essence

http://www.sockshare.com/file/5E336EBD20A669C0

China Century Jade

2011-01-04T21:50:00.001-08:00

China Century Jade

http://vimeo.com/19542550

Film: China Century Jade

Victoria, BC.

Felix Wong cooks.

Shanghai, China

Hong Kong, China

China Century Jade

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Hockey Illustrations

2010-11-03T22:14:00.000-07:00

Canada Women's Hockey

FILM: A History of Hockey Since 1967

The Vancouver Canucks

Los Angeles Kings

New York Islanders

Philadelphia Flyers goalie

The Edmonton Oilers

Hockey Monument.

Buffalo Sabres Mini Jersey

The Ottawa Senators

Minnesota Wild

Columbus Blue Jackets

Finland

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A History of Hockey Since 1967

2010-10-27T23:29:00.000-07:00

http://www.vimeo.com/18291647

Film: A History of Hockey Since 1967

Pittsburgh Penguins

Team Canada Hockey, Acrylic on paper, 2004

A History of Hockey Since 1967 Part 1

Hockey was a sport which had it roots in the 1800s on the frozen wintry ponds of Eastern Canada.
Over the years it has developed into a mega international franchise with licensing and products.

1967: The NHL doubles in size, adding franchises in Pittsburgh, Los Angeles, Minnesota, Oakland, St. Louis and Philadelphia.

Vancouver. A town on the West Coast of Canada. In 1970, the Buffalo Sabres and the Vancouver Canucks join the NHL.

1972: New York, a large cosmopolitan city, otherwise known as The Big Apple. The New York Islanders join the NHL.

The Summit Series. Canada wins four games, with three losses and a tie against the Soviet Union with a game winning clincher scored by Paul Henderson.

Edmonton a town in the North of Canada. In 1979, The Edmonton Oilers join the NHL.

1979: Wayne Gretzky joins the Edmonton Oilers.

1982: The Vancouver Canucks make it to the Stanley Cup Finals vs The New York Islanders.

1983: The NHL introduces a five minute sudden death overtime at the end of tie games in the regular season.

1990: Canada wins the first Women's World Hockey Championship.

1992: The Ottawa Senators join the NHL. They won their first game played.

1994: The Vancouver Canucks make it to the Stanley Cup finals against the New York Rangers.

In 2000, with the addition of the Columbus Blue Jackets and the Minnesota Wild, there are 30 teams in the NHL.

2004: Canada wins against Finland 3-2 in an undefeated series at the second World Cup of Hockey. Vincent Lecavalier is named tournament MVP.

The 2004 - 2005 Hockey season is put on hold due to a lockout. On July 13, 2005, the 301st day of the lockout, the NHL and the NHL Players Association announce a tentative agreement ending the lockout.

2007: Sidney Crosbie joins the Pittsburgh Penguins and becomes the youngest scoring champion ever at 19 years old.

Hockey continues to excite as one of the greatest sports ever. Hockey Night In Canada is enjoyed by millions of Canadians every Saturday night. The thrill, the excitement, the cheering and the crowds! He shoots he scores!

CGI Illustrations Of Movie Stars That I Did.

2010-09-05T21:21:00.001-07:00

CGI Illustrations Of Movie Stars That I Did.

Kate Beckinsale

Denzel Wahington. re: Donotgiveup

Training Day with Denzel Washington and Ethan Hawke.

Leonardo di Caprio

Brad Pitt

Matt Damon

Cameron Diaz

Mark Wahlberg

Dennis Miller

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Hinterland Madonna

Hinterland Who's Who featuring the music of Madonna's Love Don't Live Here Anymore.

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Classic Fairy Tale

2010-07-24T18:55:00.001-07:00

Classic Fairy Tale

Classic Fairy Tale PART 1

Classic Fairy Tale PART 2

Classic Fairy Tale PART 3

Classic Fairy Tale begins with a lone farmer named Richard Oliver who is the hero of the story waking up one morning. He goes into the yard to chop some wood. Later on in the day, he is at the market.

The Princess also wakes up from her restful sleep. She sits at the make up mirror and then she looks out the window. As she looks out, she sees a strange dot in the sky growing larger.

A dragon rises from his cave and flies off to seek the day's quarry.

The Princess is clutched as she stands at her window. The dragon flies away.

The next morning, guards of the city read out a proclamation. "The Princess has been kidnapped by a dragon. Whoever rescues her gets a reward of a thousand gold pieces!"

Leading a group, Richard Oliver marches to the dragon's cave which is a long way away. They first had to ride a train to get there as the train went through dangerous mountain trails.

It was difficult for the group to fight the dragon as the dragon flew round and round and threw bursts of fire at the group armed only with pitchforks.

As the group distracted the dragon, Richard Oliver climbed up the mountain to rescue the Princess sitting at the edge of the mouth of the cave which hung over a cliff.

He climbed up the mountain but on the way down, he climbed down a rope tied around a tree on the mountain as the Princess clung on his back.

That night, he suggested to build an elaborate trap. The blacksmiths of the town was to get together to make a portcullis and the dragon was to be under the open portcullis and then the rope holding up the portcullis would be cut and like a guillotine effect the portcullis would slam down on the dragon.

As expected the dragon flew down to the stage where the fight was to be set. Richard Oliver held up his sword against the might of the dragon's fiery breath. At the strategic moment, the villagers cut the rope and the portcullis slammed down hard on the dragon.

The Princess was rescued and the dragon was dead!

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STAR WARS action figures Hoth Imperial visit.

Darth Vader, General Veers of the All Terrained Armoured Transport or AT-AT division was leading the vanguard accompanied by a cotillion of two Imperial snow troopers surveilling the wintry scene.

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Beef Liver Online

2010-05-13T19:37:00.000-07:00

Picture drawn on my 40th birthday.

These days there is a lot of companies that sell things on line. For a lot of people with a credit card and nothing better to do there is always the idea of making money by starting an online business. Every year, the Better Business Bureau is just flooded with ideas for online businesses. Here is just one such business idea.

amazon dot com has been around for a few years and there is hardly any real beef liver to be sold here at amazon. Well look, you can see for yourself and here is Paul Newman's Own Beef Liver treats.

ebay is a favourite amongst people who like to shop for things online and here, although they offer a lot of beef liver treats, not any real beef liver for sale, per se.

An order for some beef liver would look like this and read like this:

To: theliverman@hotmail.com

Rick Fettersley
1534 Union Ave
Cincinnati WI
United States
76638

Dear Liverman:

Please send me 2 pounds of liver. I am very hungry right now and a couple of pounds of liver would taste good right now.

Yours,

Rick Fettersley,

All you have to do is to simply fish the beef liver out of a large plastic bag out of the fridge.

Using your bare hands, scoop out the beef liver according to what the order says. In this case it is two pounds. Remember to always be generous and to give them more than what they order, not less.

Finally, the beef liver arrives. There may be a bit of putrefaction due to climate and room temperature storage, but it should be all right.

Swatch The Director's Watch

2010-05-11T19:06:00.000-07:00

DEAN NOBLE - Cartoonist

Noble Films. YouTube. Vimeo. Megavideo. Creator of such cartoons as Animal Farm, Seize The Day, 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, Pet Sematary, History of the World Since 1800, etc.

"I had a watch like this in the 80s. Swatch makes beautiful watches and wearing this watch and looking at it makes me feel better about myself and the world. The watch brings to mind wealth, luxury, the finer things of life.
And the watch also brings to mind a sense of power.
The essence of yuppie nice things, this elegant watch will be a travelling companion for me in years to come."

swatch once again gb743

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WINSOR MCCAY America's Great Cartoonist

Everybody knows his work - Little Nemo and other comics as well as serious Cartoons says -

"Us fellows like to work up to the last minute until the Engravers holler - I never have a quarrel with them for my Sen-O-Rok Wrist Watch never lies - my work is sent out all over the country and my watch must agree with the mail trains and I'm always on time - No matter what other clocks and watches say this little beauty tells me to the second just how long I can keep pecking away with my pen."

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Dean Noble's Meditation Video

2010-04-05T16:14:00.000-07:00

Dean Noble's Yoga Video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXSGa6i-qyc

Hi. Meditation has been around for thousands of years. Meditation came from India. East Indians, the Hindus and the Buddhists practiced meditation as a way of cleansing the body and the mind.
The stretching kind of yoga is called hatha yoga. This sitting meditation kind of yoga is called bhakti yoga.

There are many methods of meditation and this is just one of them. You can search online for different methods, so you can choose one that is best suited to your temperament.

Posture: There are many sitting positions for meditation which include the classical lotus poses, the half lotus, and the full lotus. Those positions are difficult on the legs. You can also choose to sit on a regular chair to meditate. I have chosen a kneeling position because it is low to the ground so it has a certain Oriental look and feel to it.

When meditating I make sure to place a small timeclock on the floor so I can look at it and see when the time is up. I usually choose to meditate for a minimum of 20 minutes. I often meditate for 30 minutes. However, YouTube does not like videos more than ten minutes long so I will have to make this video a seven minute meditation.

Breathing: At the end of the video, I will include an animated clip about the ideal breathing method for meditation.

Thinking: Some schools choose to think of a mantra repeated over and over again. Some schools choose to think of no mantra at all but to just allow for a free flow of thoughts.
The best way is to think of anything you want as long as it is good. Whether to use a mantra or not is up to you, but the thing is, if you all of a sudden think of something bad or disturbing or unpleasant, to instantly neutralize that thought and turn it to something pleasant; to think of something good.

Meditation has a lot of advantages. If there is a karma or a reaction to an event in which you are moving around, think of the karma or reaction to an event where you are not moving at all. In that way, meditation is life changing.
Meditation cleanses the liver. One feels better after meditation. There is a liquid, floating kind of feeling that is incomparable with any other kind of feeling.

A person does not need to belong to any kind of religion to meditate even though meditation is most usually associated with the East Indian religions. A person can be a Christian and still meditate.

It takes awhile to "get" meditation, but once a person does, it is an activity that really helps them a lot in their lives to find calmness, inner peace and reassurance.

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Breathing: The best way to breathe during meditation is to employ a circular breathing method.
Inhalation: As one inhales, one imagines a circle and one breathes starting at the pelvic area with the line of breath going up along the spine and over the top of the head.
Exhalation: As the inhalation of breath describes an imaginary line, it reaches the top of the head. It is at that point, exhalation begins and as one exhales, they imagine that line of breath going down along the front and then finally joining at the pelvis where it started and the cycle continues on again from there.

Additional notes:

Hand position: There are several to choose from. Look on the internet. The hands folded, right hand over left or vice versa, thumbs touching or not, choose one. I use left hand on top of right hand, thumbs touching.

Eyes closed or open: It is up to you. I use mostly eyes closed but often open my eyes when I meditate sitting on the bed watching television.

Facing the wall or not: A person can meditate anywhere. Facing towards the wall like Bodhidharma or away from the wall. Next to a lake, or on a beach, a person can meditate anywhere. Refer to above; I often meditate sitting on the bed, kneeling, and watching television. I used the facing the wall in this video to give this video a Japanese Zen Oriental kind of feeling.

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Spring Farm Fields

http://1235786.blogspot.com/

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2010-03-11T14:29:00.000-08:00

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STAR WARS Saga Legends Bud Collection

Remember the old STAR WARS action figures? I also have a rare find. General Bud who led the Clone attack against the Empire forces at Cato Nemoida or wherever it was.

Here he is pictured holding a lightsaber, and with a full complement of action figures. General Bud is, incidentally, also a clone.

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Trip To The Museum 2010

2010-02-24T03:36:00.001-08:00

A trip to the NAR Park Museum.

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My Hamster

This is photos of my hamster.

April 26, 2010 This is a photo of my new girl hamster. What a pretty face!

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My plants

The corn plant or dracaena fragrans is one of my favourite house plants.

This is the snake plant, or sansevieria trifasciata. This is my other favourite house plant.

City in the early early morning.

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Dean Noble's History Of The World Since 1800

2010-01-15T00:45:00.001-08:00

Dean Noble's History of the World Since 1800s

Dean Noble. Friday, August 6, 2010.

http://vimeo.com/9124560

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=TPLEFDB0

http://www.cweb.tv/video/Dean_Nobles_History_of_the_World_PART_one_of_five

Dean Noble's History of the World 1/5

http://www.cweb.tv/video/History_of_the_World_CHAPTER_2-5

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=SB2ZLQ4S

Dean Noble's History of the World 2/5

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=25RA2ERP

http://www.cweb.tv/video/Dean_Nobles_History_of_the_World_since_1800_CHAPTER_3-5

Dean Noble's History of the World 3/5

http://www.vimeo.com/12453109

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=WCL8W2HD

Dean Noble's History Of The World 4/5

http://www.vimeo.com/15442970

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=0NOLZUDY

Dean Noble's History of the World 5/5

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Transcript:

Disclaimer: This documentary animated film may not be 100% accurate.

The 1200 - 1500 was the Dark Ages or the Iron Age. It was an age of blades and swords and horsemanship.

The 1500s was the Middle Ages. There was plagues in Europe. Garlands of roses and flowers were thought to protect against plague hence the song Ring Around The Rosy.

The 1600s was the Renaissance. Shakespeare's writings were very popular during these times. People wore fancy foppish clothing.

The 1700s was the Age of Enlightenment. It was the time of Barry Lyndon and the European Wars, the War of the Roses, the 100 Days War also the American Revolution.

Now we arrive at the 1800s which is the Industrial Revolution. It was a century where the United States would grow from being a sleepy whaling Nation to being a military industrial superpower.

The 1920s.

The 1600s. Medieval woman.

When the 1800s started, the 1700s was barely over. The United States had fought a War of Independence about 25 years earlier. The Americans fought against the British redcoats. Paul Revere was a poor farmer, but he rode through the streets to warn "The Redcoats are coming!" sometimes just a few minutes before the British would ride through town.

The 1810s. On Sunday, June 18, 1815, Napoleon's army was defeated by the forces of Wellington at Waterloo near Belgium.

The 1820s and the 1830s saw much invention. Samuel Fulton had invented the steam engine which gave way to steam boats that would ply the Mississipi. The writings of steamboat captain Mark Twain were popular in these times like Huckleberry Finn, Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher sailing on a raft to go to the caves to meet Injun Joe.
During this period, inventor Michael Faraday had electrically charged an iron bar that was in the center of an electrical coil of copper. This was the World's first motor.
During this time, the steam train was invented. First referred to as "the bullet train", this train travelled about 30 miles an hour.

In the 1840s, the works of Edgar Allen Poe was popular. The Immortal Edgar wrote such great stories as The Raven, The Pit and the Pendulum, Ligeia, and The Fall of the House of Usher.
The works of Charles Dickens was also popular during these times, depicting life during Victorian London.

The Crimean War was in 1850 - 1853.

Around the middle of the 1800s was when the country of Canada 1867, the Province of British Columbia 1871, and the City of Vancouver 1886 were incorporated.

In 1861, Queen Victoria's husband Prince Albert dies of typhoid fever. The effect that this had on history cannot be understated and one can only speculate how things would have been different had he lived. Queen Victoria became the Queen of England and started a wave of colonialization that would become known as The British Empire.

The American Civil War in 1861 to 1865 was a fight between the forces of the Confederates South, and the North known as the Yankees. The War ended with the Victory of the North, the surrender of the South and Lincoln getting shot in 1865. Yep, Lincoln getting shot while at Ford's theatre was pretty much the end of the War.

The 1860s was also the time of the Transcendentalist Writers. My favourite transcendentalist writer was Henry David Thoreau. During the summer of 1854, he built a cabin on Walden Pond near Concord, Massachusetts. Taking a couple of months to build a small cabin from scratch, he lived a life of solitude alone in the cabin. Finally he left that life saying that he lived that life for long enough and that there were other lives to live.

The middle 1800s was also the time of the female writers like Jane Austen, The Bronte sisters, Charlotte and Emily. They wrote such stories like Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre and Emma.

The 1870s saw the inception of the Northwest Mounted Police who would become the RCMP in 1920.

The 1880s. In 1881, Thomas Edison invented the lightbulb. Also around this time, inventor Nikola Tesla invented the flourescent light. He also invented the Tesla coil of which no Science Centre would be complete without.
In 1887, A Study In Scarlet was published. It is the first Sherlock Holmes story.
Sherlock Holmes introduces us to the World of sleuthing and deduction. Sherlock Holmes can look at a person and discern their profession.
In stories such as the Solitary Cyclist, Sherlock Holmes and Watson demonstrate their expertise at solving crimes.

The late 1800s was also the Boer War. 1880 - 1881 was the first Boer War.
The Second Boer War was in 1899 - 1902.

The 1890s. It was also the time of the gold rush. Huge caravans of travellers brought lots of supplies to brave the cold winters. People were required to have a year's worth of provisions before being allowed to proceed past the lineup up the mountain. Lots of people went there and most found nothing doing nothing more than setting up a tent next to the river and gold panning but not finding much gold.
It was the people who set up general stores and businesses in those places who usually made any money.
There were dancing girls those days.

Yes, the 20th Century was the completion of what was started in the 1800s and that is using the forces of collective industrialization and technology to build armies and weapons to create superpowers defined by mass ultra destructive weapons like jet fighters, aircraft carriers, nuclear submarines and nuclear missiles.

The first decade of the 1900s saw the death of Queen Victoria in 1901. Her son Edward the Seventh ushered in the Edwardian Age. It was an age of low stress and high luxury. This decade also saw the first science fiction movie, A Trip To The Moon, made in 1902.

The 1910s started off luxuriously and then:

The Titanic sailed from Southhampton England on April 10, 1912. For a few days, all went well, people walked around on the deck. The ship steamed at 22 knots, and then at Cape Race off Newfoundland, the Titanic struck an iceberg. The ship had turned hard a port at the last minute to avoid the iceberg but instead struck the iceberg.
Even though lots of people died, a lot of people, nevertheless survived. [pause] The next morning, the survivors of the Titanic were rescued by the Carpathia.

On June 28, 1914, World War I started. In World War I, the forces of Britain, France and Italy were fighting the forces of Germany, Austria and Russia. However, in World War 2, the forces of Britain, France and Russia were fighting the forces of Germany, Austria, and Italy. For months, soldiers were holed in trenches. Mud, rats, were constant companions for life lived in amongst the trenches.

The 1920s was a decade of ostentation. People lived the high life. Rich from the largesse of the first World War people in North America invested in stocks and often with only 10 percent down. Prohibition was in force in the United States from 1920 -1933. People drank whisky and wine from teapots and teacups. The 1920s was known as the Roaring Twenties. There were dancing girls those days.

The Great Gatsby was written during the roaring twenties.

The 1930s was known as the Great Depression. Margin calls on the stocks required people to pay the 90% of the value they invested on their stocks. The banks were responsible for the stocks so entire bank reserves were emptied to cover these margin calls. Entire banks were wiped out as the accounts of non-stock holders were affected too. There were bread lines and soup lines during the 1930s.

The Great Depression unofficially ended in 1939, with the start of the Second World War. At the start of the War, the only work, the only guaranteed money available was that of an enlisted soldier. Boys slinging their army supplies in an army dufflebag moving from their homes to far away places like England and France were known as doughboys because they were the ones earning the dough; they were the breadwinners for their families. The Great Depression officially ended in 1945 with the post war prosperity.

The 1940s was a decade that was mainly about the Second World War. People fought in Europe and they also fought in the Pacific at the Battle of Midway and other Pacific Island battles. The fought on tropical Pacific Islands against the Japanese.

The 1950s was the first truly cool, interesting and hip era of World history. During the 1950s, the Americans were involved in the Korean War which ended with a stalemate with the line of demarcation being at the 38th parallel.
Radio was replaced with the first television shows in black and white.
The beatnik culture which placed and emphasis on drugs and music were evident in the inner city in coffee diners, jazz clubs and living rooms.

The beatniks liked to smoke marijuana and a few of them even used magic mushrooms.

The 1960s was the era of the hippies and the Vietnam War. In November of 1962, US President John F Kennedy got shot in Dealey Plaza. This was a pivotal moment for the sixties. The use of marijuana and mushrooms had given way to the occasional experimentation of a drug called LSD which was influential to the music scene and thus psychedelic musical groups like Jefferson Airplane, The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, the Doors, Janis Joplin. The drug movement that was in the inner city had, during the sixties become suburbanized.

The 1970s saw colour television being a regular thing, replacing black and white televisions and just about everyone had a colour television in the 70s. The Vietnam War ended in 1975 with the refugees being airlifted from a helicopter from the roof of the American Embassy in Saigon. STAR WARS was released in 1977 and this is one of the most influential movies ever.

The 1980s was the yuppy period when people dressed in designer clothes and drove nice sportscars. Music was good in the 1980s with new wave musical groups like Duran Duran, OMD, and Martha and the Muffins. CDs were being used for the first time in the 80s. Also video games were increasingly popular and people had home entertainment systems like the Atari which had video games.
The eighties was a very affluent and comfortable time for a lot of people.

The 90s was a time when music was grunge, groups like Nirvana and Guns and Roses were popular. During the 90s the internet was being used for the first time. When it first started, at most libraries, there were only a couple of internet stations, now at any given library you can see a whole lot of computers which people can use to go online. A new batch, a new generation of Hollywood stars was emerging on the scene like Brad Pitt, Leonardo di Capro, Matt Damon, Denzel Washington, Mark Wahlberg, also Kate Beckinsale, Angelina Jolie, Cate Blanchett, Cameron Diaz, Katie Holmes.

