Darkness. There is noise, but not surrounding me. It seems to be coming from inside me, as if my brain was flicking around in a hundred different directions. It’s insufferable. My numb hands lift up off the imitation silk to touch my face, but instead they hit the ceiling. Feels like wood, but then my hands are numb so it’s hard to say. One thing is certain, the space I am in is tight. I guide my hands to my face and my cold fingers touch my eyes. They are …

This weekend I climaxed all over my apartment. I started off nice and slow in the living room, then as the pressure built up I moved into the bedroom where I sprayed the end of the movie all over the walls, the bed, the floor, the bookshelf…the place got pretty coated. A mixture of rage, hurt, betrayal and blood oozed off the set this weekend in what was the last of the shooting we will be doing on the main set (Shannon and I’s apartment). There is still one weekend …

If you keep up with The Dead Inside blog then you remember last Friday we ended up chasing the sun and then lost the ability to record sound. It was an awesome day in Hell, and one that Friday seemed to get off on because he decided to do it again (not sure why Friday is a dude).  On the schedule was a big musical number that required a psychiatric hospital bed. My Executive Producer, Jessica Petelle, secured us a kick-ass, old-school, nut-house bed with large white head and base …

As I was driving to Taco Bell last night around 12:30am, I couldn’t help but think that driving delirious was eerily similar to driving drunk. The only real difference is that one is legal. We had wrapped about forty minutes prior, but should have shot for another hour. I decided the rest of the shots would have to wait when we filmed an entire scene (three times) in which I never once caught that my sound man (Aaron Gaffey) was taking up a portion of the right frame. I made peace …

Fuck vampires. Screw werewolves. Frankenstein can suck my left testy while the mummy can slobber on the right. Zombies can take a long drag off a short pier and aliens can go to Hell (cause they’re not in the bible)! Now don’t get me wrong, I love each of these creatures dearly. I’m a horror fan after all. But if we’re talking scary…if  you want to know what kind of beings make my blood freeze…it’s ghosts.
Strange since most tales, legends and theories of these entities leave them pretty much harmless …

About two and a half years ago my girlfriend hopped on a jet skiing kangaroo and relocated herself from down under, sweetly planting herself into our lovely one-bedroom apartment. At the time I was in the final post-production stages of my latest film, Lo. She was hot off the Melbourne gallery scene where she showcased and sold her photography. It seemed we had both eaten a lot of dirt and were preparing to shit out pearls…but we didn’t. Instead we found that we really enjoyed living together and because it …

I felt a bit guilty last night when I went to bed leaving Shannon (my cinematographer/lover) still working hard on the set of THE DEAD INSIDE. She had been busting her ass all day getting things ready for our Friday start date. I too had been working very hard but in a slightly different way. I couldn’t focus on a single task in front of me because I was mentally exhausted.  Two days until we go to camera and there is one fraking sequence I just can’t wrap my head around…and …

Can ghosts shit their pants? I mean even if they were wearing pants they would be made of the same paranormal goo that the actual ghost was made of. So if one were to believe that a ghost could even (or need to) take a shit, that it would fall right out its ghost ass and through its ghost pants. But even then, the shit would be a ghost as well, so shouldn’t that fall straight through the ground, out the other end of the Earth and on into space?
Well, …