The End of Voyeur

Part One - Brian

I clung, I dug in my nails, but that just drove him away. I tried to be normal, to act cool, but it was too late. I couldn’t act in the face of losing what my whole life revolved around. It was too hard. Desperation conquered me.

It was all that whore Debra’s fault. She was the wedge. She should have just stayed away. I warned her plenty. She didn’t listen, so she paid for it.

Then Tommy, the betrayer, gets in my face and hits me. Why couldn’t he see that I needed him more than Debra ever could? That what we had was important. It all got too much. I hit him back. We bled. He could have killed me, he stood over me with a baseball bat. He should have. It would have been an act of mercy. I couldn’t live alone.

I had a... a bro–...

He was important, you know? Everything... Lost. Fuck!

I’d lived with no guilt. Just his bloody clock to remind me–

Now I can’t even look at it. He’d be so ashamed. I didn’t...

I just didn’t.

And I’m not going to. Ever.

Cos this is it.

Hollywood

Out of fear of not posting for a month, here's a scence from my short script that has many a lacklustre working title.

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The video CUTS TO:

INT. KYLE'S BEDROOM, DAY.

Kyle is sitting on his desk chair and leaning forward. He tenses his biceps for a second and laughs.

KYLE (to camera)

So those are two of my exercise tips. I feel like I could lift a horse. Well maybe not a horse. Perhaps a pony. A small baby pony... Good luck to you all in your exercising endeavours. And remember to tell your friends ‘bout me. Catch.

As the video ends the camera zooms into the computer screen and EMERGES WITHIN:

INT. KYLE'S BEDROOM, DAY.

Kyle is sitting silently, staring into space. He shuts down his computer and looks at a photo frame also on his desk. It shows a picture of Kyle with his arm around the shoulder of a younger teenager boy. He sighs.

Kyle gets up and walks over to his wall calendar, where he puts a tick next to “99^th video blog” within the 10^th square of March. Within the 12^th square of March is simply written “One Year”.

His name might be Kyle...

He wears knee high socks (sometimes).
He's lanky.
He likes dried apricots.
His elbows crack.
His best friend was a fish.
He has a vast collection of hoodies.
He can play piano but can't listen to classical music.
He volunteers at the local hospital.
His eyes are usually blue, green or brown.
He moves with the grace of a baby giraffe.
He wants to control the way people see him.
He wants you to subscribe.

He might be dying.
He might be supressing.
He might be falling.

I can't decide...

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Just figuring out which characteristics I like for the main character of my short script assignment. If there are one or two that you respond to more than others it would be helpful if you could let me know. At the moment I can't figure out what predominant flaw to give to him.

Sorry for the not very post-like post. Soon people, soon.

Thanks,

Dale.

Dale's Prophecy

I was thinking the other day (kind of inspired by Heroes and Kyle XY), about why humans only use about 10% of their brains. Now I'm no neurosurgeon, and could probably look this information up, but at the moment I prefer my own, unanswered ponderings...

Does everyone use the exact same parts of their brain to constitute the 10%? Have there been medically documented exceptions? Are there variations within the 10% between different people? If so, are there correlations between occupation and areas of brain activity? Or even culture or class?

I guess I've also been thinking about free will versus determinism lately too (and wondering if the process of which is something I've been genetically programmed to do). See, this is what happens when I only go to a handful of psychology lectures and pick up a mish-mash of information!

The very unscientific conclusion I came to was that if we had too much brain activity our circuits would overload on an excess of information. Maybe with evolution we'll use more and more of our brains. But at the rate humans are evolving, we'll have to wait many thousands of years to see if that eventuates. You can call it my prophecy if you'd like. Note how hard it is to disprove. :)

No doubt I shall be mulling this over as I prowl the aisles at Coles tonight. If I come up with any more thoughts on this I'll put them in the comments section. Am thinking I'll question the whole superpowers/increased brain activity idea.

Thanks for hearing my thoughts... I'll invite you back into my brain soon, but for now please leave my head.

Dale.