The 2000s was clearly shaped by the events of September 11, 2001 when, like in Stephen King's The Running Man, two planes crashed into two of the World Trade Center Towers, respectively. After that, travel bans were placed on suspected terrorism suspects. People who, usually, were Middle Eastern were placed under increased security scrutiny at the airport and were often ushered into "the other room" apart from the other passengers moving freely past the departure gates.
The internet was taking on a life of its own during the first decade of the 2000s. Expats, instead of using snail mail were turning to internet cafes to send correspondence.
During the late 2000s, programs were emerging on the internet which allowed people to upload videos of themselves, even a video of themself uploading a video of themself uploading a video of themself uploading a video of themself!
People were throwing out their cassette walkmans and replacing them with iPods and at first the iPods contained music only, but now the iPods regularly have a small television screen included.
People were using blackberries to read their email.
Conventional cathode ray tube standard definition televisions were being replaced with HDTVs with sharper definition.

The 2010s have just started and one can only guess at what wonders this decade will bring.

Epilogue: The future. The year 3000. Hi, how are you doing? Despite my current condition. I am doing fine. Life is still going on as much as ever. Much has happened and most of it, I never expected to happen.
The year 4000. Hi, how are you doing? Despite my current condition. I am doing fine. Life is still going on as much as ever. Much has happened and most of it, I never expected to happen.

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Dean Noble Christmas Special 2009

2009-09-30T21:25:00.001-07:00

Dean Noble Christmas Special 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

The Dean Noble Christmas Special.

Merry Christmas!

One note about Christmas. I wish to keep Christmas in my own way. Christmas is the time of the year when I most want to be alone.

Incredible Journey is a book that Sheila Burnford, Canadian author wrote about three animals that trek across Ontario to relocate their masters. Locales have changed with adaptations and film versions of this story over the years. Don't be surprised if you see Noble Films doing a cartoon adaptation of this.

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My New HDTV

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Previous.16 Seconds AgoPicture #16 out of 16

See the difference? I now have a 32" AVEiS flatscreen HDTV. This television with the crispness and screen size really adds a movie theatre feel to this room. A 32" flatscreen HDTV turns a pit into a paradise.

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Dean Noble somersault/ Alaska Highway Museum

2009-07-15T13:24:00.000-07:00

Dean Noble doing somersault and backflip at swimming pool from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

I decided to visit the pool just to do a somersault and backflip. When I got there, the diving board was not opened yet, so I just swam regularly in other pools, in the shallow wading pool, breaststroke, treading water, dog paddle, etc.

Finally, the moment came. I did one set of a somersault and backflip and then I saw that I had not turned on the camera yet. I turned it on, and did a second set of flips recorded here.

I am planning to go to the swimming pool and film myself doing flips every once in awhile. Doing something like that is good for the soul.

Like at every swimming pool, there were some sexy female lifeguards there. A lot more women will want to know me after seeing this video. I would like to score a real quality girlfriend, rather than the losers that I usually wind up with. A girl from the middle to upper class. Young; around my age, and rich.

As a coach, I would say that these flips are unacceptable. If they were on the ground, if I were doing a somersault, I would land on my ass, and if I were doing a backflip, I would land on the top of my head and knees simultaneously. This reminds me of that Bruce Willis movie where the bad guys screw up the airplane's altimeter so that the azimuth read a ground level much than was the reality, so the plane's computer landed thinking that the landing altitude was lower.
That is sort of what happened with my diving board endeavour. But as flips of themselves, they are not too bad. Not bad for someone who is nearly 40.
Martial arts masters of the Shaolin temple can do flip like this into their sixties, if they practice yoga.

I posted these videos, martial arts dance, somersaults, yoga, drawings, artwork, so that people could know me as well as I know me. Before this, I was the only one who knew for sure that I could do these things.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009, 7:15 pm
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The Dawson Creek Alaska Highway Museum

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Dean Noble's Yoga Video

Dean Noble Yoga Video from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

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A Simple Plan

2009-07-10T22:32:00.000-07:00

A Simple Plan

from Wikipedia: A Simple Plan (novel)

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=H8XTY3IU

A Simple Plan An animated cartoon from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Scott Smith; A Simple Plan

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Seize The Day

2009-07-08T16:34:00.000-07:00

Saul Bellow's Seize The Day,

Seize The Day CHAPTER 1 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=ASCCEMMC

Seize The Day CHAPTER 1/4

Seize The Day CHAPTER 2 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=RSGE9W75

Seize The Day CHAPTER 2/4

Seize The Day CHAPTER 3 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=IDSDJAEB

Seize The Day PART3/4

Seize The Day CHAP4/4 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=V3TTHBO5

Seize The Day PART 4/4

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Seize The Day End Credits from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

1st part of two song end credits segment.

Seize The Day End Credits from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

2nd part of two song end credits segment.

http://noble-films.blogspot.com/2009/07/seize-day-set-design.html

This is a drawing of a black and white photograph of the hotel that was once in Vancouver. This hotel was demolished over 70 years ago. An old hotel.
This hotel was demolished brick by brick, plank by plank, in a controlled demolition. I hope that CBC does a documentary about this old hotel, although only just a few photos survive.
This is going to be part of the set design for Seize The Day, as this is the hotel that the main character, Tommy Wilhelm lives in.

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In the original Saul Bellow novel, Tommy Wilhelm goes to a funeral on the way to looking for Tamkin, but he never does contact Tamkin.
In this version, it ends with Tommy Wilhelm calling his wife on the phone, a conversation, and then the wife hangs up the phone and it is a nice day outside.
In either version, Tamkin is not contacted so I thought it would be redundant to reconstruct the funeral scene in Wilhelm winds up not being able to contact Tamkin anyways.
In virtually every movie made about a book, fans will complain that the movie left out parts of the book. A Simple Plan, the film was totally different from the book. In the popular new movie, Twilight; New Moon, there are fans who say, "The movie left out parts from the book." Stanley Kubrick got letters like that from his movies.
I got a comment on one of my YouTube videos today, November 31, 2009, to the effect that one of my videos had left out parts from the book, and that the images seemed randomly connected. That is what the weekly movie reviewers on the News say about just about every movie.
So much so that one could say that a career in film making is not complete until you get a "your-movie-left-out-parts-of-the-book" letter.
George Lucas once said, "There is no such thing as a finished film, there are only projects that are walked away from."
He should know, in his 1977 movie STAR WARS, he left out parts that were portrayed in the Dell Ballantyne paperback novel STAR WARS which HE actually wrote! So, I am in distinguished company.

Update: I think I will try to finish this cartoon with the funeral scene ending featured in the novel.

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George Orwell's Animal Farm

2009-06-03T13:03:00.001-07:00

George Orwell's Animal Farm

Animal Farm CHAPTER 1 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=KUXEZ9DF

Animal Farm CHAPTER 1/3

Animal Farm CHAPTER 2 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=EUPV8SOC

Animal Farm CHAPTER 2/3

Animal Farm CHAPTER 3 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=OBUW7RAG

Animal Farm CHAPTER 3/3

Look, I am, as something that I am setting out to do, only going to upload my one hour or one and a half hour movies onto here in half hour segments. If you want record it on a DVD yourself and string it together that way, as I have made no DVD copies of my movies. These things are always fragile. One accident in whatever form, one disaster and the entire copy of DVDs are lost. Besides in about ten years, all computers will be using blue ray or something like that. I already uploaded my videos on Vimeo, YouTube, etc. But since I have made no hard copies of any of my films, I will ask as many of you out there as possible to make a DVD copy of your favourite Noble Films movies.
For me to upload an entire one hour version of the movie in one unbroken loop is redundant and takes a lot of time and computer space.
If you want a version of this movie in one unbroken loop, use Windows Movie Maker and make a copy yourself.

The movie Barry Lyndon had an intermission. The television miniseries don't bother to do the story in one unbroken loop because you would be looking at a 12 hour television program. They do a 12 hour story, one hour at a time.
I am doing one hour, one hour and a half stories, a half hour at a time.

I plan to do the next movie Seize The Day, in two half hour segments.

Animal Farm is like an insect with the inevitable three segments, part one is the anterior, part two is the abdomen and part three is the thorax.

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I wonder if the expression, "You look like you have seen a ghost." applies here.

First, I sang Ruby Tuesday. I was astral projecting like crazy, flying down a street, the lougheed mall bus loop, but then extending to broadway, between boundary and rupert in Vancouver, as I was flying, I was singing Ruby Tuesday. I woke up singing it, and rerecorded it as soon as possible here after awakening so that a trace of the ethereal, a trace of ectoplasm, is still on my voice.

Me, on the morning of Saturday, June 27, 2009, right after I astral projected again. I "woke up" I mean I saw my bookshelf next to my bed, but knew that I was astral projecting again, because it was vivid but I knew I was not awake, I looked over to see if I could see any ghosts, remembering that when you astral project, you will see ghosts because you are on that frequency.

I saw something, all right:

I woke up screaming.

Usually, when I have these kinds of sleep paralysis incidents, I let out one long solitary scream. This time, it was a series of short screams, like five short screams. This might be an important detail.

Typically the vivid astral projection sequence where one recognizes that one is in one's own room, coupled with temporary sleep paralysis, followed with the primal scream upon wakening and reconnecting with one's body is what I call the Breakfast Combo.

At the time, I knew that I could go further but I did not want to spend too long outside of my body in case I could not find my way back.
"You don't want to go too far. You don't know what's out there." that was a line from the movie Apocalypse Now when Martin Sheen tells Frederick Forrest not to venture too far out into the jungle to pick mangos.
When I was astral projection, I looked around my room and saw the door. What if I walked towards the door, passed through it, and see what is on the other side. However, as a ghost, if you pass through a door, it presents itself to you as opening a door like ordinary, but you have walked through the door, once you did that, you did some taboo that a normal fleshly living person could not do, and what is more than likely to happen is that one will see the pink screen of death. Nuff said.
At the time, at the edges of my mind I knew that I could walk further if I wanted to, but decided to return to my body immediately.

but I remembered faintly reading the story that a psychic wrote about someone who hanged himself. He hung himself, a suicide, he walked out of his body and tried to get back in, but he could not get back into his body. Typically, if the body is not otherwise compromised, a person should be able to get back into their body. There is not a year that passes now, that I do not get at least one of these kinds of episodes. The will to live is the panic knowing that one should get back into the body as soon as possible. If a person does not have the will to live, they will go out of their body, recognize it, and out of some underlying mischievous instinct, go further. There is no time as such in the Fifth Dimension, but there are events. The more events, the more time one has spent out of their body. Anoxia sets in.

When I return to my body, there is that Primal Scream because then, I feel that every single nerve and nerve ending has been quickly slid about half a foot down a medium grade of sandpaper. Anyone who has gone through this will know what I mean.

Now, I know that the soul survives bodily death. I am an old hand at this, as this kind of thing has happened to me before.

Astral projection is a form of molecular displacement and just like jet lag, after astral projecting and waking up, even if the astral projecting was for a few seconds, I always feel like I have just come from a long trip.
Teleportation machines, I am sure will have a post teleportational phase, where the physiology has to readjust, like a kind of jet lag.

When I am at that state, I could have been asked, "What is your name?" and I suppose that I would have said, "Dean Noble..... but in this condition, what does that mean?" In such a spiritual state, one could easily be linked to the past world of the dinosaurs or the future world of STAR WARS.
Such a disembodied pure spiritual state of the soul surviving death, a temporary stroke, a clinical death, an irregularity of the EKG as it presents itself on this side.
On the other side however, one 'awakens' but the spiritual state presents itself as an SPOV.
First one is playing a video game which is a visor cam, or SPOV. It takes some time to get used to, one goes into playing the video game saying, "I am turning on the SPOV camera, and then now, I am playing the video game." Later, as one gets used to it, one just simply says, as it were, "I am now playing the video game." without saying, "I am going to turn on the SPOV first.".

This is a very mystical experience, but a very ordinary and common experience at the same time.

I know that this will happen again, just like the humour of a certain skein of some particular specific individual coworkers, the kind of jokes, the coworkers and the job in question always being incidental, it could happen at any job anywhere on the planet.
Anyways I know I have not seen the last of this. I am scared that the next time I fall asleep, I could leave my body again, the next time I might die.
In the Simpson's Homer Simpson had a thing where if he fell asleep, he would die. He only had one day to live, it was supposed. Marge Simpson was upset saying, "Oh no, Homer could die the next time he falls asleep." And Grandpa Simpson said, "Welcome to my world!" This is what this reminds me of..........

Kellogg's Pop Tarts, just pop out of your body. The usual normal dreams are like a normal book. A dream with an OBE is like a pop up book!

To set a good example always, of course, I must advise that any psychic event this major must necessarily have a physiological corresponding condition.
ECGs or EKGs don't have to have wires. One can do an EKG* reading wirelessly, and from a distance and I would be interested to know what my EKG reading was that day. My guess is that I flatlined for a couple of seconds.
What I am trying to say is that, this isn't a case of, "Ho hum, what a pretty dream." I think I had a fucking stroke or a heart attack or something and I am going to my GP, my doctor and say, "The other day, I had an out of body experience. I saw my room vividly, and recognized it. I experienced sleep paralysis and I woke up screaming. My guess is that I had a stroke or heart attack and it is very common for hospital patients to report these kinds of experiences under extreme physical duress.
This may be the sign of something deeper, more systemic like a palpitating heart or heart murmurs. Should I wait, or should I go immediately. Mind you, the other month, November, I did experience sleep paralysis like this. It was night time. I recognized my room. I did not look around, I only looked in one direction, I only looked in one point, or at one point. I recognized the steady yellow, hazy, stupid light of the 60 watt lightbulb overhead. Then the sleep paralysis. I woke up screaming, but it was only one long scream.

Uh, I don't think that Robert Monroe is the first person to know about this. I dare say that people of all cultures have some people who know about this, and some people more than others, and such people have existed for, like, thousands upon thousands of years. In the Ancient Egyptian days they had experts in OBE. The Egyptians referred to the soul as the ka.

One more thing, there are two drugs which I know of, which are particularly powerful for dream recall. One is ginkgo biloba. The other is nutmeg and hazelnut. On the occasion of last November I drank nutmeg coffee and these days, I have been drinking hazelnut coffee. Hazelnut and nutmeg is powerful for bringing about the feverish OBEs or out of body experiences, and ginkgo is good for lucid dreaming, ergo nutmeg and hazelnut is the more powerful.

The guy who lives downstairs from me coughs loudly and often and I found it annoying, but since I am prone to OBEs, this could very well be a good thing. In Buddhist mythology, there is the story of a lioness named Simha whose roar brought her dead cub back to life. That is, as usual, a Hindu allegory of how sounds could bring a person back into their body from an OBE, and/or the sleep paralysis that often accompanies that. He has since died.

*ECG ElectrCardioGram, or EKG ElectroKardioGram: heart monitor

Coincidence: Within a week of this happening. I just turn the channel on to Coronation Street, and right then a young woman in red dress was sitting on a chairwith her legs up on a table, at an outdoor cafe. That is a sign that I got it right.

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Bif Naked

I went to see Bif Naked at the local nightclub. The concert was one of the greatest experiences of my life. I loved every minute of it.

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Dream, Tess, Tuesday June 16, 2009

Dream Tess June 16, Tuesday, 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Dream Tuesday, 16 2009

I see my friend Tess from work. I follow her. At the middle of the block, on the West side of the street, on the Southwest corner of Princess and Georgia Street in Vancouver. She just bought some crack and was about to smoke it with a friend. I follow her up stairs and into an alcove, like a workshed. She was wearing a white puffy jacket. Curled hair. Can I have some too? I said. Of course, she said.
I look at Tressy. I think I am feeling normal now, I won't feel so good after I smoke the crack. I probably won't like Tess afterwards, if she smokes the crack, and that is whether or not I light up also.
Her friend, a Native guy shows up. They light the pipe. I see a ball point pen, and at one end, was the white piece of crack, held in Tess' mouth, which Tess lit. They smoke. First Tess, then the Native. Then I walk out of the shed closing the door behind me. Hippy, South America, I don't smoke cocaine.
Then the three of us were at a house. Tess and the guy just smoked some crack. Then me and Tressy teleport to the next room, a living room. I said, I don't like smoking crack. The coming down part is the worst.
Then Tess said. That was a downer. I don't like that. Why don't you get out now? Get out, buggerboy.
I thought my suspicions that I would not like her on crack are confirmed.
What did you call me?
I was walking out the back door, looking back into the room and saw Tess, she said.
Buggerboy, your father broke his leg.
Then I went back in. Why did you call me bug? I said angrily. Then I said to her angrily, "Bug, B J*, Boaz Ja-in, the freemasons."
The Native friend who was with her, telepathed to me, hey what's up. A little angry, but not totally angry.

I left out the front door this time. The stairs of the Strathcona Elementary school, not the corner stairs the stairs directly outside the front of the building, at Keefer Street and Jackson Avenue in Vancouver. I am never going there again. I walk through, thinking. I know now what I should have said to her, I should have called her boring, a waste of time."

Then I see a large swing, at the Southeast corner of the street that is one block North of Broadway, and two blocks East of Oak Street in Vancouver. Then I stand up on the swing and holding the chains, I recall the whole event with Tess. At least I am not there now. At least I am free now. At least I am here now and in my element about to play on a swing. I swing up high, turn around look down on the ground and the swing plummets again and then goes into an upswing again. I sing the song, in the dream, under my breath, Smoke on the Water. They all came down from Montreaux........

*I was trying to say that the word bug was, I felt to be a secret reference to the pillars of Freemasonry, Boaz and Jachin. The g in the word bug, lower case g, if you take away the 'o' part of the letter g, you are left with j. I would not be writing this, but that it appeared in a vivid dream......

Interpretation: I should not get to know this Tess too much. Any path with her, followed long enough will include the occasional smoking of crack cocaine.

I can't make heads or tails out of my dreams. That's precisely the problem. Heads or tails are things of the third dimension. In the fifth dimension, heads or tails are irrelevant.
A lot of it is wordplay.

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Dream June 21, 2009 Sunday afternoon

On a bed, with a lamp on a stand made of the same material as the walls is on the left of the bed. I am making out with a dark haired lady, fat, in her 40s. She is taking off her clothes. I say to her, "What about your husband?"
She says, "He is not coming back until 7:30." I sensed that it was 11 in the evening as she said this.

Then I had a shower with a young thin blonde girl. Naked in the shower, I grab her breasts from behind.

Later on, at at dining room, I see an open door and some people leaving. I thought it was maybe the dark haired girl, but then to my surprise, the young blonde whom I just had a shower with pokes her head into the room and waves "Hi!"

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This is a sketch for an idea for an animated cartoon which I am not going to do. It is called 5,000 Miles to Neverland and it is about a group of Michael Jackson impersonators who rob a bank. However, that idea has already been used, that is why I am not doing the cartoon.

Since anything is possible with cartoons, as in the picture above, Michael Jackson makes a cameo appearance as a fast car driving, gun toting vigilante. You can see the gun on the dashboard.

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Drafted

2009-05-30T16:36:00.000-07:00

Drafted

Drafted from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Drafted, in black and white as it was meant to be seen.

Drafted colorized version from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

The original colourized version.

My first short film using live actors.

I plan to do at least one more film with Wesley. My idea for the next film is me caving into the modern Hollywood standard. Instead of making yet another erudite art film, I am going to make movie about a coke dealer and an undercover cop. Either me or Wesley will be either the coke dealer or the undercover cop.

I will go to a toy store and get some fake guns. The thing is not to film with fake guns around anywhere that the Police might be. If they see people skulking around with fake guns and meanwhile the director is saying, Run around outside that store with the fake guns like you are about to rob the place. We will do the interior shots later. I will be across the street and doing a zoom shot. Well, shit like that is an example of what NOT to do when filming.

The Greyhound bus can or can not have something to do with it. That would be nice, the narrator buzzing on about how the coke dealer is coming into a small town wanting to flip a bag of coke. The cocaine will be bag of Robin Hood flour in a ziploc baggie. The coke dealer arrives at the bus stop. Meanwhile the undercover cop is already waiting there because somehow he knew that the coke dealer would arrive. How? Well that is what I am going to have to figure out in the next few weeks. Know that this story of the black guy getting a conscription letter was one that I had to turn over in my mind over the last few weeks.
Over the next few weeks, I will have to think about the details about the next story. I should try to see if I could get Robert Portman and anyone else involved with the project too.
Intro, coke dealer, and undercover cop.
Plot advances: The dealer makes a few deals at the bar. The undercover cop watches.
Climax: A gunfight. The undercover cops shots the coke dealer. Like Miami Vice.
Filmed very quickly and discreetly. I work fast. The entire video of Drafted, the principal photography was completed in less than an hour.
Resolution: The streets of this town is awash in crime. It is up to the vigilance of the Drug Squad to keep dangerous drugs like cocaine off the streets.

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A martial arts inspired dance

2009-05-30T12:53:00.000-07:00

A martial arts inspired dance.

Riverdance, without a river from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

This could only ever be called martial arts inspired because anyone who actually tries to use these moves in an actual streetfight will be in real trouble.
After years of being weaned on MA movies, monkey see monkey do, or else monkey style see monkey style do.

This is just a dance. A lot of dances use high kicks like the Irish riverdance, and also the old can can that the Alaska Yukon girls used to do.

These kicks are shoddy. I didn't even do stretching exercises before this, and wearing blue jeans.

....not bad for someone who is pushing 40.

These are not real martial arts moves. These are dance moves and also moves that could be used to resemble martial arts in the movies. Martial arts is a kind of Bertoldt Brechtian distancing device.

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Walter Wright Pioneer Village

2009-05-19T01:40:00.000-07:00

Walter Wright Pioneer Village

Walter Wright Pioneer Village from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

On a show named Breaking Bad, Walter White is a chemistry teacher who cooks up drugs in his spare time to supplement his income.

In this town named Dawson Creek, Walter Wright was a pioneer. And in this town, there is a theme park named after him.

In this village, there is old fashioned splendour in the form of rustic picturesque buildings which line the promenade. The wooden sidewalks which line this street of buildings from the 1800s brings to mind scenes from a lot of Westerns.

Original old buildings from the period have been transported here so that this theme park can transport people back in time to a much simpler and less electronic era.
Some Churches, a fire hall, a blacksmith shop, and an old time school are amongst the architecture that is featured here.

It was snowing on this particular day, however this weather is quite beautiful and does add a kind of effect to enhance this documentary.

The Walter Wright Pioneer Village will be open for visitors for this year's summer tourist season.

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Royal Dream

2009-05-06T12:39:00.000-07:00

Royal Dream

Before I go on, the next film project will be megaprojects. I am planning to do films that are at least an hour in length. When the chapters are all done and strung together for the final result along with the credits, and any musical segments, the result can be quite spectacular and amazing.

"There is no such thing as a finished film. There are only just projects walked away from." George Lucas

I decided to abandon Ape and Essence for the topic was too dark and I did not want to dwell on such dark topics for the necessary few days or weeks required to do a one hour cartoon.

The projects I am going to do are, Animal Farm; George Orwell, A Simple Plan; Scott Smith. Cartoons at least an hour in length, possibly two hours. This will take weeks but when it is finished, it will be something.

During those times, I can pay the $10 a month to upload videos onto megavideo which would accept videos that are an hour or more in length, and vimeo and CWEBtv. I would upload them onto YouTube only in chapters, and only the spoken narrated segments, and not any segments that include music. Any music clips uploaded onto YouTube are done on a presumed basis that YouTube will remove the audio completely for the entire video, including spoken parts and other music.

The next cartoon, which will be at least an hour long, will not appear for weeks, maybe even a couple of months, but that is usual. A Hollywood director like Steven Spielberg would do a two hour movie, and he would typically take months, maybe even a couple of years. People are used to that. A film short of a few minutes every couple of days, that's just not the same in scope and grandeur as a one and a half hour movie every couple of months. A movie every couple of days?! With some two hour Hollywood movie projects, a couple of days is spent in just travelling to the set location alone! Which is what I am doing. When it starts out, it seems not very developed or evolved, but once the movie starts getting some legs.... the mid point is the most satisfying of all. When one is fully into the flow. The last part is just knowing that there is just a few strokes left. That's all. A bittersweet moment.
Then back to the primeval nebulous uncertain point of being at the unevolved start of the next film project.

Royal Dream from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

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Granville Street Dream
Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Dream: Granville St from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Dream May 6th, Wednesday

At Main and Hastings outside Carnegie, someone, Lee Donahue needs to ride the bus to Granville. Why don't we walk to the bus stop outside where you actually live, outside the Four Sisters Social Housing CoOp there is a bus stop. He says, no we can ride the bus from Main and Hastings here, that will take us to Granville Street.

At Granville Street, walking South, at Granville and Dunsmuir, the road is blocked, construction wood horses blocking the road. A makeshift wood fence. Lying laterally, running from East to West, is a brown, rusted steel path. Road severely under construction. I walk along this rusted steel path going West and just into the department store, The Bay. I think, "If I ride the 8:30 Greyhound bus back to Dawson Creek, I can get there in time for work tomorrow. But it has to be the 8:30 in the evening bus, because if I ride the 8:30 in the morning bus, that would not work, but maybe in the dreamworld, I could perhaps get away with riding the 8:30 Greyhound bus in the morning from Vancouver to Dawson Creek."

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Dream May 7, 2009 Thursday

Dream, Thursday, May 7, 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Dream: Thursday, May 7th

Watching a movie at a movie theatre. The others in the audience, I am thinking, "They will be watching an animated cartoon with a cartoon animator present, me.!"

Later, I remember getting ready to board a plane, and then later, actually boarding this small plane getting ready for another trip to Vancouver. A girl who was with me earlier in the movie theatre is there already on the plane. I get on and sit in the second row, in the centre. The girl is sitting to my right. Then all of a sudden to my left, a Mexican guy just sits besides me. I can feel his shoulders next to mine, he is a big Mexican, wearing a puffy black jacket and a big mane of black hair, seen only from the back.

Southwest corner of 108th Ave and 13th Street in Dawson Creek. I look out the front of the window. Country roads, a yellow grain colour predominately colours the landscape. In the distance, driving from right to left, is a truck, Wright's Food Service, and when I look, I see Denny, the truck driver. It is actually Denny!

At Vancouver, I start walking. I go to a Library. At the Library, I see a barebreasted Librarian, reddish brown hair, young beautiful, with small perky tits, so perky, they were conical. Nice round red nipple and wearing yellow shorts.

I wonder whether I should leave so soon since I just got here. At the Southwest corner of Carrall and Cordova. Sensing that it is about 4:20 pm then, and that just a couple hours later, at 8:30 pm, the Greyhound Bus leaves. I lamented the quickness of the trip arriving to Vancouver, resenting the much longer and much more grueling return trip on the bus ahead.

I am in my hotel room at Main and Hastings, watching porn.

I wonder if I should walk on the beach, Portside Park beach, since I have just so much time in Vancouver, which is not much.

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Dream Friday May 8, 2009

Dream Friday May 8 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Friday, May 8, 2009 Dream:

At a high school walking down the hall. I see a red haired girl teenage student, long red hair wearing blue-grey sweatshirt. "The last time I was here, these people were in grade 9. Now they are in grade 12. Oh well, that's normal."

Walk into the last classroom down the hall, on the right. In the classroom. I say hello to Laureena, telling her this is the last time I will ever see her. I say hello to Selena too.

Then into a downstairs urinal I was at before. I had some money with me. There are two people already there. A guy who said he was from El Salvador at the toilet stall to my right, and another guy, a janitor, behind me, but right outside the toilet stall I was at. When I leave the El Salvador guy asks me for my money. I tell him to fuck off and run outside. There is another guy, Native, pockmarked face, black shaker knit sweater, he asks me for money. He has big hands. He pushes me backwards. We fall on the streets, and fight. I push his hands, holding a gun towards him. I push his hands, his hands are losing the gun is pointed upside down at himself and the gun goes off and he shoots himself in the head!!

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Dream June 2009

Dreams June 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Dream June 5th Friday

Walking up a hill with some friends.
Walking uphill but looking downhill a car races fast downhill. Car accident. Then a police car with flashing blue and red lights races downhill after that car.
On top of the hill a friend crosses the street. Boing from SE to NE corner of the street.
No its not that way.

A friend finds a toy model truck, only the back part, a rectangular piece of plastic, hollow, painted white, blue stripe and then red stripe bordering it. And there is a small black switch. The truck is going whoo whoo whoo, a police siren sound as it is a toy model of a police truck. And as my friend flicks the small black switch to the side, the whoo whoo whoo sounds turn off.

At a Vietnamese Sunday Church service. Narrator narrates "Vince, the long lost son who spent years in a group home is present. The mother who was missing for 30 years is here. And the adoptive mother is here as ever."
All of these are Oriental people.

Driving down a street, resembling Prior St going West. I Narrate, "I have been here before, on a trip up North to Prince River. Prince Rupert was close to this very small settlement. The houses which the White people live in are painted white and the houses that the Natives live in are painted blue. There are also some brown, natural wood coloured houses, square natural wood tiled houses. In the North the houses all wind up looking like this as this kind of architecture is really common up here."

Dream Saturday June 6, 2009

I was at a room where there was my father's deathbed. A hospital room. A nurse is there. I am at the foot of the bed. I could not see my father, he is lying down flat. A nurse is at his right side looking at him. Dark haired, Oriental nurse. Young.

I speak to him, "Dad, I love you." He sat up, as if he was using an adjustable bed. His face was red and bloated. He did not look good. He said, "This is the last time you will ever see me." He turned over to the left.

I said, "Dad, recline on your right side! The Buddha, the Tibetan Book of the Dead says to recline on your right side!"
He rolled over to the right side, and said, audibly, "Thank you."

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The Dawson Creek Museum 2009

2009-05-05T22:08:00.000-07:00

The Dawson Creek Railway Museum

Dawson Creek Museum 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

This is a documentary about a museum. A museum which gets visited every so often.

Dawson Creek is a town in Northern Canada. About eleven thousand residents live a relatively undisturbed and happy life here.

The museum is open from 8am to 7 pm during the summer. The entrance to the museum is easily found in front of the museum.

A rich display of stuffed animals and lots of birds adorn the main hallway.

Grouse, ptarmigans, a snowy owl, little field sparrows and a great seagull form the taxidermic aviary of this wonderous museum.

A massive mammoth tusk from about a million years ago, dwarfing the visitors that stand next to it and view it.

The twentieth century is well represented here.

A kitchen exhibit which shows the finery of the period.

A dining room area which has lots of fine paintings and prints hanging on the wall.

The typewriters and telegraph machines underscore that this museum used to be a train station.

I leave the museum again for another year.

Dream May 2, 2009

2009-05-04T11:25:00.000-07:00

Dream, May 2, 2009

May 2, 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Dream May 2nd, intensely vivid feverish.

A Skunk. I get a skunk in a wire metal cage also two guinea pigs a male and a female. Later under the blankets, I look for the animals. The cages are together. The male skunk has bitten the male guinea pig in the guts. Messy, splotchy purply round blood stains on the guinea pigs belly. The skunk is about disembowelled, I see light green gelatinous guts with curls. The female is standing off to the side, as if it, being a female was simply above doing something like that. I decide to release the skunk. I look in the room, oh no the skunk cage has teleported to just the right of the door and has the wire cage meshdoor open. I open the door of my room and go into the hall. The skunk follows me out. I go out through the back door. I release the skunk out side.The skunk chases me, I feel it's front paws at the back of my pants as it is in a standing position, pawing at me. I fly back up onto the railing and into my room. I look out the window, people in an alley. "A skunk!" "It's there under the truck." another person says.

I fly around. I was at a place with some Chinese people there. All kinds of people I explain about the skunk. My Philippines coworker Case and his European girlfriend are there. They say that they need to spend the night. This was the party to celebrate my first night in living in a two bedroom apartment. I feel uncomfortable. Some Chinese ladies say that I am old and that I smell, although this reminds me of a line from Stanley Kubrick's Killer's Kiss.

I fly out of there to somewhere else. Up the street. Flying, laughing. The I remember to go back there and ask about something, probably the skunk. I go back to that area. I ask someone "Where is the strange Church?"

At one point, a dog chases me. I thought of the skunk. I fly up a small hill. On top of the hill behind a cement fencepost and a chainlink fence that guards an alley between two houses. I see the dog run up the hill and leap onto the fencepost. I fly backwards and I see that the dog can fly too! As it flies at me!

At an apartment room. My apartment room. Different. Along Fir and 11th in Vancouver. I look out the window. To the Southeast was a large brick apartment building, corner building. On the North side, two large windows, two of a set were lighted. Otherwise, all night dark.

Flying some more, though neighbourhoods, I am narrating now, knowing that my moving physical, not dreamworld, mouth and words will be heard in the real world on the other side. I am flying, flying, ha ha ha, through neighbourhoods. I fly though a yard, right, then I see the side of a house, left, then through a solid wooden fence gate, and then right and then left and then right again.

I see strange vehicles on the road. One of them is a red van with a World War Two german jeep grill, Mad Max, but all red, windows black, on the driver and passenger front windows, and no other windows. In front of it, as if it were pulling it was a much smaller cube car, also all red.

Narrate, I am flying at Napier and Commercial. Then into a house. Narrating, flying. I see some people from the party earlier. I fly towards the front door, linnoleum floor, small red and yellow and orange sesame seed shaped specks in a thin black outline. fly back into the house, I see two black people, one moving in from the left to right, profile, Jamaican, tall, in profile, I can see the light accentuate his body, especially the abs. Dark kitchen room. Light coming in only from another room to the right. And on the kitchen counter sitting down, and wearing a khaki olive canvas army jacket, was the black guy King from the movie Platooon.

I fly out the door, this time it is pitch black night outside. I fly upwards going straight up. Nope. Still too black and I can see the house, thin light lines accentuating it slightly in an otherwise totally pitch black night. This scares me. I remember the microthought that I thought at the time, "I know the dreamworld well, I am used to Spring mornings, or at least some kind of light. I have never seen this pitch black before. I don't think this is good. I also remembered at the time, that it is a very important thing not to let fear enter into this; do not show fear." I go to the front yard fence of the house, at the left fencepost as I am walking back into the house, I open the door and see a slight light, the same light.A living room pitch black, behind the living room is a dining room, where the Jamaican and King the actor were this room also dark, and to the right of that is the lighted kitchen where the party and the people were. Anyways I look in for a second.

Then back to the left front fencepost. I have to wake up, this is a dream, I have to shake myself awake. I don't want to be in this pitch black night near a house full with strangers whom I don't even know.

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arcade of spade

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May 3, 2009

At a bookstore, Northwest corner of Cambie and Hastings, I walk up the stairs to a set of double doors. A hallway stairway. I turn around and say out loud to the people shopping down there. "I am in Vancouver now, but I am going back to Dawson Creek tonight on the plane. I am always saying that in my dreams! Windows opening to a view of Hastings Street at Cambie. Cenotaph corner. In the main floor of the bookstore, empty except for few boxes on the floor. Support pillars. At the back of the store, an old man bookstore owner sitting behind a large desk. I walk to him and tell him that I am indeed going back to Dawson Creek tonight.

I walk down the street, Prior Street in Vancouver, going West.Light, magic hour, around 9 pm in the summer, dusk.
North side of the street. Four blocks before Gore and Prior, I am walking. I hear a voice yell "Dean!" I look around. A male Chinese voice. I look again and I see a former high school student leaning out of a window. I say hi back to that person.

Walk down the street more. A couple of guys walk onto the street to say hello. Gays. One guy is white, brown hair, blue jacket. Stepping out onto the street, was the other guy, if you could call it that. A transvestite. Chinese, he had a crew cut hairstyle and he was wearing a thin silver necklace with three or four silver rods hanging from it, each rod spaced a couple of inches apart on the necklace, and a gold brocade dress. Little gold squares altogether forming a dress.
I say hello to be friendly, but I walk on, shuddering, thinking, visiting Vancouver, the astral version of Vancouver or otherwise, you would run into people like that.

Across the street, the South side of the street, I see a bunch of Chinese girls from high school. They appear to be older than high school, early twenties. But the thing is, these people presumably still alive today, would be my age, about 40 years old. One guy is amongst them. I see them and they see me but I thought while in the dreamworld, pretty much what I think in the waking world is that knowing those people again would be a regression. They sense my hesitation of them and hate me for it. Then I reach Gore street, as the street arcs North.

At one point in the dream I remember walking down a mud path, like a construction worker's path, orange things in the road, my thoughts, "I wish I had a couple of thousand dollars so then I could go to Thailand again. Bangkok knows how to protect Chinese people from the Chinese tongs."

Note: In the dreamworld you can run into all kinds of weird characters. You must be fearless to describe them.

After death, one is a spirit like a whirling dustcloud, flying from this location to that location where a single thought can send you to the other side of the planet. This is from the Tibetan Book of the Dead. They certainly knew a thing or two about astral projection and the nature of spirit in the spirit world.

I tend to wander around aimlessly in my dreams. Shamans know the dreamworld so well, they know where they want to go in advance. It is like a ship where just a slight turn of the wheel gives way to the most violent turn to the right or to the left.

The mind consciously thinks of a place that it wants to go to, but within that thought, there are ten subthoughts about ten different places which one does not even realize because it is in the subconscious, but guess what, one goes there!

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Mark Stanley Roy

2009-04-27T15:49:00.000-07:00

Mark Stanley Roy 1964 - 2002

Note: I am not using megavideo anymore. You can not upload videos onto their site unless you pay. My videos have not been appearing on megavideo even after I uploaded them. There are tons of free video uploading sites.

Mark Stanley Roy from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Dreams of my friend Mark Roy, since he died in May, 2002. The video says 2003, yet, come to think of it, he died in 2002 in Vancouver.

The first dream I had of Mark was in the summer of 2003, a couple of months after he died. I was in Thailand at the time. Mark was at the Royal Bank on Main and Hastings;
Me: Mark, you are alive. And you look well. That means you haven't died.
Mark: That's right.
Me: That means the trip to the hospital wasn't real and I can see you and again like before.
Mark: No......
In another dream, me and Mark, shooting cocaine, sitting at a table.
In another dream, angry in life, angry after death, Mark and I are in a room. There is a mattress on the floor next to an open doorway.
Angry Mark says, "It's under the quilt!!!"
I look and find a white plastic tube about seven inches in circumference and telescoping in one place. It is liquid cocaine, and then there is a leak and water erupts out.
The way Mark said, "It's over there! It's under the quilt!!!" That's classic Mark. Mark Stanley Roy.

I see my friend Mark Roy. He died in May, 2003. In the dream, he is wearing a thin sporty windbreaker jacket, cut up into three large flourescent colour swathes; white, pastel reddish purple, and pastel blue. Mark walks with me, intimating that he wants to do drugs with me just like old times. I remember thinking in my mind that, too bad I don't do still have the bag of ecstacy, because I could get Mark to trade that for some crack, then no, I don't really want to be smoking crack, and I don't exactly want to be talking with Mark, either.
So I start flapping my arms and flying up, remembering that I am pretty good when it comes to flying and astral projection.
Mark says, "That's right, Just start flack, flacking away." Although I think he said, "Yeah, that's right, just start flapping away."

Mark Roy dream voice from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Tuesday, April 29th 2009, the day after making the video Mark Stanley Roy, I guess in general, I must be thinking of Mark.
This morning, hazy sleepy, in a dream state, I casually thought of Mark, and I thought the question, "If I am a loser, should I kill myself?"
I heard Mark's voice say, and kind of angrily, "Not now....." Not "Not now...." as in don't commit suicide now, "Not now....." as in don't even be asking that question now! Which was exactly how he used to talk.

I had to record the video to show exactly how he said, "Not now!" Angry, snarky, Marky.

Also, telepathically, I got a little bit of, "....as a spiritual guide, or your friend from this side of the dead, you are at a stage in your existence where you are not supposed to ask questions about death like this at this time."

Maybe also "Not now, for Christ's sake you are about to wake up!"

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Ebay Dissatisfied Customer

2009-04-09T23:14:00.001-07:00

Ebay Dissatisfied Customer

Ebay Dissatisfied Customer from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

A scene between the Prince of whichever region in Germany, and the Count de Chevalier. The Prince says, "I cannot say how, but I believe that you have cheated me. If you wish to the money now you will have to fight me. If not, I will pay you something another time."
"Your Grace, I deny your accusation and if I am to be so tame as to accept such an accusation, I would be forced to give up an honourable and lucrative profession."

The German Count: Ebay buyer
The Chevalier: Ebay seller

A month ago, I placed an order on ebay. I am seriously wondering as to whether I will actually get it.

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I have to remix this tonight using a much better lighting and technological foliage system.

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Apuppetscalypse Now

2009-04-08T21:29:00.000-07:00

Apuppetscalypse Now

Apuppetscalypse Now from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Opening scenes of the jungle, the doors the end playing.

Narrator, Benjamin Mallard: Saigon, shit, still only in Saigon. Everytime I think I was back in the jungle. I hardly spoken a word to my wife in months, but when I did she said yes to a divorce. It was worst after my first tour of duty. When I was here, I wanted to be there, and when I was there, all I could think about was getting back into the jungle. I've been sitting here a week now, waiting for a mission. Getting softer. Every minute Charlie squats out there in the bush, he grows stronger, while I sitting here in this hotel room gets weaker. I can feel the walls move in around me.

Radio: Sector delta charlie, communication, july 22nd, 1965.
I watched a snail, crawling on the edge of a straightrazor, crawling, slithering on the end of a straightrazor and surviving. That is why we must incinerate them, cow after cow, village after village. And they call me a murderer? What do you call it when the murderer calls a murderer a murderer. A lie, that is what it is, and we must be merciful to those who lie. I hate them, those Nabobs.

GD Spradlamb: Walt Kurtz was an outstanding officer, brilliant in every way. But lately, his methods, his reasons, have become .....unsound.

Benjamin Mallard: Unsound, sir?

GD Spradlamb: Walt Kurtz is about to be arrested for murder.

Benjamin Mallard: Murder? Murdered who? I don't understand, sir.

GD Spradlamb: See in this war, things get confused out there, ethics, morality, and good does not always win. Sometimes the dark side overcomes what Lincoln called the better angels of our nature. You see, Mallard, every man has a breaking point. You and I have one. Walt Kurtz has reached his and he has definitely gone insane.

Jerry: Terminate with extreme prejudice.

Kildog: Vin din lop, vin din drop, all those gook names sound the same.

Mallard: Kildog had a strange light around him. You knew that he was going to come out of this without a scratch.

Kildog: We'll pilot and drop off that boat anywhere you want, young captain.

The next day:

Kildog: See that?

That's napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like it. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. I remember once we bombed this hill and when it was over, there was not one stinking dink body. A hill, a whole hill! That gasoline smell! Smells like..... victory! One day this war is going to be over, son.

Playboy bunnies, Mallard in the crowd.

Mr Kurtz: Where are you from sir?

Mallard: Ohio.

Kurtz: I remember sailing down the Ohio River and there were fresh ....gardenias.
Are you a soldier or a mercenary?

Mallard: I am a soldier, sir.

Kurtz: You are neither. You are a grocery clerk sent to collect a bill.

Later,

Kurtz, quoting TS Eliot: We are the hollow men, we are the stuffed men, leaning together, headpiece full of straw, alas our....

Still later,

Kurtz: They tell us to drop bombs on children, but they won't let us write "fuck" on our airplanes.

Willard, the killing stroke.

"The horror, the horror,"

A shot of Angkor Thom; the Bayon.

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Duckface the handpuppet

2009-04-08T01:43:00.000-07:00

Duckface the handpuppet

Duckface from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

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Black Prison Dream

2009-04-03T16:31:00.003-07:00

Black Prison Dream

Black Prison Dream from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Dream: April 2nd, Thursday, 2009

Prison riot. Three black prisoners are directed to this room. With tinted glass on one side. The other side a wall. On the other side of the glass wall of the prisoners, outside of the room they are in, there is a larger gymnasium room measuring 50 feet x 50 feet. There is a prison riot going on. The room measures 20 feet x 5 feet. The three black prisoners are sleeping in sleeping bags. Then someone comes and says, "It is your turn." Then one of the black prisoners has to lean against a wall, sitting down on an invisible chair, in other words, no chair. Below him is a long shard of glass. He must not sit down, or get impaled by the glass. After some time, the guy who came into the room says to another black prisoner, "It's your turn." Then one of the black prisoners replaces the other, as if on sentinel duty.
Then a coach comes into the room and disperses the entire thing. At the same time, the riot outside the room completely stopped and the room was cleared of any people.
He said that an athlete must get the maximum rest and to not exert themselves nor do anything too strenuous. He then looked at the athletes and said, "What have you been doing with yourselves?" When he saw that they had to do that excercise with sitting above the glass, he realized that they indeed had been exerting themselves! And that is when I woke up, laughing in my sleep. Hilarious!

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Dreams April 20, 21, 2009

Dreams April 20, 21, 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Sitting with a group of people, young people in early twenties like field trip leaders or else young Police academy cadets in training. A couple of guys a couple of girl, they wore sweat shirts, shorts and caps. We were all sitting on a carpeted floor in an airport, then teleport to a bus going up Granville and Broadyway in Vancouver, heading South, the bus just behind the lights at the Northern intersection of Granville and Broadway. I saw, at the airport, "Most towns I travelled to were pretty nice. Vancouver, you are coasting along normally, and then unpleasant surprise." I continue on, on the bus along Granville, as the bus is going uphill, "But even this town, Dawson Creek, I want to leave because when I am here, I think of committing suicide."

Looking out the window, a bearded guy next to me, the janitor Paul, says, "See that?" I see at least one lighted mountain hill with lights. Bear mountain, I thought. "Anyways, there is a road that runs to the mountain and then goes right, West, that way, to the coast. Then there is another road going East to the centre of Canada. This was in the 1800s before paved roads." he said.

In a roomful of people, against a wall is a slightly fat girl with brown hair. I go to her and hug her. She says, "Since we like each other so much, why don't we go upstairs?" She is leading the way, holding my hand. We turn left, through the crowd. Then left again, going up a dark set of stairs as there is a wall between the stairs, and the hazy morning lit crowd of people with brown mahogany wooden floors.

A large room with a couch and a television on a stand in the centre of the room. Three college kids are there, lounging about.

Me and her go into a room to the left, door open. On the opposite wall of the door is a window in the centre, a mattress on the floor to the right of the window. Me and her lie down there. This mattress is lying width wise. Then we teleport to another mattress across the room, against the wall that the door is, lying lengthwise. There is a knock on the door. An old woman appears. She has a round 'afro' looking, but not type round wispy old people's hairdo. I moved so fast that she did not think that just a split second ago, me and the girl were together.

Then I am in a room. I see someone I knew before. Juan B. But he looks older now, more distinguished. Before, he was a baby fat, blubbery kind of guy.

Then teleport to a beach, this guy Juan is across from me, sitting on a low wooden platform. I am sitting on a wooden platform too. Then there appears his brother Jose to my right, and he is looking older, more distinguished. I knew them 20 years ago when they were in their twenties, they are now in their forties.

Then some girls in bikinis, at a distance, run over. I see that there is going to be much more than one girl to one guy, more like a lot of girls to one guy. I am sitting on a bench at the same beach, ie teleport to a bench a short distance away, on the same beach. That slightly fat girl with brown hair from before is sitting with me, and I am thinking, "Even though I am with this fat girl, I would still like to try some of the thin young girls that are coming over now."

I start walking towards them. A lady asks if I want something to drink, alcohol. I turn around and see a bunch of wine bottles and plastic cups half full of red wine. I say, "Sure, actually come to think of it, no, because I am drunk enough already."

I go to sit on the shore line of the beach, with the waves lapping at my feet. There is a crowd of people. To my left is a group of college students, mostly women, a couple of adults. Then to my right were a bunch of children. They were joking, asking riddles. I knew that they knew that I was a famous director, I remember thinking in that moment, in the midst of the dream, "I know they don't expect me to act out any of my films any more than George Lucas at an amusement park or a beach would be expected to act out scenes from STAR WARS."

Dream Monday April 20, 2009

At a shop looking at something. In the same bin, just over were some ping pong balls. Then teleport away to a mall department store where there are three boxes next to each other. To the right was an escalator. In the middle box was, "Christmas presents for ages 15 to 21 years old." I pull out a present. There is a cellophane wrapped package with a label '40' written on it. In the center is a Santa on a copper coloured lid.

Note: Notice that Jennifer Love Hewitt on the Ghost Whiperer never, ever quotes the ghosts verbatim. That is because this is signifies that she only ever receives a strong telepathic impulse from the ghosts. A ghost would say, "I think about her all the time, she is always in my thoughts, my essence, through this timeless wandering through eternity." "What did he say?" the petitioner asks. Then Jennifer Love Hewitt says, "He misses you."

The Word was God. And the Word was with God. I like to think that this means the difference between telepathy and the spoken word. In a way, telepathy is more exact than the spoken word, but also in a way, telepathy is much less exact than the spoken word, which was perhaps why the spoken word, ie this dimension was created by God. Who else created it?

Telepathy is God's language.

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Dream April 23, 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

At a poetry store, or something. A mother and daughter reading poetry. When it is over, one poem presents itself as a blue and white stocking, another one a red stocking.

Hastings St. An apartment high up above Hastings Street has a ledge and open window. Two people from the now closed Save-On Meats, including the short old guy Louie who owned the store and a fat female employee, walked on the ledge, moving past the open window open to the outside, even though it thinned their path for a bit, and went to the walk in fridge in the room to the left, next to the room I was in. I asked them if they were afraid of heights. They said that they had to do this all the time and was used to it.

I find some ecstacy pills, looking like flat watch batteries, on a sidewallk. I put it in a small white paper bag. There is a Thai child next to me. I say, take these and maybe you can sell them for money for yourself, don't eat them. He goes off and disappears. A second later, he comes back with three tall Thai guys. "Where did you get that ecstacy? Why did you give it to the child?"

At a Church. Strange formed pews, some at perpendicular angles to each other, rather than the usual parallel to each other. My cousin, I am not going to say her name here, because I don't want to send out any signals indicating that I may want to contact her again, because I really don't. Incidentally, I don't really believe that these so called cousins are actually related to me.
Anyways, what's her name tells me to sit over there, at the pews. I sit, and then get mad. "I don't see her very often and now she is giving me orders telling me where to sit?!" I get mad. I am getting out of here!

As I approach the double doors to leave the Church, the sidewalk of Hasting Street just outside, I look in my plastic bag to see that I have all my things. I know the dream will soon be over, and soon, I will be back in Dawson Creek, back in reallife space, rather than the dreamspace I am in now. I was aware of all this at the back of my mind, you see.

Then turn right, walk down the street. I see my friend Mark Roy. He died in May, 2003. In the dream, he is wearing a thin sporty windbreaker jacket, cut up into three large flourescent colour swathes; white, pastel reddish purple, and pastel blue. Mark walks with me, intimating that he wants to do drugs with me just like old times. I remember thinking in my mind that, too bad I don't do still have the bag of ecstacy, because I could get Mark to trade that for some crack, then no, I don't really want to be smoking crack, and I don't exactly want to be talking with Mark, either.
So I start flapping my arms and flying up, remembering that I am pretty good when it comes to flying and astral projection.
Mark says, "That's right, Just start flack, flacking away." Although I think he said, "Yeah, that's right, just start flapping away."

Why do I see Mark the junkie's ghost all the time in my dreams? Yeah, just start flapping away! is something that Mark WOULD say.

Sigh, like people at a restaurant talking about you while you are there, I have had so many ghosts in dreams talk about me in particular my activity of astral flying, that is moving my arms that I am almost nauseated by it. In one dream, a Chinese man smiles and points up, telling me telepathically, without words, to not give up but keep trying to float up. In another dream, a recent dream, a Chinese guy says, about me, "He is swimming, as I am moving my arms in a breaststroke like a green leatherback sea turtle. And as you know, in this dreams Mark says, "Yeah, that's right, just keep flap flapping away." as I move my arms to alight and take flight away from there.

The first dream I had of Mark was in the summer of 2003, a couple of months after he died. I was in Thailand at the time. Mark was at the Royal Bank on Main and Hastings;
Me: Mark, you are alive. And you look well. That means you haven't died.
Mark: That's right.
Me: That means the trip to the hospital wasn't real and I can see you and again like before.
Mark: No......
In another dream, me and Mark, shooting cocaine, sitting at a table.
In another dream, angry in life, angry after death, Mark and I are in a room. There is a mattress on the floor next to an open doorway.
Angry Mark says, "It's under the quilt!!!"
I look and find a white plastic tube about seven inches in circumference and telescoping in one place. It is liquid cocaine, and then there is a leak and water erupts out.
The way Mark said, "It's over there! It's under the quilt!!!" That's classic Mark. Mark Stanley Roy.

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The Warlock's Hairy Heart

2009-04-03T00:21:00.000-07:00

The Warlock's Hairy Heart
From Tales of Beedle The Bard, JK Rowling

The Warlock's Hairy Heart from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

There was once a Prince who lived in a castle. He turned to the Dark Arts and summoned a potion to make him immune to love which he thought made his friends look silly.
"I need a potion to make me immune to love which is work and leads to children and family, which is a hassle."
He drinks down the potion.
One day, two of his servants were talking. One pitied him for, in spite of having wealth, had been unable to attain a bride. The other openly laughed at him.
One day, at a dance, while showing off his moves, he met a fine lady.
He offered to take her downstairs to show her his heart. She thought, how original, not knowing that he was being literal when he said this.
Downstairs, in a box, was his heart which he showed her. It was withered from being away from a human for so long and it had grown hairy because it had acquired a beastly nature.
The lady begged him to put the heart back into his chest.
"But if the heart is in there, that means you don't have a heart?! You should put that heart back where it belongs!"

So he took out a dagger, cut open his chest, and put that heart back in his chest and as soon as he did, because of the beastly nature he had, he killed the woman he was with like a wolf, biting her in the neck. She died.
In a bloody heap, he tried to cut out the beast heart and replace it with the lady's heart of which he had also cut open her chest with a knife and cut out her heart.
That is when the other guests of the party arrived and witnessed this scene.

Albus Dumbledore's notes on The Warlock's Hairy Heart
This story addresses one of the greatest temptations of magic. The quest for invulnerability.
No human has ever escaped some form of injury be it physical, mental or emotional. To hurt is as human to breathe. However, this wizard sees love as a kind of humiliation.

Remember Adalbert Waffling's Fundamental Law of Magic:

Tamper with the deepest mysteries - the source of life, the essence of self - only if prepared for the consequences of the most extreme and dangerous kind.

Remember,

my maiden Aunt Honoria once called off a wedding to a man whom she discovered had a hairy heart. It was rumoured however that she caught him fondling horklumps which are pink, bristly mushroom like creatures and why anyone would want to fondle something like that.....

Afterword: Closing credits:

JK Rowling wrote this book in 2007 which she had seven handwritten copies, six of which she had given to friends and the seventh which was eventually auctioned for $2 million dollars.
In 2008, she released the novel for general publication, of which here is a copy!
I bought it at a bookstore about four months ago. I was wondering whether or not to do a cartoon of this, however, looking on YouTube, I saw that a few other people had made some cartoons of Harry Potter, so I thought, then I could do one.

narrating closing segment for Warlock's Hairy Heart from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.vimeo.com/3985979

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Voices

2009-03-31T17:13:00.001-07:00

A new film, from the Kubrickian director, Dean Noble.

Voices from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=KIYB742R

"road to Road Trip Colour Performance"

"Oggilante vanilla."

"Anyone could train you but nobody could guide you like Kubrick who would be a personal egotist for the film. That film has better light. Words are gonna come out. In other words a new born baby is going to come out."

A cartoon scene of a dream. Sitting on the stairs with my friend at his parent's house.
"By what shows much plays much."

A picture of beer bottles emerge. Narrator, yours truly's voice, "And to that extent, beers."

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Down's Syndrome

2009-03-27T05:15:00.000-07:00

Down's Syndrome

Down's Syndrome from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Named after Dr John Langdon Down who first diagnosed the disease in 1866.

http://www.cweb.tv/video/Downs_Syndrome

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=J6R40X8R

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The Three Cows

2009-03-07T12:19:00.000-08:00

The Three Cows

Joseph Jacobs The Three Cows complete movie

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Three Cows opening from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

3 cows intro from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

3 cows Narrated segment from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Three cows end credits from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.cweb.tv/video/The_Three_Cows

I have a new friend. www.cweb.tv

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The Cat And The Fiddle

2009-03-05T13:23:00.000-08:00

The Cat And The Fiddle

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=42FO6M6M

The Cat And The Fiddle from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Hey Diddle Diddle
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

The Cat And The Fiddle end credits from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

The Friendly Giant, opening and closing credits. Watch the closing credits. The cow jumped over the moon.

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Dream March 1, 2009

2009-03-03T01:22:00.000-08:00

Dream March 1st A Nooner

Dream, March 1, 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=2108204681256487465

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=K53PIVCN

In a living room theatre lobby. Air sword thrusts, I am not actually holding a sword. I do sword thrusts in the air, flying as I do so. But I always fall. I then do a choreography including flying sword thrusts and somersaults over sofas. Someone who happens to be standing there says, "That's pretty good."

Teleport to a park. Baseball diamond. I astral project swimming, about five feet about the ground. Then I think, if I could swim fly and not fall, why couldn't I do flying air sword thrusts and not fall, and utitilizing swimming in the air and sword thrusting at the same time, I did a few good air sword thrust moves including a good aikido move. Then I rise up a little and fly forward, fast. My aim is off and I fly into a bunch of flag poles on a street triangle, Georgia and Bute in Vancouver, near Stanley Park, I involuntarily veer to the left, nearly crashing into a building.
I fly on a see a guy who I knew as old, but looking young. European guy, with a black navy jacket, he was walking towards me, he was walking a ten speed bike the bike on his right hand side. His eyes were Oriental. He was in his 40s although now, he is in his 60s. Like as often happens when seeing someone who is in their 40s in a dream, his hair was standing straight up. Then I swim like a sea turtle, warm, vivid, I know I am astral projecting for sure, I vaguely recall that video I did The Astal Projection Swim Dance, as I was doing this, and I swim even more meaningfully. Someone unseen, Chinese, on the ground, says audibly, "Yow soy." observantly. That means swimming, like they are talking about my astral projecting swim. I then fly up a hill, Powell and Main. I see a man painting, only the back of his pants are exposed to the street. Black pants with a lattice work of vertical and horizontal blue stripes forming a grid. Pattern pants. Then I see a white car with the word Ghost painted on it in 60's style psychedelic font lettering, and coloured pastel purple as if it were placed there waiting for me. Across the street, I see a car park surrounded by a green chain link fence. Still a vivid dream, I stop in the middle of the street, looking at the painted solid yellow and broken white lines thinking, "What am I doing here? Where am I wanting to go?"

This dream is difficult to draw pictures of. Complex scenery.

*Note, never mind the form five free floating phantasms of Ghostbusters. There are many kinds of ghosts that appear in dreams. a) Wearing athletic shirts. And just who are these people wearing athletic shirts? I can't think that they are actual athletes. I don't think that the NBA would ever draft the likes of them! b)Hair standing straight up. c)With stubble. d)That 60s style lettering I have seen before in a dream; that store with the Style Council cassette tape deck. e) Southeast Asian ghosts often with sweat running down their face, sweat beads, and also tan. f) Ghosts often seem like teenagers seen from the corner of your eyes.

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Dream March 9, 2009

Dream March 9, 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

I see an old man through a store window, the barbeque pork shop on the Southwest corner of Gore and Keefer. He is wearing a plaid shirt, he is sitting bolt upright, ramrod straight, a ghostly posture.
I have seen this man before. Always that plaid shirt. My grandfather who although he died in his 80s appears in dreams in his young 60s, probably hearkening to how he appeared when I first met him.
Once when I was living at the ****** Hotel in Vancouver I had a dream of this man wearing the plaid shirt. A gentle presence. I remember waking up with tears running down my face. It was my grandfather.

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Dream February 20, 2009

2009-02-25T07:23:00.000-08:00

Dream February 20, 2009

Dream February 20, 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.vimeo.com/3365476

January 30 Afternoon. I stand with some people on a stairs landing outside of a school. We look down at an event. I walk back into the school, and walk down the hall. After a distance, the hall turns right. I walk down that hall which now has windows on the right. In the distance ahead is a set of stairs going down and double wood doors with small windows on each door. I notice that Cate is walking with me and escorting me to the stairs. When I almost get to the stairs, Cate starts to walk back to her car, parked in the parking lot. I offer to walk Cate back to her car, since she was so kind to walk me to the stairs. She says, "That's OK." Interpretation: Cate, and this may be a fictional name, and I had a fight recently. I can't believe that she appeared in my dream. Her walking me to the door means that she is sorry about the argument. Me offering to walk back with her means that I accept her apology. She saying that is I don't have to walk her back means that all is OK.

Dream Saturday February 21, 2009

I had a dream where I met this lady, kind of fat. We were on a bed. She stroked my pink cock hard. After some time I was hard enough and she sat on top of me, I could feel the 360 centripedal force all around my cock. She was sitting on my groin. Then the door opened and two guys walked in.

Interpretation: This is not the good thing it first sounds. Traditionally, in centuries past, these entities were called a succubus. A succubus is a female ghost who tries to have sex with you. For females, an incubus is a male ghost who tries to have sex with a female. Any time a ghost, some weird psychoentity tries to have sex with you, that is them displaying the mischievous side of themselves. A ghost that tries to have sex with you in your dreams is an interloper, a malingerer. When they do that, they are playing head games with you. There are many reasons why a ghost would want to have sex with you, and none of them are good. Just like there are many reasons a guy in skid row wants to inject a first time needle into a young teenage girl for the first time, and none of them good, ie either to turn her on, or to turn her out.
Also centripedal means a force that pushes concentrically inward. Centrifugal force pushes objects concentrically outward, like a car making a round curvy turn on one of those highway exits. Because of centrifugal force, you slow down into a curve and speed up out of it when driving a car.

Dream Sunday February 22, 2009

Last night, I did have a dream about Cate. I was at the back end of the dishwasher, near the tryptich sinks she was standing to my left looking at me and smiling, so friendly, so playful, amused even, she said, "Thank you, Dean."

Also last night I dreamed that I was in a kitchen. I saw my adoptive brother and sister. They told me that one of my aunts had died, I thought I heard them say that Aunt Lila, aunt number two, died. I hugged my sister, then I telepathically inferred that it was my aunt Lily who died. I felt so sad, I knew her since I was a small child.

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Dream Saturday February 28, 2009

Dream Saturday February 28, 2009 from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

http://www.megavideo.com/?v=1K2PUILM

Dream Saturday February 28.

I was on the usual bus loop along the Lougheed Highway, Burnaby, Broadway and Rupert. Then Jason, one of the cooks offers to give me a ride to UBC. At UBC, he convinces me to walk to the beach. Then teleport to Jason's living room. Then Albert, the manager shows up and offers to give me a ride to where I was going. As we walk out to his car, he says, "Jason is tired. You can't depend on him to give you a ride anywhere."

Then I teleport to a small town, one I have been to before. I walk along the street, then go into a building with an alcove and a desk. There are some young people there. A tall 20 yr old athletic guy with a crew cut hair style and tank top. Outside, along the street again, I ask what town we are in. I told them that I, referring to another dream while in a dream, that I had been to this town before. I was at the city part with the hill, and then I drove down the road that ran along the mountains. "What town are we in?" I ask?
They seemed surprised that I did not know. The crew cut guy said, "We are in what is referred to as the Eastern part of the town."
I saw two street signs, forming a V black lettering on white paint. Curved edges, a thick black border. One sign said West. Another sign said Minster. I then said, "We are in New Westminster!"

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Welcome Back Frotter

2009-02-23T15:33:00.000-08:00

Welcome Back Frotter

Welcome Back Frotter
http://www.vimeo.com/3341536

Welcome Back Frotter

Frotteur: A person who engages in frottage which is the act of rubbing against people to the point of sexual satisfaction in crowded places like trains and monorails.

In a Police interrogation room: You are starting your new job today. We hope that we will not have any problems with you. This will be your probation officer assigned to you.

Frotter: Hi, students, my name is James Kotter, I will be your new teacher for the year. Now some of you might have heard some stories about me. Let me assure you that these stories are completely untrue and in any case, I have completely reformed.

A shot of a passing street monorail, like the light rapid transit system in New York. Trains all covered in graffiti and most of all crowded.

A bird's eye view shot of the classroom looking down, as the PA plays strange elevator music from the 50s, and then an announcement, "This is Officer Kurtz, your school liason Officer. You all know me. Mr. Kotter is being held on a charge that I am not prepared to discuss here. All I can say is that he will be taking the year off at least, and there is a possibility that you won't see him ever again."

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Recipes of China

2009-02-22T14:44:00.000-08:00

Recipes of China

or Recipes of Thailand the sequel

Recipes of China opening
http://www.vimeo.com/3347359

Recipes of China opening. I'm on megavideo!
http://www.megavideo.com/?v=RMKSM8A1

Recipes of China Narration from Dean Noble on Vimeo.

Recipes of China Narration YouTube version

Recipes of China Narration
http://www.megavideo.com/?v=W2XXGJN4

Recipes of China end credits Western version
http://www.vimeo.com/3325843

Recipes of China end credits Chinese version
http://www.vimeo.com/3326539

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Windows Movie Maker

2009-02-20T15:34:00.000-08:00

Experimental. Prototypical. Just mucking around.

http://www.vimeo.com/3302500

Welcome to the land of rolling credits.

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Dreams February 12, February 19, 2009

2009-02-20T11:37:00.000-08:00

Dreams February 12, February 19, 2009

http://www.vimeo.com/3300072

http://www.vimeo.com/3300092

Dream February 14th

I am in Vancouver. I fly with my arms out stretched like Superman. In a parking lot. A Chinese old man sees me. I fly again, on Hastings. The Chinese old man from earlier, in a car pulling up to the light.
Then I go to the Northeast corner of Main and Hastings. Two Chinese guys wearing blue windbreakers. At least one of them has a streak of blonde like a thin downward crescent in their mushroom bowl haircuts. Triads. I levitate and go up. They appearing shorter.

Then I teleport to a school. I see Steve Cleary. I say to him, "Do you remember the way they used to mark us at that high school we taught at in Thailand?" He goes left down a hall. I follow him.
I yell, "Steve!"
He does this exaggerated hyperbolic ersatz motion of deliberately shaking his shoulders, a very British move, and he turns around. Just then a high school girl, rounding the corner sees Steve do this, and then she mockingly imitating him, does this same gesture. Very prep school penguin. I then tell Steve, drawing three check marks, one on top of another, "Remember if we were absent three times, they would expel us from teaching?"

I turn around, leave, and walk down some stairs, thinking, "Even though I am not British like Steve Cleary, I am still myself.

Interpretation: When Steve made that move, he obviously sensed that I was going to ask some extrapolating question about the check marks. He shook his shoulders as if saying, "What is it now? What is he wanting to bug me with now?" This means that Steve feels contempt for me, and that I should not ever contact this British expat in Thailand ever again.
When I get my new computer tomorrow, I will do a film of this.

Dream Thursday February 19, 2009

At a bar with my friend Mike Nellson. A bunch of people are there. Circular table, a lightbulb hanging above. Dim room. Cement floor. Someone says, "Tim is here." This means something to Mke who gets up, angry. I stand up too, ready to fight. To show that I am trained and prepared to fight, I stand up and put one ankle behind my neck, one foot at a time. I do a kick with the other foot. I sure couldn't put one ankle at a time behind my neck while standing in this dimension. I tried this morning.

I am at my friend James apartment kitchen. Typical apartment kitchen set up, small corridor open at either end. The top half is all kitchen cabinets. The bottom half on the right, to the direction I was walking is a kitchencounter and a sink. The left side had the stove and refridgerator. I turn left and there are two people facing right, they are preoccupied with doing something in the hallway closet. I walk past the first person, a guy, and when I am behind the second person, I realize that I could not find Elsa, Jame's wife who I was looking to talk to. Then this second person turns around and it is Elsa. I was looking for her, but could not find her until now. Then James appears in the hallway. We go over to a couch to talk.

I then teleport to an attic in an upper middle class house. Round attic style window. Polished broad wooden slats floor, a carpet covering this floor. Bruce Lee is bent over, his back towards me. He is moving some boxes. He is wearing no shirt and loose black kung fu sweatpants. I see his right arm. He is tanned and a little shiny. His hair has not one trace of grey. I see the rising hill of his quadricep which is the muscle above the bicep and tricep. Arm muscles. He seems like a very angry guy and preoccupied. He is strong like an ox and I knew that I couldn't fight him. He moved slow but you could sense he was strong. I dared not bother him with any questions.

Teleport back to James apartment again. One of the kitchen cabinet doors on the right hand side is left open. A book is there, standing up, the title facing towards me. The book was blue-green. The title of the book, in red, was "Bruce Lee and the Chinese Mafia".

Dream February 2009

2009-02-11T19:51:00.000-08:00

Dream February 10, 2009

http://www.vimeo.com/3180579

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Dream February 12, 2009

http://www.vimeo.com/3215624

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Dream January 30, 2009 Strathcona Library Videotapes

2009-01-31T15:31:00.001-08:00

Dream January 30, 2009 Strathcona Library Videotapes

Warning: This next paragraph, bad.

I watch a movie of this Chinese guy. Then at the Library, against a shelf are videotapes which I sense are about this guy. I recognize this to be the Strathcona School Library in East Vancouver, the Southwest corner. They are videotape boxes with tapes in them. The spines on the tapes say, Chapter1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4, Chapter 7 The Chu Chou Triads, Chapter 10. The tapes are obviously missing a few chapters. To my left is a wall and a window to my front is the library bookshelf, a little taller than me. Behind me is another bookshelf running parallel. To my right three Chinese guys approach all wearing black felt navy jackets. Triads. They say, "What are you doing looking at tapes like that for?." I put the tapes down and leave. They escort me a few steps. When I look back, the tapes are not there.*
*Interpretation: Are these guys in the black felt navy pea jackets the same guys that I saw at the school playground with Steve Cleary? Are these the same guys I saw last week at that food stall at the mall, that I depicted in The Little Match Girl? Are these the same guys that I saw at that restaurant I depicted in The Martian Chronicles cartoon, the one with the L table and then the table with the dish with the black pool of soysauce; in the dream, I walk past three young Triads at the L shaped table, then one is sitting at the other table with the dish with the pool of black soy sauce. He pulls out a wooden gun, a handgun, a wooden tan colour, interpretation; guns were invented by the Chinese, the first ones were wooden. Because if they are, then I am in trouble. A 45 year old Chinese Triad WOULD appear in a dream as a 15 year old, knowing what I know about the PMH Atwaterian Master Vibration that is found in dreams, people are involuntarily young and pristine. These guys never did anything really bad to me. I think they want me to be their friend, sense my extreme hesitation, and then feel slightly spurned because of it, perpetually; a telepathic schism. More likely than not, these guys are probably my protectors. But to tell you the truth, I still have a hatred for Asian women. For some reason, I can't stand them and still turn the channel whenever I see them on television. There is only one Asian lady whom I trust absolutely, and she is my Vietnamese boss.

Meet my new friend, Vimeo:

http://vimeo.com/3044372

Strathcona is the Scottish word for dragon. The Chinese people like dragons. Most of the students at Strathcona School are Chinese. Take away the first letter S, and take away the last letter A and you are left with Trathcon which, sounds very much like the word dragon.

The school is named after CPR or Canadian Pacific Railways Commissioner Donald Smith whose heraldic name was Lord Strathcona. He hammered the last spike of the CPR in Craigellache, British Columbia. Lord Charles Hays founder of the rival Grand Trunk Railway, however, was not so lucky. He died on the Titanic.

For years, it was rumoured that Strathcona School is haunted. These are they types of ghosts that would typically be expected to haunt a place like Strathcona School, given its history and demographics.

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Dream Wednesday January 27th 2009

2009-01-28T10:18:00.000-08:00

Dream January 27th 2009

Version 2

Dream, photorealism, Point of View; POV, resonance

I walk in the alley of 9th street between 102nd Avenue and 103rd Avenue in Dawson Creek. I will film this. I think that school kids are getting out of school now and they might be after what I have in my room, maybe the crack cocaine. I run. Then I see a bunch of kids run out like a flock of thousands of flying swallows, flying birds. I run to 102nd, and then I see the kids runing behind me, then around me, and then ahead of me but instead of going into the Mile Zero Hotel entrance, they all go into the tanning salon. I reenacted this, this morning.

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Doing enough of these dream images will eventually take me as well as any fans reading to a newer more comprehensive understanding of the dream world on the next level.

Earlier in the dream, I have a small square piece of crack cocaine which I have in a corner of a drawer. I examine this twice, moving the crack cocaine from the back left hand corner of one drawer to the back left hand corner of another. There are three people with me. A guy and two girls. One girl has brown hair, the other girl has blonde hair wearing a white sweatshirt, and when I saw white I mean that she of clean vanilla ice cream white seen in countless dreams of white shirts. I think, "Maybe smoking crack with people around would be fun." I finally decide and I say out loud, "I think that you had better leave now."

teleport to Dawson Creek: I walk in the alley of 9th street between 102nd Avenue and 103rd Avenue in Dawson Creek. I will film this. I think that school kids are getting out of school now and they might be after what I have in my room, maybe the crack cocaine. I run. Then I see a bunch of kids run out like a flock of thousands of flying swallows, flying birds. I run to 102nd, and then I see the kids runing behind me, then around me, and then ahead of me but instead of going into the Mile Zero Hotel entrance, they all go into the tanning salon. I reenacted this, this morning.

Doing enough of these dream images will eventually take me as well as any fans reading to a newer more comprehensive understanding of the dream world on the next level.

Dreamworld Dreams, photorealism, Point Of View; POV, resonance.

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The entire dream: To record all the sequences is like getting seven bills all sequenced, or getting the combination of a 7 combination lock right.

Dream Wednesday January 27
I met a guy when I saw him, I saw bad images around him. Later, he asked me, "What did you see when you met me?" I answered, "I saw images of fleshy faces of dead children sitting around." I grabbed the sides of his head suddenly as if to exorcise him. He thanked me by putting a black thin notebook on a bed. the upper right corner, my right, of the bed. There was a light on the top right hand corner of the notebook. This round light was pure white. I covered it with my hands.

In a room, I put a tin foil wrapped small square piece of crack cocaine in a corner of a drawer. I have three friends with me. A guy and two girls. One of the girls has brown hair and one of the girls has blonde hair, long stringy, like a junkie and is wearing a white sweatshirt. They are sitting around a table, "Maybe smoking crack with people around might be fun...." But then I decide and get up and make an announcement, "I think that all of you had better leave now."

I walk in the alley of 9th street between 102nd Avenue and 103rd Avenue in Dawson Creek. I will film this. I think that school kids are getting out of school now and they might be after what I have in my room, maybe the crack cocaine. I run. Then I see a bunch of kids run out like a flock of thousands of flying swallows, flying birds. I run to 102nd, and then I see the kids runing behind me, then around me, and then ahead of me but instead of going into the Mile Zero Hotel entrance, they all go into the tanning salon. I reenacted this, this morning.

Vancouver: I was about to ride a bus, "Where do you catch the number 37 bus?" I asked, "Hornby Street." someone, a guy answered. I told them that I had to be there at 5. Looking out the window. 2 buses going West along Broadway towards Granville. Then a girl on the bus points to a clock and says, "It is five now. You should be there now. You are late for your appointment."

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Ghost 3

2009-01-23T10:11:00.000-08:00

Ghost 3

starring Dean Noble as the ghost

A female ghost will bend over and then look at you. I have seen this before. The other day, I thought I saw a young Vietnamese* lady in my room wearing brown pants. She bent over and looked at me and we had this conversation. "That's so sad," she said. I said, "I don't like the word sad." She said, "Sad, sad, sad, sad."

*Interpretation: Why would she be Vietnamese, here in Dawson Creek? Mathematically, the odds are against it. She is most likely a First Nations woman. A First Nations woman in Second City**. Native women often appear Oriental, especially in dreams. I remember once in another dream, I saw a Japanese lady lying on a couch on a porch. Only I somehow knew that lady was Rose, a First Nations lady that I knew then who has since died.

**Second City. SCTV. Second sight. I never made that connection.....

My friend Tam who died, I saw her in a dream a few years ago. She was not very healthy in life. But in the dream, she was healthy, normal, fattened from what she was before, that is normal. I said, "You have a nice body, Tam." All of this happening in a house in Shaughnessy Heights, as she was making a bed, she bent over with her ass towards me, I said, "You have a nice ass." and she turned her head and smiled at me.
I am an old hand when it comes to ghosts. I have seen hundreds. In my dreams. And in astral projecting which is out of body journeys.

Poem:

True Light

The True Light
Which gives blind men sight

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I once wrote a very famous article called The Complete 5D Collection that appears on dean-noble.blogspot.com. That article is one in which quantum physicists are, at a furious frenzied pace scooping ideas from. Of course they would never discuss this with a small time mickey mouser like me. They will add calculus equations to some of my ideas.
They take this kind of stuff very seriously. Equation. The X-Files The God Gene, plus Indiana Jones 4 talking about CIA and Russian experiments with psychic warfare, plus Project Rainbow, and finally and certainly not least of all, plus the Stephen King movie The Mist which talks about the applied version of some of the ideas presented in my 5th Dimension article, namely the weaponization and militarization of the 5th Dimension. The military and places like Canada's The Perimeter Institute seeks to bring the friends, buddies, interdimensional beasts, scenes seen in dream into 3D form, including people who have died.
One day, eventually they will succeed and this give true meaning to the phrase:

Heaven merging with Earth.

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Cap O' Rushes

2009-01-18T12:57:00.000-08:00

Cap O' Rushes

Cap O Rushes

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Intro one

Intro two

Cap O Rushes animated cartoon

Closing credits

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6593061250823626402&hl=en

A father had three daughters. He asked his daughters how they loved him. The first said, " I love you as the earth loves the rain."
The second said, "I love you as the flowers love the sun."
The third said, "I love you as meat loves salt."
"What?!" the father said, and he banished her from the household.

She wandered about the woods and the fen and gathered as much reeds and swampgrass that she needed and made this into a coat and hat and this she wore as she approached a fancy restaurant in the city, in the heart of the light grey cement downtown, and asked to be employed as a dishwasher.

The staff of that immense and mysterious kitchen said that there was to be a dance and asked her if she wanted to go. She said that she would rather stay home. When the evening came, she took off her coat of reeds and wore a fancy dress and when she went to the dance, the local Lord fancied her and they danced all night, he never taking his eyes off her.
The next day, the staff of the restaurant said, "You should have come to the dance, the Lord danced with a lovely lady, he never taking his eyes off her."
The next month, there was another dance, and again, the staff asked Cap O' Rushes if she wanted to go. She said no, but, well, you know.
One day, the Lord was ill, and he was ill because he could not wait between dances to see his Lady, he was dying for the love of his lady. When Cap O' Rushes heard this, she said, "Let me prepare the Lord's gruel, and I will put a ring into it."
Predictably, the Lord, when he found the Ring in his soup was none too pleased and wanted to see whoever was responsible for cooking the soup.
Cap O' Rushes appeared and he said, "Who on Earth are you?!"
Cap O' Rushes then took off her disguise.
They were married and there was to be a banquet. The father of Cap O' Rushes received an invitation along with everyone else.
Before the meal, Cap O' Rushes told the cook not to put any salt on the meat.
At the banquet, everyone complained about how the meat lacked any taste. That is when the father seeing his daughter wept as he now knew what she meant when she said how much she loved him.

Note: SCTV. Second City Television. Second sight. Second city.I never made that connection.....

Author's note: This is a story from Joseph Jacobs and the book is published from Everyman's Press and the cover is a nice painting that reminds me of life in Vancouver, in the really nice West End at 16th and McDonald. The Point Grey area is a nice rarified posh place to live.

Also this book which has one of the nicest covers which I have ever seen. It brings to mind the Vancouver area around 4th and Blanca which is a really nice area to live. For subjective reasons, I am exiled from Vancouver for the rest of my life. The only way I can live in Vancouver again is to die and to be reborn to a wealthy family in Vancouver.

The Little Match Girl

2009-01-12T14:58:00.001-08:00

The Little Match Girl

This video is dedicated to my little girl guinea pig, Ellen, "my little softie", who died on Christmas Eve, 2008.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1128811303841616761&hl=en

opening

The Little Match Girl. animated cartoon

closing credits. A touching ending.

http://vimeo.com/3045667

Christmas 1985:

Narrator: Static. Muffled dispatcher voice, to the sound equivalent of: Section all units. We have a 402 in progress. Immediate units respond. Static.

Police Officers Voice: Copy that. We have a Code 9 on the corner of Blenheim and Main. Over.

Five hours earlier:

Narrator: Christopher Plummer, The Man Who Planted Trees Voice: The little girl was out late selling matches. The weather was horribly cold. Snow fell down like a Winter Wonderland.

The litle match girl stood and saw in the crystal maw of the distant fog images from her childhood, images from this World and images from seemingly, another dimension.

She then saw her grandmother who appeared as an angel with wings, and the angel lifted her to heaven.

The Police looked down at the body of a dead girl aged about 15, holding a box of boxes of matches.

Glossary of fictional Police codes used:

402 - bank robbery, from my imagination

Code 9 - a dead body. From the TV series Rookies, Code Seven means a dead body.

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Note: I am doing a cartoon of this story because it is a classic one that is about three hundred years old. I can not think of another cartoon to do. I mentioned doing a cartoon of this story along with me mentioning that I would do a cartoon of the Illustrated Man which I already did.

Maybe I could do a story of my stories that I wrote before and as time goes on, I might just think about dispensing with the music altogether because a few of my videos have gotten removed by YouTube due to copyright issues from the music used. But most of, I would say 97% of the videos that I post with the music does stay on. I hope that someone makes a DVD copy of my movies because what if I make DVD copies and they get lost, or if I upgrade to a newer computer. But I will always hold on to this computer for the cartoons I have saved in the memory. I saw a computer at Radio Shack with a really nice screen. My plan from now on is to do any cartoons and narration in a segment separate from any music segment. If the music is removed due to copyright, then I still have the narrated cartoon or slideshow on YouTube. My early cartoons should be allright.

Why am I doing a Christmas story now? Why not? Lethal Weapon was released in the summer, and it was a Christmas time story. Also I think LA Confidential was a story set at Christmas. Bridget Jones Diary, the Christmas curried turkey.

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The Legend of Chen San

2009-01-05T15:07:00.001-08:00

The Legend of Chen San

a comedy

The Legend of Chen San. opening

The Legend of Chen San music segment http://www.vimeo.com/3178831

The Legend of Chen San. animated cartoon

The Legend of Chen San. Closing Credits

Narrator: January 2009. I am sitting in this small apartment that I have in the industrial district. I turned 40 last week. This morning, I stared out the window and remembered some schoolhood memories.

The name Chen San in Chinese, means "The Mountain That Is As Big As The Sky"

And that exactly describes my friend Chen San Bay who was larger than life. I knew him in the past, during those days in Vancouver when he and I went to a boarding school.

June 1978: I first met Chen San during a Summer Fun program. We were all on a field trip at the forests of UBC when Chen San made this profound observation:

"Jamie's ass is so round and smooth. Jamie's got the ass of Vancouver!"

One day, during lunch hour, I was visiting Chen San when he held up a knife as if to attack me. He was just joking.

Chen San looks a lot like the actor Harold Ramis.

May 1982: One day, Chen San's friend Richard Lu, who people usually called Dick was at Chen San's place to trade him a few hockey cards for a tape deck.
"Dolby, not bad." Chen San said, as he looked over the tape deck.

When Richard returned to school, he saw a few people who approached him at the school halls and said, "You went to Chen San's to suck his cock, didn't you?"

Chen San was disgusted when he heard this story when it was later told to him because he liked only women.

October 1983: He often skipped out of classes to look for prostitutes in the inner city. As he so eloquently referred to so often, he really liked to look for prostitutes and "fuck them up the ass". He preferred a woman's anus to her vagina.
One time, he went downtown and one of the prostitutes that he had before walked up to him and said, "Remember me?"

Chen San was a big fan of Spandau Ballet and The Police which he used to listen to everyday when he was skipping out of school and looking for hookers.

Chen San used to always "go for hookers" and that used to piss off the gym teacher Mr. Vantz who knew that Chen San went for hookers.

He was fucking one of the prostitutes in his room one day when his sister came home, knocked on the door and said, "Little brother, do you want some noodles for lunch?"

June 1988: Now he is living on Miami Beach, Florida driving a blue convertible with white, soft leather seats and he rides around with as much as three girls all wearing bikinis. When I saw the movie Police Academy, and that Spanish guy, George Martin driving around those girls in the convertible, that reminded me of Chen San.

2009. I have not talked with Chen San for many years, and his destiny is unknown to me. His fate is as mysterious as his legend.

Soundtrack

Spandau Ballet - Communication

Note: Chen San was a big fan of Spandau Ballet and The Police which he used to listen to everyday when he was skipping out of school and looking for hookers.

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The name Chen San in Chinese, means "The Mountain That Is As Big As The Sky"

And that exactly describes my friend Chen San Bay who was larger than life. I knew him in the past, during those days in Vancouver when he and I went to a moderately rich, and ivy covered boarding school. The last I heard, since the late 80s, he is living on Miami Beach, Florida driving a blue convertible with white, soft leather seats and he rides around with as much as three girls all wearing bikinis. When I saw the movie Police Academy, and that Spanish guy, George Martin driving around those girls in the convertible, that reminded me of Chen San.

Chen San has since changed his name to some American souding name or other. He is mostly addressed as Mr. Bay in the Miami area when he encounters valets, maitre d's, and other people like that.

If Chen San ever writes to me or calls me from Miami Florida, I would think of moving down there and he could introduce me to some hookers and massage parlours.

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Ray Bradbury's The Illustrated Man

2008-12-30T22:13:00.000-08:00

Ray Bradbury's The Illustrated Man

http://www.vimeo.com/3179070

http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=-2392927052094678391

opening

part one

part two
warning: Some gory scenes. Viewer discretion is advised.

conclusion

closing credits

Obviously one has to write the screenplay before drawing the cartoons in this movie. So one knows what tattoos to include.
The premise of the book is a collection of 18 stories of the tattoos that the illustrated man posessed. However, the original story from which all the other stories are derived is so chilling and masterful that to include any of the other stories would detract. I was thinking of including the Veldt which is a story of a nursery painted with images that come to life, kind of like Night At The Museum, and these images respond telepathically to the children's thoughts which is in this case of a jungle. They think of a lion that comes to life and leaps from the wall and eats the father of the family.
And then that story about nuclear war on Earth and colonization on Mars but I already did a cartoon like that. Therefore I am going to read from the book, and do a cartoon of just the original story of The Illustrated Man. I don't know....

Soundtrack:

Denise McCann - Tattoo Man

Dee Lite - Groove Is In The Heart

Musical segment. A director's vision.
Soundtrack: Kool and the Gang - Get Down On It

Interpretation: The images on the Illustrated Man were visions of the future. One vision held the spectre of nuclear war. Another image was based on the story The Veldt. I once had a dream where I saw translucent* orange curtains made of holographic material ie a curtain that is a hologram, in the back of a CBC trailer as it drove away up a hill plus computers now have a program which follows the movements of the eye to move a cursor, or to secretly graph interest points, plus they have a computer, hooked up to the brain of an amputated monkey, connected to a robot arm surgically attached to the monkey, and the monkey "thinks" the arm into grasping an apple and putting it to his mouth and eating it plus 105 inch television screens or else entire living room walls which become a television screen that uses thought patterns to turn the channels, turn up the volume, etc.

*Opaque, translucent, transparent. Can you dig it?

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The Dawson Creek Musical Walkthrough 2

2008-12-27T12:26:00.000-08:00

The Dawson Creek Musical Walkthrough 2

This movie was filmed because it reminds me of a dream I had when I was living in Vancouver of me astral projecting to where I clearly recognized as Dawson Creek. There were no cars on the street, just like in the dream. The wide street, the stores, I recognize all of that.

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Film School 101: The Wilhelm Scream

There is a scream called The Wilhelm Scream, that is essential knowledge for all film schoolers. First recorded for the 1951 movie Distant Drums, this scream was used in all the STAR WARS movies and this scream was used in The Titanic, Batman Returns, Lethal Weapon 4, Lord of the Rings, Spaceballs.*

*Best of the Best; Uncle John's Bathroom Reader; The Wilhelm Scream, page 191

http://thewilhelmscream.blogspot.com

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The Night Before Christmas

2008-12-24T21:50:00.000-08:00

The Night Before Christmas

opening

Main Narrated Cartoon

end credits

Complete Musical Narrated Cartoon Production:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2645997142632439215&hl=en

Vimeo Version:

http://vimeo.com/3045163

The Night Before Christmas
C Clement Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Soundtrack:

We Three Kings of Orient Are Jazz

Happy Anniversary - Little River Band

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Dreams December 2008

2008-12-20T14:20:00.000-08:00

Dreams December 2008

Soundtrack

Doobie Brothers - It Keeps You Running

After Many A Summer Dies The Swan

2008-12-12T15:09:00.001-08:00

After Many A Summer Dies The Swan

The original edition

The Director's cut part one

The Director's cut part two

After Many A Summer Dies The Swan

In England, under the banner of the Union Jack, a double decker bus passes a statue of the English Lion in downtown London.

Narrator: Jeremy Propter, an English teacher gets a letter. Mr. Jeremy Propter Your expertise is needed at the estate of millionaire Jo Stoyte. Some 17th Century papers have been found. Specifically, the Hauberk papers. The papers are the journals of the previous owner of this estate which have since been moved to an estate in Europe. I was lucky enough to purchase these papers at an auction after the estate went bankrupt.

Music score: England to the United States.

At the estate, he meets a doctor Mr. Obispo.
Obispo, like Jeremy, is a hired hand. He is hired to research scientific methods of life extension, perhaps even extending life to immortality.

Obidos, I mean Obispo is presumably in the midst of a vivisection of a field mouse that he found on the estate.

Jeremy Stoyte: Hello. Doctor. Do you know where I might find Mr. Stoyte? I have just arrived from London.

Dr. Obispo: He should be here any moment. Ah, speaking of which....

Jo Stoyte walks into the room with his mistress Virginia.

Jo Stoyte: Doctor how is it going with that research? Hey, you must be Propter. How was your trip from London? I am willing to pay you more than you were paid while you were a teacher at the University you were teaching at in London.

Virginia: I need my allowance. I have to go shopping again this afternoon.

Jo Stoyte: What?! I thought you were shopping this morning.

Virginia, reflectively: I was.

Pause.

Jo Stoyte: And where were you this morning?

Dr. Obispo reflectively: I was at the hospital, doing some research.

Pause:

Jo Stoyte; a knowing look?: I thought as much. What did the results of your research find?

Dr. Obispo: My colleagues have been talking about a revolutionary new method which will not be available to the public for another twenty five years. I will tell you about this when I learn more about it.

3 weeks later.

July 1756: "I have several large carp in my pond. I have a favourite one which I have placed a ring through. I would like to see how long they live."

August 1785: The carp which I thought had long died still has that ring and is still alive in the pond. When I placed that ring through its tail, I was ten years old. I am now 39 years old. I decide to try some of this food which I have been feeding the carp all along, which is pureed fish intestines which I get at the fish market. I use a mortar and pestle to triturate the fish guts which I feed the carp.

December 1810: Under the wintry glare of the December sky, my wife and I leave the house for the last time and head over to a cave located on the estate.

Narrator: When the millionaire is told of the cave on the estate that holds the key to what he is looking for, he orders a search of the caves immediately. The caves are located at the edge of the estate and half of it is submerged and the team has to go there in a rowboat. In the cave, they walk through until they see light from a television strobing through a distant doorway. In a room is a man wearing cotton flannel pants and a white shirt. The woman is wearing a grey dress. They were both barefoot. These people had a strange look about them, because these people were about 300 years old!

Later, at the edge of the swimming pool.

Dr. Obispo: My colleagues have arrived at the new method of life extension. It is called cryogenics. A person is frozen with liquid nitrogen.

Jo Stoyte: Maybe I should not. After what I saw back in the caves. It ought to have taught me a lesson. Nah! .....OK! Sure, I'll do it. Even though this may wind up costing me a couple of hundred thousand dollars. Nothing can go wrong.

Stonemasons, heard in the distance, working on the statues around the swimming pool: Tap it a few times with the chisel.

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2070 AD

A Cryogenics lab. A body is taken out of a deep freeze unit.

Scientist 1: Tap it a few times with the chisel, that will help break off the ice.

Scientist 2, to himself: Careful, you don't want anything to go wrong... whoops.

The head falls on the floor.

Note: Remember how the movie Hannibal had a surprise ending that the book did not have? This is my "Hannibal ending" to this movie.

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A Discussion About After Many A Summer Dies The Swan

"Next week, most of you will be going on to Vietnam. Some of you will not be coming back. But remember this. You may die, but the marine corps lives forever and that means, you live forever!" Full Metal Jacket

Aldous Huxley wrote this story about William Randolph Hearst the famous newspaper tycoon, published in 1939. This book inspired Orson Welles to make Citizen Kane which was released in 1941.

However, this book could be about any rich person.

Jeremy Propter, an English teacher is hired to interpret some 17th Century books found in an old basement called The Hauberk Papers. Travelling from England to the United States, to the New England foothills area where there is a Jeffersonian estate.

At the estate, he meets a doctor Mr. Obispo. Now this is a remarkable coincidence: I wrote a book review about AMASDTS on Amazon dot com, the only one place I wrote book reviews in 2001. A Dean Noble book review. I used my name on that book review rather than an alias, like YouTube in which my alias is drdrtfehytf and canadagoals. Amazon dot com uses the word obidos in its URL which I knew before reading that, Obidos is a city in Portugal pronounced in Portuguese Oobidooschz. The Portuguese have that constant sibilant slur that sounds like 'sh'. Obispo and Obidos, are anagrams of one another except for the upside down p which is d, and vice versa.

Obispo, like Jeremy, is a hired hand. He is hired to research scientific methods of life extension, perhaps even extending life to immortality.

Obidos, I mean Obispo is presumably in the midst of a vivisection of a field mouse that he found on the estate. He has been having an affair with the mistress of the millionaire named Virginia.

Stoyte constantly inquires about the state of the research for life preservation. Obispo says that he is working on it day and night.

Jeremy Propter says that he is reading the book and has discovered an interesting entry:

July 1756: "I have several large carp in my pond. I have a favourite one which I have placed a ring through. I would like to see how long they live."

August 1785: The carp which I thought had long died still has that ring and is still alive in the pond. When I placed that ring through its tail, I was ten years old. I am now 39 years old. I decide to try some of this food which I have been feeding the carp all along, which is pureed fish intestines which I get at the fish market. I use a mortar and pestle to triturate the fish guts which I feed the carp.

December 1810: Under the wintry glare of the December sky, my wife and I leave the house for the last time and head over to a cave located on the estate.

When the millionaire is told of the cave on the estate that holds the key to what he is looking for, he orders a search of the caves immediately.

The cave are located at the edge of the estate and half of it is submerged and the team has to go there in a rowboat.

In the cave, they walk through until they see light from a television strobing through a distant doorway. In a room is a man wearing cotton flannel pants and a white shirt. The woman is wearing a grey dress. They were both barefoot. These people had a strange look about them, because these people were about 300 years old!

The man stood up and urinated. The woman threw back her head and laughed.

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Dean Noble's Rumplestiltskin

2008-12-05T15:19:00.000-08:00

Dean Noble's Rumplestiltskin

Once upon a time,

There was a man who was a wagoneer. He drove a wagon around to different places, met people, found whatever work he could and when he felt like it, he moved to another town. This man had a lovely daughter who was just about 18 years old. Thus, she was becoming old enough to leave her father. His father thought of a way to win his daughter's place in Society.

He decided to be no less audacious than to seek an audience with the King. He extracted a promise that his daughter could no less, spinnaker a spool of course yarn into gold thread. The King then said that she had better do this, or the man would be imprisoned and all his possessions impounded. And if she could not do this, then she would be banished from the Kingdom henceforth for getting so intensely involved with a Royal House. However, if she were to win, she would gain a Royal Title in the Household, for the King never heard of such a thing and surely anyone with such a gift ought to be granted Peerage.

For a second, the man thought that the King might kill him or his daughter when it turns out that she can not do this, but the he anticipated this, and triaged the situation, thinking that there were a lot worse scoundrels in the Kingdom and if the King were inclined to kill anyone who upset him, the streets would be littered with corpses.

Left in a room with a cow, some straw, some yarn, the daughter was left to her devices. She did not even bother to try. Instead, she cried and wondered aloud at what would happen to her.

However, at the time, there was an ET spaceship visiting the Earth. Medieval tapestries of the period show a strange light in the sky like a meteor. One of the ET who liked to collect people. The ET appeared and said "I will help you, but you have to promise me your unborn child, in the future." The woman agreed and thought that there may, in all likelihood turn out that she might never have a child.

The King was amazed when he saw the gold thread, and there was a lot of it, woven into gold bars. The gold thread was even condensed into gold bars.

The daughter was, a year later married to a Royal Prince. Much to her dismay, she was pregnant because she remembered the promise she made to that miserable little ET. She loathed the future prospects in all its grotesque possibilities. However, she did tell a few people about what went on, and because she was part of a Royal Palace, the Secret Police of the time, the Palace Guards who were Secret Police, regular Police, Royal Guard and gatherers of secrets at the time reported that a couple of days ago, there was indeed a grotesque green dwarf dancing around a fire singing,

They'll never expect, they'll never suspect
They'll never guess my bloody name because it's fucking Rumplestiltskin

"Rumplestiltskin." the daughter said.

"What?????!!!!!!!!" the hideous dwarf said, and with that, he vanished moving backwards through the window.

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Dreams

2008-11-23T23:04:00.000-08:00

Dream November 19, 2008

I am going to quit doing films for awhile after my next cartoon, After Many A Summer Dies The Swan, Aldous Huxley. I will not do another cartoon until, I see a certain tangible reward or else a minimum amount of time has passed.

I have to thank Michael Land, CEO of SmashMash for without whom this website would not be possible. I pointed out that I am going to for the most part, quit the travel magazine trip, no pun intended. This walking around different cities and photographing and doing writeups like National Geographic, that is not on. Also travel music videos with me walking around different towns set to music. That is not on. I mean I will do that again, but only as something very rare rather than a regular, often, and ongoing thing. I plan a trip to Ottawa. I am still undecided about moving to Nova Scotia.

I am only doing the cartoons. I have to thank SmashMash which has given me the choice. Of course there are half a dozen animation and film programs free to the public like Windows Movie Maker, Pivot, Accumedia, Macromedia Flash, Aniboom, but I use SmashMash only which has an excellent built in algorythm for animation and it suits my purposes, anyways.

I will spend my hiatus watching movies and playing video games. I bought a dozen video games since my last video game review. I could do a write up. Mainly PSP video games. Juiced 2, Midnight Club LA Express, Lego STAR WARS, Lego Indiana Jones, The Force Unleashed, Lumines, Tony Hawk, Lord of the Rings PSP, Atari's Space Invaders 25 year anniversary edition, Need For Speed Undercover, some real good ones, as you can see.

Since I saw the movie in Grande Prairie, I also got Harry Potter, Order of the Phoenix on Nintendo GBA.

You will know when I decide to do films again. If I get a lot of letters from my fans, it would definitely tempt me to start up again sooner, otherwise, it is, why bother because no one cares.

To all people using YouTube music and SmashMash to make videos: Over the months, a few of my music videos have been taken off YouTube due to copyright claims from the musicians of certain songs. Most of my videos are all right though.

From now on, I will do the cartoons, and/or narrated bits of my videos exclusively separate from the music portion which is the opening and closing credits. Now if in the future, any of my cartoons are deleted, I still have the cartoon narration only segments of my cartoons separate from the opening and closing score segments and will reupload the cartoon onto YouTube without the opening and closing music credits.

I am really taking my old sweet time about my next 3 cartoons: William Burroughs' Junky, Aldous Huxley's After Many A Summer, and then Rumplestiltskin.

I have a new toy called the Sony PSP 3000. When I watch television and my mind gets relaxed, when I walk away from the television, I go for the PSP. I guess when I have become all PSP'ed out, then during those times when me and my relaxed mind walks away from the television, I will do the cartoons.

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Dream, Thursday November 27th, 2008

Self explanatory in the video.

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Dean Noble's The Titanic

2008-11-13T23:14:00.001-08:00

Dean Noble's The Titanic animated cartoon

opening

part one

part two

This is going to be a very short cartoon. I just want to pick out a couple of random choice moments. A moment at the bar, just before a sailor is to set sail for the Titanic. This is the first cartoon made of the Titanic. If there were any cartoons made of the Titanic before, I don't know about it.

Sailor: We've been drinking in this pub all afternoon. This is one of the best pubs in town. Ssssssshhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiitttttttt! Look at the time. No, don't even bother standing up to leave the table and walk out of here. We are late for the departure of the ship. The ship leaves at noon. Look, it's noon now!

The Titanic sails away from the harbour. On board the Titanic.

Homage to a famous film; man to woman: Even if you decide to leave me, I still have my daughter.

Woman: She is not your daughter.

Bandleader in tux: Tonight, we are going to start with a classic. Hit it!

Ensemble Titanic band plays a jazzy instrumental from the big band era.

Homage to SNL, Bandleader: Next we have an experimental band from Sweden.

A short clip of ABBA singing Waterloo.

The captain, with others at the table: I have been a captain of ships and my reputation has been one of comportment and high professionalism which is synonymous with the high class of this esteemed line.

The ship shakes as it strikes an iceberg.

The captain: What the fuck was that?!

On the deck of the Titanic: Women and Children First!

Bandleader: Strike up the band!

Music from the earlier dinner recital is heard.

The Titanic sinks in the distance. The lights go out on that fateful liner for the last time.

The survivors, in a lifeboat row away in rowboats.

Survivor one: Uggghhhh Gawd!

Survivor two: What's wrong? Are you reeling in shock because you have just witnessed as well as been a part of one of the greatest maritime disasters?

Survivor one: No, I left a suitcase full of money on that ship. It held a few hundred thousand dollars.

The survivors of the Titanic lived happily ever after.

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The Dean Noble Zone Christmas Special

2008-11-13T22:48:00.000-08:00

The Dean Noble Zone Christmas Special

Ebenezer Scrooge in the bank building: Still want it to be the meanest.

Narrator: Over the fields, over the houses of a winter neighbourhood.

Narrator at all times:

A sled falls down a hill. "Dip your scarf in the peanut butter just like in the old days.

A rich house on the hill. Christmas presents to be given out in the living room.

Visiting an underground Christmas mall.

During a Christmas morning in the forest, Santa gets on his sleigh.

In the night, over the housetops, the Santa sleigh teleports and locates itself in lots of places simultaneously.

Even the ETs in their spaceships like to celebrate Christmas.

The main story around the Christmas celebration is the birth of a baby in a stable. The baby was born in a trough used to feed horses called a manger. This child would grow to be the King of the souls of millions of people for two thousand years since his appearance on Earth. Jesus Christ would be someone who gives Hope to lots of people, and Jesus is someone who provides the foundations for a spiritual life, a better life.

Merry Christmas to all.

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William Burrough's Junky and Interzone

2008-11-13T22:47:00.000-08:00

William Burrough's Junky animated cartoon
adapted and abridged

http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=7787544216554700224

http://vimeo.com/3045491

the first part: opening

part 2: A dream that I had of Burroughs when I was in Thailand, with the true and real time soundtrack.

part 3: Main Narrative

The fourth installment: Closing credits.

I was raised in a solid, three story house in a large city. My parents were very well educated.

It was in the summer of 1944 during the war that I first used heroin. My friend Norton worked at the shipyards. One August evening, he visited my apartment with a machine gun and a small pharmaceutical box like a first aid kit with five 1 tenth gram syrettes of morphine tartrate. A syrette is like a triangular toothpaste tube. There would be a pin which would puncture a needle. This needle would then be ready to use.

I knew of a short order cook named Jack. "The morphine I could get rid of right away. The Tommy gun will take a bit of time. The law. Let's take a walk."

At Jack's apartment, there was a man. A friend of Jack's. Waves of hostility emanated from him like a television broadcast. The effect was like a physical attack.

In the city, I met a girl named Lillian. She invited me to her apartment. She saw me looking at a Chinese character she had on the wall. "I wonder what that says?" she wondered. "Shirts cleaned 31 cents." I said. She walked around, opening and closing her robe showing me her anatomy in installments. "I have a rare disease. Only a few cases on record."
Amphetamines is a good kick. Take them along with sleeping pills. They get down there and have a fight. It's a good drive.
At the 24 hour cafe in Times Square New York, there Lillian and I sat together. She put on some Victrola piccolo records on the jukebox and beat her hands on the table with the expression of a masturbating idiot.

I heard that amphetamines were supposed to be a real spiritual drug, or at least an empathy drug. I thought of people I have not seen for years, even people whom I did not like and who did not like me. "They're OK," I thought, "But just the same I don't want to contact them ever again."

I decided to sell heroin. That way I could make some money as well as keep up my habit. However, it wound up being more trouble than it was worth. Most of the customers were constantly asking for credit and most of them could be counted on to spill under the slightest Police questioning and certainly not one of them who could not be expected not to confess after a punch to the jaw.

One of my customers had just arrived from a plane trip. During the 50s, they did not check people so much. My friend was on the airplane and injected the syrette intramuscularly in his leg while he was sitting in coach, looking out the window. He even went through customs with a spot of blood on his pants leg which no one noticed!

The Police arrested me and after drawing a Court Summons, I decided to move to New Orleans.

In a bar at New Orleans I enjoyed a dozen oysters and about seven glasses of beer. After drinking the beer, I felt as if my knees had been clipped from under me. I went to my hotel room, lay on the bed and fell asleep right away.

While in New Orleans, I was with some friends in a car I had just bought. The Police flashed their lights. Cole had a joint and put it in his shirt pocket. The Police soon found the joint in Cole's pocket.
"I got enough here to hold the whole bunch of you." A lawyer got me out in the morning. After this, I decided to move to the Rio Grande Valley.

During the Twenties real estate operators brought trainloads of prospects down to the Valley. A premonition of death hangs over the Valley. Death is the absence of life. Whereever life withdraws, death and rot move in. Whatever it is, lifeforce, orgones, there is not enough of it in the Valley. Food rots before you can get it home. Milk sours before the meal is finished. Old men sitting in real estate offices say, "Well this is nothing new. I have seen this all before. I remember back in '28..."

I moved to Mexico and immediately started looking for junk which has a certain energy. Whenever one passes through a transient part of town within a central hub of a main arterial network of metro buses and transportation in and out of the area, that is an area where there is junk lurking.
An area with strange wig shops, pawn shops, clothes hemmed and chop suey restaurants, an area where marginal businesses operate within a Skid Row. One day if the Earth ended and junk were gone from the earth, these junkies might still be lurking in these junk neighbourhoods, ghosts, feeling the vague and persistent lack of junk sickness.
Lupita was the main drug dealer of downtown Mexico City at the time dealing out her papers of heroin like an Aztec goddess.
One day in Mexico, my friend Ike visited me when I was without heroin, and sick and wondering when my next hit would come. I asked him if he scored any heroin. He said no and watch my eyes sick with disappointment. He then smiled and his spiderly wrinkly smile spread wide across his junky monkey face. He said that he did indeed have some heroin watching the instant change of mood. He had the heroin, to a junkie who was junk sick, the dealer was a high Priest adminstering to a grateful penitent.
"Got a little cocaine as well." Ike said.
"Come on in." I said.
"Be careful with the coke, it's strong stuff. He put a little bit of cocaine at the end of a butter knife and then emptied it into the spoonful of the morphined water. The coke dissolved like snow flakes hitting hot water.
A red spurt of blood flowed through the needle.
The cocaine hit in a sweet dizzying wave. My breath was heavy.
I then decided to drink a cup of tea.
Ike was livid. "That Bastard has ripped me off! He won't last a month!" His mouth was twisted with hate.

Afterwards, I travelled on to other countries like Tangier.

PS

Watch more cool animation and creative cartoons at aniBoom

I have a new friend. Aniboom. They are an online animation house. The history of my cartooning and illustrative distal oeuvre should include at least a couple of cartoons uploaded to aniboom.

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William Burrough's Interzone animated cartoon
adapted and abridged

"We have a new type of rule now. Not one-man rule or rule, or rule of aristocracy or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures, and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision. They are representatives of abstract forces who have reached power through surrender of self. The iron-willed dictator is a thing of the past. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are by accident, inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push."
William Burroughs, Interzone

opening

part one

part two

adapted: Mostly faithful to the story, however in some places paraphrased or with a few details done differently.

abridged: shortened.

Junky is going to be more challenging than Interzone. Essentially, Junky is a novel a couple of hundreds of pages long, whereas Interzone is just a seven page write up. These are very great stories. This is going to be a straight rendition of these stories. Burroughs wrote a lot of details which were lurid, he lived a lifestyle that I would not approve of, and which I do not want to talk about so they will not be displayed in the cartoons. Not because of, but rather in spite of his strange lifestyle, I still find William Burroughs to be a very compelling writer with an excellent poetic instincts and a very intellectual style of narrative.
I have to extrapolate the best parts of Junky, otherwise it would have to be a two hour movie.
The thing about Junky is that I read the book about a hundred times and I know very well the images that come to my mind time and time again when I read those certain paragraphs.
As drawings, Interzone is more challenging. I have to look at pictures of Tangiers and study them to get a general idea of the graphic structure so I can channel the essential needed building shapes when it comes time to draw the pictures. I channel, I see the animal in my mind, feel the line structure and then draw the animal.
Junky is a druggie adventure, very much like Dr Hunter S Thompson's Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas which was written twenty years later. Junky was set in the 50s, FALILV was written in the 70s.
Interzone is a novel which encapsulates the theme of travel. For some people life can only be lived as a traveller, as long as one is not in a hometown which has a dreaded familiarity, they are travelling.

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George Orwell's A Clergyman's Daughter

2008-11-01T14:45:00.001-07:00

George Orwell's A Clergyman's Daughter
animated cartoon
adapted and abridged

http://vimeo.com/3045412

A clanging alarm clock.

Narrator: The alarm clock continued its nagging feminine clamour and would go on for five minutes or thereabouts if you did not stop it. Dorothy was aching from head to foot. She struggled against her fatigue, however, and according to her custom, exhorted herself sharply in the second person plural. Come on, Dorothy, up you get! No snoozing please! Proverbs 6:9.

Narrator: The kitchen fire was a beast to light. The chimney was crooked and therefore perpetually half choked, and the fire, before it would light, expected to be dosed with a cupful of kerosene, like a drunkard's morning nip of gin. Having set the kettle to boil for her father's shaving water, Dorothy went upstairs and turned on her bath. Putting a tentative hand into the water, and it was horribly cold, she drove herself forward with her usual exhortations. Come on, Dorothy! In you go! No funking please! Then she stepped resolutely into the bath, sat down, and let the icy girdle of water slide up her body.

Narrator: She had remembered with the ugly shock with which one remembers something disagreeable for the first time in the morning, the bill at Cargill's, the butchers, which had been owing.

Narrator: St Athelstan's stood at the highest point of Knype Hill, and if you chose to climb the tower, you could see the ten miles or so across the surrounding country.

On the way to the butcher's to pay the bill, she developed amnesia.

She awoke later in downtown London and wound up with a bunch of hop pickers and spent time in the countryside picking hops.
She slowly gets back her memory. She wrote a letter to her father.
Of course her father did worry about her in his own fashion. The first letter he wrote was not to Dorothy herself, but to his cousin Tom, the baronet. For a man of the Rector's upbringing it was second nature, in any serious trouble, to turn to a rich relative for help.

Dorothy worked for a couple of months at a one room schoolhouse teaching children.

In the end, she wound up moving back to her father's house.

This cartoon is dedicated to Sarah.
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Stephen King's The Running Man

2008-10-28T19:58:00.001-07:00

Stephen King's The Running Man

part one

part two

Ben Richards: The baby is crying again. Her temperature is up to 85 degrees. She has a high fever. I have to find a way to make money, Sheila. I worked at jobs so disgusting like shovelling slime from sewers when people who honestly believed that they were looking for a job were unemployed. I am going to the games building and try out for one of the death games on television. The one I think that I will most likely qualify for is Swim The Crocodiles where a man must survive crocodiles.

Sheila Richards: Give me a kiss before you go, then.

Richards walks past, under a red neon sign. The inner city. The future. The occasional flying car.

Narrator: The line up outside the Games Federation Building stretched for blocks.

Nurse: The next part of the test is the Weschler's Word Association Test. Red.

Richards:Black.

Nurse: Silver. Richards: Dagger. Nurse: Rifle. Richards: Murder. Nurse: Win. Richards: Money. Nurse: Sex. Richards: Tests. Nurse: Strike. Richards: Out.

Richards: Nice tits.

Nurse: I could have you disqualified.

Richards: You could get yourself fired, that's all.

In the lobby with the other contestants. One of the contestants named Laughlin with the name on a nametag.

Laughlin: They handed us these envelopes which tells us which games we have been assigned to. Which one did you get?

Richards: The Running Man.

Laughlin: That is Prime Time. Not one of the ones where they take out an eye or an arm. That is one where they kill you. I got assigned The Running Man too!

Secretary: Mr Laughlin, Mr Killian will see you now.

20 minutes later, Laughlin emerges with a girl around his arm. He winks:

Laughlin: A friend of mine from the car pool.

Secretary: Ben Richards, Mr Killian will see you now.

A large office.

Mr Killian: The Running Man has been on for thirty five years. We have no survivors. To be honest. We expect none.

Richards: Then you are running a crooked table.

Killian: You will have to contend with McCone and the Hunters.

Richards: Sounds like a neo group.

Killian: If you survive 30 days, you get a billion new dollars.

Richards threw back his head and laughed: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Killian: My sentiments exactly.

Killian about to press a button.

Richards: Spare the cheap snatch. I'm married.

Killian: Are you sure? Is there anything you want?

Richards: A bottle of bourbon, make that two.

Narrator: Friday night. In the room, there were three novels, Not As A Stranger, God Is An Englishman and The Pleasure Of Serving. Poor boy makes good in General Atomics. Rises from engine wiper to gear tradesman. Takes night courses, on what money? Richards wondered. Meets a beautiful girl, apparently syphilis had not rotted her nose off at a block party. Promoted. Three year marriage contract follows.

Richards throws the book across the room.

He looks at a picture of his little daughter. Drinking bottle of bourbon. Easy drunken tears flow down his face.

Narrator: He wonders if he could finish the second bottle before passing out. He almost made it. He spent all Saturday nursing a hangover. Sunday night he orders two more bottles of bourbon. He wakes up Sunday morning seeing green caterpillars crawling all over the room. He decided then that it would be against his best interests to completely wreck his reflexes before Tuesday and decided to stop the booze.

A cutaway to auditorium and audience: Richards! Richards!

Richards runs out onto the street. He catches a cab.

He goes to ID forger Molie: I have been doing this for a quarter of a century. Saty close to your own people. You have the power to cloud men's minds if you use it.

The cab takes him to the airport. The plane lands in Los Angeles, the largest city on Earth.

The Brandt Hotel. Richards signs in using his ID the name on the ID John Griffen Springer.

Narrator: A black boy wearing a shirt large enough to play killball in was yelling at a slot machine.

Black boy: Yo! I lost my mufuckin nickel. I lost my motherfucking nickel!
That goddamned machine took my nickel!

Desk clerk: Good to have you here, Mr Springer.

Narrator: Richards walked down the hallway of the Brandt hotel. In his room, he looked out the window and looked casually at the traffic. However there was a man in a trenchcoat leaning against a lampost. He just stayed there. Another man came and sat down at the bench. A Police Officer showed up and a man was talking to the Police Officer. Richards became aware of all this like when you recognized the voices of the dead in your dreams. I'm being bracketed, he thought with a helpless rabbit terror. No, his mind corrected, you have already been bracketed.

Richards returned to the lobby to the desk clerk: I am paying for two more days.

Desk clerk: Very good sir.

Richards went to his room and put on a Do Not Disturb sign around his door. He then then took a toothbrush and snapped it in half. He goes to the elevator. He presses B for basement. When the elevator reached the basement, he jams the toothbrush end into one of the elevator buttons. The elevator panel smokes and the elevator lights go out.

Richards is in the basement of the Brandt. He lights a match and lights up some newspaper and places it under the boiler near some gasoline tanks. Some hunters outside the Richards room at the Brandt hotel. Richards runs for it. Outside as Richards runs away, the Brandt Hotel blows up.

Narrator: Richards stays with some people. He stayed with a black family in the ghetto projects but the mother called the Police. Mother in nightgown on phone. Police cars pull up to the projects. The black guy drives Richards across the State line but the car falls over a bridge.

Black guy: I am too injured to go on. Run! Go on without me!

Richards runs across a minimall.

Richards: At the minimall there is a mailbox. I have to send in my video clips. I have to send one everyday. I made one this morning:

Richards in hotel room: Peekaboo! You can't see it, but I am laughing at you shiteaters!

Richards hitchhikes. A woman pulls over and picks him up.

Woman: You are that guy, Richards!

Richards: Just drive to the airport!

They drive past a billboard. Rich folks blow dokes.

Woman: Have you got a jay?

The car drives into an airport.

Richards uses aikido and gets the gun away from one of the Hunters. Evan McCone fires two fast gunshots. One blowing away the head of the other hunter and one shot getting Richards in the stomach. Richards fires and blows away McCone.

Richards: Gutshot. I'm gutshot.

Narrator: Richards remembered once sitting at work during a midnight lunch break discussing with his coworkers the worst ways to go. Gutshot has got to be one of the most painful one of them said with no conception of Pain.

Pilot: He didn't like Otto, do you know that?

Smash. A coffeepot smashes down on the pilot' head. Richards takes over the helm.

Voice over radio: C one niner eight four. Acknowledge. What's wrong?

Richards: Speak boy! Rowf rowf!

Narrator: A Push freak stood in a doorway stared up and thought he was seeing a hallucination, the last dope dream, come to take him away, perhaps to General Atomics heaven, where all the food was free and all the piles were clean breeders.

author's note: No rules. I will endeavour to employ the 85% rule which is better than going for a just as imaginary 100%. As long as I come up with some image which has a semblance, or even a semblance of a semblance of what I am trying to portray.

I thought of re-reading the book. The movie The NeverEnding Story said that every time you reread a book, it is a slightly different book and you will pick out parts that you didn't the previous reading. If I reread the book two, three times the third time I would find parts that I did not the second. As it is, I already remember enough of the book. So I won't reread it.

Note: Only an ET or an extra advanced shaman can look at my movies, and say, that frame is from a daydream; from the imagination, but that frame is culled from the dreamworld. There is a resonance.

I have, it seems reached a level, which is a level, where I have inadvertently become a walking dream encyclopedia. Say kitchen and I can draw a dream I had in a kitchen. Say fancy hotel, and I can draw a dream of a fancy hotel. Say run down skid row hotel and I can draw a dream I had in a run down hotel. Say bus and I can draw a dream where I was riding on a bus. Say Safeway, say Chinese restaurant, say European restaurant even. Say zoo and I can draw dreams where I had where I was in a zoo. In most cases, not just one dream of say, a kitchen, but multiple dreams. etc etc etc.

PS

http://www.horrorking.com/runningman.html

Photographs taken on November 14, 2008.

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Stephen King's Pet Sematary animated cartoon series

2008-10-17T15:19:00.000-07:00

Stephen King's Pet Sematary

Part one.

Part two.

Part three.

Episode one

Opening scene:

1915 MikMaq Reservation Territory, Maine, USA

Chief: We have been walking for four days. I say we rest here. I feel sleepy, even drawn to this place.

Elder Medicine Man: The medicine of this place is not good. The ground here is sour. The drifting clouds have a dark grey colour. My grandfather told me about this area, it is not good. We should keep on walking another few days to get out of here.

Chief: As Chief, I say we rest here. Most of the people are too tired to walk on.

That night, the sleeping medicine man has a dream of a buffalo that wanders onto a flat rock plateau and lies down and dies. The spirit of the buffalo is tranformed into an owl. The owl is a death omen. Next to the moth, the owl is king of all death omens.

Sound: Hoot of owl.

The Chief: Today is a good day for a buffalo hunt. I feel it.

The Medicine Man awakes and sees a woman elder of the tribe. He walks next to her.

Medicine Man: Where is the Chief. I must tell him not to go to the buffalo hunt. I had a bad dream. I tried to wake up earlier, but some force stopped me from waking up earlier and I overslept.

Medicine Woman: It's too late. The Chief is already left.

A buffalo is seen. It charges. One of the Indians kills the buffalo with a tomahawk.

During the ritual ceremonial cardioectomy, where the heart of the buffalo is taken from the body of the buffalo and eaten raw, as it is along with the pancreas and liver, one of the sweetbreads.

However the young warrior is disgusted and exclaims: The heart is supposed to have a red colour. This heart has a blue colour like it died some time ago. And the meat smells slightly rotted.

However, the Chief was charged and when he fell off his horse, he died. His body was taken to the burial plateau where the buffalo died. The young warrior attends the interment ceremony.

One morning, a young Native wakes up and says: Where is my horse? Has anyone seen it?

Narrator:

The Chief who was supposed to be dead was eating a carcass of a dead horse. The horse that went missing. The Chief did not even cook it first. He thought he was acting in secret but was soon discovered by the others in the tribe and then he was killed with arrows for the last time.
Sooon after this, the Natives decide to leave the area.

1975

A doctor returns home in his hatchback car.

This episode is dedicated to all my Native Friends

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Episode Two

Doctor Louis Creed: Rachel, you would not believe the day that I had today. I thought it was going to be slow, and then a college student was wheeled in. From looking at him, right away, I knew that he was going to die. Nothing could be done for him. I was surprised that he was still breathing. I could see his brain inside his head like looking through an open window.

College campus hospital. Car pulls into parking lot. Dreamlike dreamspace entrance into hospital.

Pascow is wheeled into the hospital.

Victor Pascow: The pet semetary is not the real pet sematary. The soil of a man's heart is stonier. Injun bring my fish.

That night, Louis sleeps with his wife. In the bedroom, Victor Pascow stands at the foot of the and motions Louis with a beckoning gesture.

Louis follows and walks down a dark forest path. Through the woods. To an old graveyard. Louis thought it was an old Indian graveyard, but it is actually some kind of strange cemetary evident looking at the tombstones. BIFFER BIFFER HELL OF A SNIFFER, UNTIL HE DIED HE MADE US RICHER, and SMUCKY THE CAT, HE WAS OBEDIANT 1971 - 1974.

Victor Pascow motions to a dead fall which the flash light illuminated only part of in the dark. The wood seemed to move and turn into the bones of animals.

Victor: That deadfall is the barrier. It was not meant to be crossed. Remember, there is more power here than you know. It is old and restless.

Louis wakes up thinking it was just a dream but he sees some leaves and an acorn on his bed.

The seasons come and go. Inside the house, it goes from normal to Halloween decorations with the children running through the room in Halloween costumes and laughing, Ellie and then Gage.
Then Christmas and then New Years decorations.

Outside, on the fence post, a jack o lantern, then snow, then snow melts and Spring time.

Spring.

There is a knock on the door.

A thin average height spectacled old man: I saw the sticker on your car. You are a doctor. I just live half a mile down the road. Strange that we have not met before. We are neighbours. My name is Jud. My wife is sick.

Summer.

The cat Church is found on the road. It is picked up. Sticky goo is between the cat and the ground before it is ripped away.

Obviously since it is summer, Louis as a University staff member does not have to work. His wife works and his daughter is at school since it is June and University is finished in April but elementary school goes on until the end of June.

Jud: We want to bury the cat before your wife and daughter come home. Do you love your daughter? Do you want to spare her the pain? I have an idea. Come with me. We are going to bury the cat in the Pet Sematary. Grab your shovel.

They walk through the woods. The same ones walked with Pascow. They reach the first Pet Sematary. BIFFER BIFFER HELL OF A SNIFFER.

Jud: We rest here.

Louis: But we are here.

Jud: No. Next we go up that deadfall.

Narrator: Even though the deadfall was treacherous. Louis never lost his footing and neither did Jud.

They brought the cat to the flat rocky plateau, opened the garbage bag and let it out onto the ground.

On his bed, Louis sleeps. In the morning, his wife had already left for work. Nestled on top of him was the cat. He thought it was a dream but when he saw the red spot of blood under the chin a couple of drum beats of alarm are heard.

At Jud's house over the kitchen table with bottles of beer, Jud tells his story.

Jud: It was Stanley Bouchard who told me about the Pet Sematary. Old Tosspot Stanny B. My dog Spot had died the first time in 1937, the first time. The second time he died he outlived old Stanny B by two years.
His grandfather was a trader who had an old wagon with crosses all over it as he was a Preacher and the Indians liked having him around when they wanted to hear the words that the old Blackrobes used to speak. The wagon also had Indian objects all over it. His grandfather also had a trading post and he used to trade with the MicMac Indians who came around to trade and it was them who told his grandfather about the Pet Sematary.
I followed Stanny through the woods then past the first pet cemetary then over the deadfall and through the woods. The cry of loons and what appeared to be glowing eyes. Stan was leading the way but part way through the woods I could swear I was following an Indian from the old times with war paint and grinnng.
My mother was carrying a hamper of laundry in the kitchen backed up against the fridge and a cabinet. There was Spot. Calm but with a strange energy. My mother sensed it.
Lester Morgan had a prize winning Black Angus bull called Hanratty. Died and Hanratty pulled it up even over the deadfall and all the way there on a sled. Incredible.
Although there were lots of animals buried up there over the year. The bull was the only animal that turned mean. And it was killed two weeks later.
Most of the animals turned out pretty good actually, just slow, a little weird as if it were drugged.
I could tell you that the reason why I took you up there was to make your daughter feel better. But that ain't why I took you up there. It ain't why!
I did it the same reason why Stanny B took me there. I did it the same reason Lester Morgan did it. He took Linda Lavesque up there after her dog got run over.
The reason is because the place gets ahold of you and because it's got a power!
Hanratty the bull was the only one who ever turned mean. Linda's little Pekinese poodle bit the postman, and other little things but that was it. My dog Spot behaved perfectly until he died a second time five years later although he always seemed a little doped and he always smelled of dirt.
Because you looked after my wife a few weeks ago, I did this for you to return the favour.

Louis: Did anyone ever bury a human being there?

Jud: Hell no! And who ever would! What would make you even think of something like that?

A few weeks later, Gage, aged four dies of a fever. The baby dies at ten am. The wife is at work. The daughter Ellie is at elementary school. Louis, being a doctor is an old hand when it comes to knowing the signs of death. Louis carries the child through the woods.

Jud talks about Timmy Baterman: I see that you just went to the Pet Sematary. I can tell just looking at you. Your son Gage died and you buried him there.
I can see what you are planning. Before you go on, let me tell you this. Louis.
Back in those days during the war, the train still stopped in Orrington and Bill Baterman had a funeral hack waiting at the train depot to pick up the body of his son Timmy. The coffin was unloaded by four men. I was one of them. The man from Graves and Registration which was the Army's version of undertakers was sitting drunk in a train full of coffins.
We put Timmy into the back of a mortuary Cadillac. In those days it was not uncommon to refer to thm as hrry up wagons since the major concern was to get the coffins into the ground before they rotted.
Huey Garber was driving the train that day. The army fella comes up walking to Huey as he is taking a swig from a fifth of rye whisky and says, "You are driving a mystery train today, you know that? At least that's what they call a funeral train down in Alabama."
When he got off the train, Huey got drunker than he had ever been in his entire life and he said that if that was what they called a mystery train, he never wanted to drive no mystery train again.
A few days later, Timmy is seen walking down the street. His eyes were sunken like raisins in bread dough. He emitted a strange frequency similar to one that is experienced when one encounters a ghost of the dead.
Bill Baterman was sitting on the front stairs of his house with a pitcher of beer. Timmy was in the yard staring at the sunset. His face was orange with the light of the sun. His face had deep red pockmarks which was where the machine gun bullets got him.
Bill Baterman had lost forty pounds, and the expression on his face. He looked damned, Louis.
That night, the house was burned down. Bill Baterman had burned the house down along with himself and his son Timmy Baterman."

When Louis returns to his house, the telephone rings.

In the family car with mother and daughter.

Ellie Creed to her mother sitting next to her as she is driving: Daddy I had a dream. A ghost named Victor Paxcow was sent to warn Daddy. He told Daddy not to go to the Pet Sematary. That is what he said before he dis, dis, I don't remember the word."

Victor Paxcow's ghost appears: Discorporated.

The front door of the house opens. Standing there at the doorway, silhouetted is a young child and a cat.

Production note: The above is the ideal. I employ an 85% rule in my artwork. I try only for 85% accuracy. Often I fluke out and get 100% anyways. Like the zen story of the archer who got the target only when he thought the master was not around to scrutinize him. I am only going to do 85% of the actions portrayed in the above synopsis. The changing of the seasons, the New Years, etc. I have added parts that were not in the original narrative, so it evens out.

Early versions.

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Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles

2008-10-11T13:33:00.000-07:00

The Martian Chronicles

http://www.vimeo.com/3179117

Rocket Summer

Sounds: Monkey sounds. Rocket blast off.

At a launch site in Sri Lanka, where Arthur C. Clarke lived, and in 1968, when Stanley Kubrick's 2001 A Space Odyssey was released, a large vehicle with tank wheels is being wheeled at one mile an hour, actual speed to a launch site. This is a Top Secret Classified Mission to Mars.

As the rockets blast, the fire from the rocket thrusters turns night into day.

This 1968 ship arrives on Mars and the astronauts take a look around. No Martians are seen. They return to Earth.

Astronaut: No sign of life. Looks pretty dead. Do you see anything.

Astronaut 2: Nothing at this end. Let's just pick up a few samples and head back to Earth.

2008: The International Space station spins on its orbital axis. A team of scientists is sent to Mars to set up a few permanent scientific observation posts. During a routine expedition Martians are finally contacted. Entire Martian cities are seen, houses on hills. Glowing crystal large ampitheatres can be seen great distances away.

Narrator: There is a variety of architecture on Mars. In one part of the red planet, it is mostly domed cities. In another part of Mars, there are cities in extended architectural anomaly formations called Railtowns. The Martians resemble humans and are 6 feet tall, thin, milky white skin, blue eyes and long black hair.

In normal civies, they wear robes with a culturally adored pattern. When they are soldiers, they wear cotton soldiers clothes just like the soldiers of World War One.

2042:

Narrator: In the year 2052, the first waves of colonists are sent to Mars. Not just select scientists, large waves of immigrant poor are sent to colonize the red planet. No longer are petroleum based fuels required for jet engines and rocket ships. New fuel is made from sawdust and algae. The sawdust is brought to the processing plant in huge scows. The algae is farmed from large shallow watery pits with the whole scene resembling a salt mine.

They arrive in a sleek new silver space ship more closely resembling the ships in the STAR WARS movies.

5 years later, 2057 downtown Mars City. Sam Parkhill has a hotdog store.

Sam Parkhill: Ever since I came here from Earth three years ago, my life has been on the upswing. In fact, next month, there is going to be a new wave of immigrants as thousands of ships are bringing over a few thousand more people to Mars.

A Martian walks in the store.

Sam: We don't serve your kind in here! Just joking, that is line from an old movie from the last century. What do you want?!

The Martian telepaths to Sam: A Nuclear War has just broken out on Earth. Waves of cities are annhilated. The Earth is a glowing ball of nuclear fire visible from space. Only one ship of immigrants out of thousands managed to escape the war by leaving early and are expected to arrive in Mars today.

38 years later. 2095.

Narrator: War erupts on Mars between the humans and the Martians.

Martians in a bunker: All in position? Fire! Remember men, tomorrow morning, we storm the anthill.

More explosions. It is easier to not add sound effects. Silent mortar explosions like in the Omaha Beach sequence in Saving Private Ryan. Kind of.

Soldier: Over the top!

Narrator: The last wave of Earthlings finally arrives on Mars. They settle and start a new life on the red planet.

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Author's note: No rules. This cartoon at the outset only attempts to be one that is just loosely based on the Ray Bradbury story. This is an abridged story and a few details are made up and not at all found in the novel.

Also, there is no minimum length. Before I started the Romeo and Juliet cartoon, I aimed to make the cartoon no more than two minutes. The cartoon turned out to be almost ten minutes. I am trying to make this cartoon about a minute and a half although it will probably turn out to be more than that.

A lot of the things I depict in cartoons in reality have little or no sound, a squid swimming through the water, a squirrel slowly moving through the forest underbrush that is it it does not chirp and make a sound.

"Clouds form around small particles." Stephen King, The Running Man

When I make the cartoons, and anyone who has ever gotten involved in creating an animated fature can say this, the cartoons take on a life of their own. A few small ideas turn into alot of ideas as I get more ideas along the way.

This cartoon animated feature is dedicated to Scarlett.

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20,000 Leagues Under The Sea

2008-10-04T00:32:00.000-07:00

20,000 Leagues Under The Sea

http://www.vimeo.com/3041133

I have a new friend, Vimeo. This is my first Vimeo video and the URL contains the number 33. That number comes up often for me and my videos.

Wind blowing.

The North Sea. Icebergs floating past.

A Narwhal is seen in the distance.

A crew man aboard a ship says: It is not usual to see Narwhal this far North at this time of year.

New York, 1895. Two women aboard a ship for rich people, actually this ship was to take them to a larger ship. Like an airport shuttle to take people to the airplane.
One woman to the other: Isn't this first leg of our trip exciting? This ship, as large as it is, serves as just a transport ship to transport us to a much larger luxury liner waiting in the distance.

The other woman in response: I just saw a Narwhal. You don't see Narwhal often in New York harbour.

The South China Sea.

Two Chinese aboard a junk. One says to the other, in Chinese: Gum dy tue yue jer yow ah? Ngor je meng geen gor. Translated subtitles, essential: Such a large fish. I have never seen that before.

At the ship's office: My name is Arronax. As an experienced sailor with my own 75 foot wooden steamship, I am going go on a trip to South America for a vacation. Maybe I might even run into the Narwhal that everyone is talking about. Rumour has it that that it is no Narwhal. It is a man made craft that is much faster beneath the surface of the ocean than most ships above the surface of the ocean are. Whispered legend speaks of a man named Captain Nemo.

Arronax as narrator: I set sail from New York, I pass the Coast of Florida but am careful to avoid the Bermuda Triangle. Then I sail pass the Coast of Brazil. Off the Coast of Patagonia, there is another stop. I see a lighthouse illuminating the waters for any ships that may pass. I drop anchor and rest for the night.

It is late at night as I walk along the prow of my wooden steamer ship. I light a pipe of Captain Black Peaches and Cream pipe tobacco and I spot the Narwhal in the distance. It seems to be just resting there. I take a row boat and row out to the ship.

Beneath the ship is Captain Nemo in all his glory. He is an eccentric man who can telepathically commununicate with all sea animals.

Captain Nemo: Welcome aboard. I waited in the harbour. I knew that you would attempt to visit. I am Captain Nemo. This submarine is called The Nautilus. It runs from electricity wirelessly stolen from whatever ships are in the water. Right now, your steamer has absolutely no electricity. Oops. Sorry. I have been at this for a few hundred years. I lived so long because I am magical. Anyways, you should see Atlantis.

With Captain Nemo, we visit the brilliant golden city of Atlantis which has technology that we will not see for another thousand years. Golden crystal illuminated skyscrapers 500 storeys high. Flying machines. New York harbour has one Statue of Liberty and green. Atlantis's harbour has four and golden.
During our trip to Atlantis, we visit an indoor crocodile zoo with a tinted glass floor.

Octopus cave. past a coral reef. hermit crab. Giant clam.

A large squid attacks the Nautilus. Arronax is taken to his death in the clutches of the squid.

New York harbour 113 years later. The Narwhal like Nautilus breaches the surface of the post 9/11 waters of New York harbour.

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Puss In Boots

2008-09-30T15:11:00.000-07:00

Puss In Boots

http://www.vimeo.com/3176134

Violin music.

Silence.

The caw of a raven.

More violin music.

Caretaker: It seems that the old man of the estate has suddenly died. He has not left much except this orange tabby cat.

Boy talking to self: Just my luck that the old man did not leave me much except this cat. There is not enough meat in the stew. At least maybe the cat could provide nourishment for just one meal.

Puss: Meow Meow. Don't think that! I could be of great use to you. All I need is that pair of old boots that the old man has in the house. That pair of old boots in the house is sitting on the table in the house.

Puss: Here is my new look. I have a plan, why don't you bathe in the river and when you emerge, and afterwards, why don't you put on these new fancy clothes that the master has left. Bathe in the river and meet me at the river bank at 4 pm. I want to introduce you to somebody. I will be going off on an errand first. And, if anyone asks, your name is the Marquis of Carabas.

Subtitle: In a distant land....

Ogre: I am the ogre Marquis de Carabas. Grrrr!! Forswear your allegiance to me and my lands! Grrrr!!!!!!!

Puss: Ogre! Your might is indeed powerful. Your shapeshifting abilities are a legend. Demonstrate your power and if you are that powerful, change into a mouse!
Can you do it?!

Ogre: Grrrr!!!! Presumptous fool! I have been practicing shapeshifting magic for years. If I can shapeshift into an ogre, I can certainly change into a mouse.

Puss: Meow!!!!!!!! and then stomp, as the paw presses down on the mouse.

Clomping of horses hoofs. The king's caravan approaches.

Puss: Your majesty. Allow me to introduce the Marquis of Carabas.

The boy: That's me!

The King: You are the one the peasants have been saying is in charge of this region. This is my daughter. She has been wondering about this legendary Marquis of Carabas.

Wedding march:

Narrator: A few years later, the Marquis of Carabas and the Princess were married, and Puss was the guest of honour.

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William Saroyan The Human Comedy

2008-09-26T14:27:00.000-07:00

William Saroyan. The Human Comedy.

http://www.vimeo.com/3183111

Author's note: No one can write like William Saroyan. No one can come up with a bunch of words paraphrased and capture the simple spirit of his writings.
He is very elusive author.
The best way to do a documentary of one of his books is to pick a few sentences at random directly from one of his books and quote them exactly, ones that describe and do a lot to lay down the basic timeless setting.
The settings of his books was very close to that of John Steinbeck's Cannery Row, except that Cannery Row was on the Coast at Monterey, California, and William Saroyan's The Human Comedy is set inland, in Ithaca California, at around the same time, that being the years between 1900 and 1930.

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Ernie Kovacs

2008-09-26T13:36:00.000-07:00

Ernie Kovacs

http://vimeo.com/3045876

Ernie Kovacs was one of the pioneers of television. His shows were on television in the 1950s. He was on television when television only had a couple of channels and was not on for more than twelve hours a day.
Ernie Kovacs was a big influence on shows that were to follow using skits, sight gags, and physical humour. Ernie Kovacs predated Saturday Night Live, and SCTV. Obviously Ernie Kovacs was an influence of Sesame Street. Here are just a few of his most memorable moments:

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The Restaurant

2008-09-26T13:22:00.000-07:00

The Restaurant

The Restaurant episode 1

The Weasel

Valenti the manager: Hello, I am Valenti the manager. This is a job interview. Tell me about yourself.

The Weasel: My name is Wesley. People call me the weasel because my face looks like that of a weasel. Other than that, I wash dishes fast. Fast like a weasel.

The first shift:

Restaurant din.

Waitress: I would like some soup... and crackers.

The Weasel: Hey, I'm not crazy!

A few seconds later, another waitress: I want a sundae with lots of nuts.

The Weasel: I'm not crazy!

Restaurant din.

The weasel to another dishwasher: So you have been working here as a dishwasher for two years? Do you know what is sexy? A 70 year old woman can be sexy. That look on your face.... maybe I should not have said that. Hey, come on, it is not as if this was a conversation between two CFL Football players or two politicians in high political office. We are two dishwashers and dishwashers always talk like this.

Restaurant din.

A few days later.

Valenti, speaking to a waitress: That guy thinks that every other word is a code word that refers to him as being crazy! I had to fire him. I also told him not to look out behind the kitchen door at the customers. How would customers feel if they were to walk in and see a weasel face popping out from behing the kitchen door look out at them? He looked out lots of times.

Restaurant din.

Valenti: Guess what? I was downtown this afternoon, and I saw the weasel. He changed his look and has a mustache now. He was walking with a girl. He has a girlfriend.

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Parables of Jesus 2

2008-09-25T01:21:00.000-07:00

Parables Of Jesus 2

The Mustard Seed

If you had faith even the size of a mustard seed, you would accomplish great things.

The Birds And The Flowers

Look at the birds and the flowers of the field. Even the very rich people of the old days were not as finely clothed as these things of nature.

The Two Builders

There were two builders. One built his house on soft and sandy ground, and this house washed away. But the other builder built his house on strong and solid ground, and this house lasted through the ages.

The Ten Talents

A rich man gave his three servants money to see what they could do with it. The first man invested wisely in the stock market and made ten times the money he was given. The second servant went on trips to different places, travelled and although he did not make ten times the money, his experience in travelling led many people to hire him for good paying jobs and he wound up doubling his money.
The third servant simply hid his money under his bed, and all the while he sat on this bed watching television and eating junk food.
At this, the rich master was livid, "You lazy bastard! At least you could have saved the money in the bank where it would have at least collected 5 percent interest a year. Instead, the money has devalued slightly thanks to inflation. You are fired and out of this house!"

The Pearl

A man once stumbled upon a beautiful pearl in the marketplace. At great sacrifice, he sold most of what he owned for the money as he thought this a worthwhile price for such a precious girl, I mean pearl.

The Two Debtors

A servant owed money to a king. To pay back the debt, the servant would have to sell everything including his house. He would be ruined. He asked for more time to be repay the debt. Instead, his debt was totally forgiven.
However, this servant had a servant who owed him some money. For some reason, he conveniently forgot that his debt was forgiven and he became obsessed about the money that was due him. He harrassed his servant who spoke about this to others and thanks to the local grapevine rumour mill, eventually word got around to the king.
The king sent for the servant who owed him money and threw him into debtor's prison until the debt was repaid.

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Parables of Jesus

2008-09-22T17:56:00.000-07:00

Parables Of Jesus

The Fish Net

At the end of the day, the fish nets were drawn into the trawler boats. The good fish was thrown into the freezer in the hold. The bad fish, the undersized and other things were thrown away back into the sea.

Interpretation: Exclusive to NobleFilms.blogspot.com are these interpretations to The Parables of Jesus. These are my personal pedestrian attempts to elucidate the polemics of such fables. I, of course am not a professional clergyman and can not be held accountable if my interpretation differs from the general consensus of the Church.
The Fish Net, this story clearly means that in life, you will get a collected conglomerate of good and bad energies in the events you encounter. The thing to do is to hold on to and cherish the good memories and throw out and regard as irrelevant the bad memories.

The Labourers In The Field

A farmer had a few workers in the field. But he had a very large farm and not nearly enough workers for the harvest. One morning at ten am, he went to hire more labourers agreeing to pay them what he paid his usual labourers which was a hundred dollars a day.
At noon, he still did not have enough workers and he went to hire more, agreeing to pay them what he paid the others already working at his farm, a hundred dollars.
At 4 pm, he went to hire the last of the workers and at 9 pm, the workday ended.
As the queue formed to collect the payout, workers who were there since ten am complained about why people who started at 4 pm got paid the same.
"Did you not agree to the hundred dollars a day?! You started at ten, but others who have started at 8 am still are getting a hundred dollars a day. Are you questioning my generosity?!"

Interpretation: Who can put a price tag on anything in life? Early love, love found later on in life is still worth the same. Who can put a price tag on time?

The Four Soils

A farmer was sowing out some farm seeds throughout his farm estate.
Some soil inadvertently fell on the paved asphalt road and birds ate the seeds. Some fell on soil that was stony and although the seeds sprung up sure enough, because they had no roots, the sun quickly fried them.
Some soil fell on thorny ground and the thorns soon choked them.
However, most of the soil fell on good ground. And these seeds grew well.

Interpretation: Your choices, or soils as you go through life is important.

The Barren Fig Tree

A man went to a fig tree and saw that there were only leaves on that tree. It was early in the year and not yet the season, but he still thought out loud to the fig tree, "May no one ever eat from you ever again."

Interpretation: The impatient perfectionist demands things be ready before they usually are, as an exception to him, and when that does not happen, he resorts to the most extreme form of perfectionist passive aggression; the boycott. Patience....

A Lost Sheep Then Found

A shepherd had a flock of 100 sheep. One of the sheep one day strayed from the flock. The shephered looked in a lot of places, many fields until he eventually found the lost sheep, carrying it in his arms. He said to the sheep, "For this time, you are more important than all the other 99 sheep."

Interpretation: It is important to hold on to what is important to you.

The Prodigal Son

There was a man who had two sons. One of his sons asked his father for his share of his inheritance while his father was still living.
This son went abroad and squandered his money on loose women, parties, and riotous living. But eventually he spent the money and out of pride did not contact his father. His low point was working at a farm feeding pigs and cleaning out their stables.
He thought of returning to his father's luxurious estate, rationalizing that being a servant at his father's rich estate was better than working on this old run down farm.
He went to his father's house expecting retribution, but instead his father was really glad to see him. Go and order take out restaurant food and also some beer too.
The other son was a little bit jealous and told his father so, saying, "But he has been away for so many years."
The father said, "You know your place and I know that you know that I know that you know your place as a loyal son, and you know that you all that I have is yours, but consider that this brother who at one point, may have very well been dead is alive and returned to us. That is a cause for celebration."

Interpretation: Better late than never.

*Author's note: A person has to have a theology degree to make an actual movie about Jesus and/or the Bible. This is not a film about Jesus.
It is a film about the stories of Jesus and boy, did he ever tell some strange stories.

One of his stories is too bizarre to put on film. It is the Wedding Feast. A king sends invitation cards to important powerful business people living in a distant city in his kingdom. They all ignore him. A few go on to their jobs, but most of them seize the king's servants and abuse them and then kill them. The king in turn has these people killed.
The king then sends invitations to normal people, even poor people. They show up and the king is glad to see them until he sees one man who is not wearing formal clothing. The enraged king has this insolent individual kicked out.

A lot of Jesus' stories has to do with wrestling with the disparate dissolute forces of bad.

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Zen Stories 3

2008-09-21T01:45:00.000-07:00

Zen Stories 3

The Master Swordsman

There was once a student who asked a martial arts teacher to teach him the martial arts. The teacher started with a few preparatory katas and then one day attacked the student with a samurai sword. The student dodged the attack that might have turned out worse. Once every few days, the master would suddenly turn up and surprise attack the student.
Within a year, the student's martial arts skills improved immensely.

The Waves

There was once a Sumo wrestler. The master taught the sumo wrestler to meditate thinking about waves that moved out from him like the waves lapping the shore of a beach. Then the waves would become a lake, and then an ocean, and then the ocean would become giant sweeping five storey high waves.
Soon the sumo wrestler was the best in the land. No one could beat him. His nickname in the arena became, "The Waves Of The Ocean".

The Best Piece Of Meat

A man went to a butcher shop. He said to the butcher, "I want the best piece of meat."
"Each one of these, is the best piece of meat."
With these words, the man became enlightened.

A Tree Grows

A rich old woman was the patron of a monk for many years.
To see what he has learned, he arranged for a rich young woman in desire to be sent to him.
The young woman embraced the monk and asked him what he was going to do about it.
"A tree grows on a cold stone in winter
Nowhere is there any warmth."
The young lady told the old woman what the monk said. At this, she was livid.
"He should have been wordly enough to show you, as well as himself some consideration. He has learned nothing!"
She immediately went to the hut of the monk and burned it down.

Love Openly

One day, a monk had written to a nun insisting upon a private meeting.
At the assembly hall for the next day's lecture, when all were silently seated, the nun suddenly stood up and addressed the monk who had written her the letter, saying,
"If you love me so much, come and embrace me now!"

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