THE X-RAY EYE SOCIETY (Deluxe Edition)

This entry is a collection of blogs originally posted on myspace.com/xrayeye which also appear in the script as part of the plot.  Keeping The X-ray Eye Society separate from some of the things I say, said, do and did on MySpace was important in the sense that it's a script designed for kids and ultimately family fare.  The MySpace pages is loaded with tunes, games, gadgets and other childhood junk.  But more importantly the story was embedded into social networks and was interactively part of the storyline.  After I finished the script I more or less abandoned the page.

The flash movie below was resized by 25% from the original size.

So here are the blogs as they appeared on MySpace.

The New X-RAY EYE SOCIETY Site is Up!

Originally Posted: Sunday, May 13, 2007

Well, it's sorta up. Here's the preview of the flash page that's featured at WillmoreCity.com. I've tried to keep everything contained in the flash seeing that MySpace has a funky way of linking. The script is complete and I've went from an 84-page rough draft, to a 98-page re-draft and after it was all said and done with all the trims and fixes, I ended up with a tight 88-page script. There will be excerpts soon. The excerpts page in the flash is disabled for now, but there's plenty of other stuff to look at.

I disabled the flash movie here because it plays music as this bog loads. If you want to check out the movie, you can check it out at The X-ray Eye Society page.
http://willmorecity.com/xrayeye/

Originally Posted: Wednesday, May 02, 2007 

THE X-RAY EYE SOCIETY

Okay, this is pretty much a copy and paste from the Ablazin' Devil Head blog.  With some new stuff.  The Ablazin' Devil Head will be my primary account, but I wanted a fresh account where I can talk about other things like tunes, toys, comics, TV, repressed childhood memories and snacks.  Well, also to pimp the script. 

There's plenty of pix in the gallery, so check 'em all out if you want.

Disclaimer

If you celeb/exec-types are squeamish about copyright-violation consider this my poorman's release form.  "I will not sue you or pursue legal action if you should come up with something similar".  I believe that'll hold up, but everything below is sparce anyway. 


Proceeding...

The new script is nearing completion. It's both unlike anything I've written and yet, it's kinda typical.  The unusual part of this story is that it's a fun-for-the-whole-family kinda flick.  Hard to say if it's a family flick, but it's certainly not a kid's flick.  The kids range from 7-12 and the younger the kids the more evil they are--it's part of the plot.

Without getting into too much of the plot, the story's about a group of resourceful kids who solve mysteries and one day they come up against something huge.  My attempt with this story was not to make something original, but to use something you've seen before and spin it into something unique.  Where a lot of kid/family movies fail for me is when they purposely go out to make the adults dumber and goofier than they would really be.  I think that's one of the failures of Holes.  While I do enjoy the movie, I coulda done without some of the cartoony adult performances.  I tried to place everyone on an equal intellectual playing field. 

Not only was this story designed as a mass appeal kinda thing, but also to bring back some creepiness.  There's something about younger kids involved with the supernatural that adds a little more urgency.  Whereas before I had written about kick-ass heroes that feared nothing but failure.  Here, their friends and other kids' lives are at stake. 

Oh, and before anybody asks, "No, it wasn't hard to keep the profanity outta the script."

Oh, here's one of the character designs: Luther Hoodwinkle.


You all may or may not know, but there's an X-ray Eye Society MySpace page.  Actually, you're already here.  Not much is on it, but there's a few games, tunes, toys and shit.  I'll be fixing it up little by little.

In Other News...

Never heard back from Limp Bizkit or that other dude.  So, Feeding Frenzy is still on the shelf.

I'm outta the running for the 2006 Fade In Awards, but hey, I sure as shit got farther than I ever thought I would. 

The Gibbon project is comin' along a bit slow.  A lot of The Gibbon was initially designed to be black and white, but the color just makes it look like I Ted Turnered Casablanca. So, I'm having to re-do some of the art to make it more color-friendly instead of just black and a few flecks of color.

Oh, did a new design for that James Gunn character.  You can score some of this stuff and more at the JGAS Store. All proceeds go to Rover Rescue and James will match every dollar.  At least that's what he said.



Anyway, later, folks.  I'm hungry.

The Case of Old Man Jeckle's Scarecrow

Originally Posted: Tuesday, October 10, 2006 

               EXT. TREEHOUSE - DAY

               A straggly, old mutt chases ECKS (10, male) and JAC (10,
               female) up into their treehouse.  The dog BARKS and SNARLS
               daring them to come down.

                                   JAC
                         We're trapped up here now?

                                   ECKS
                         He doesn't hang around for long.



               INT. TREEHOUSE H.Q. - NIGHT

               They both look down in the dark pit of night seeing the dog's
               eyes staring back at them.

               Jac scowls at him as he CLEARS his throat looking over at Old
               Man Jeckle's backyard.

                                   ECKS
                         I can climb out to that branch that
                         hangs over Old Man Jeckle's
                         backyard, snatch an apple and
                         distract the dog.

                                   JAC
                         You mean with Scratch in the
                         backyard? 

               In the backyard looms a creepy-looking scarecrow they call
               Scratch.

                                   ECKS
                         Psh.  That's just an urban legend.

                                   JAC
                         That's just the kinda talk that
                         gets people in trouble.

               But Ecks is spooked.



               EXT. TREE

               Ecks climbs along the branch that arches to the ground the
               farther he goes out.  The dog jumps and SNAPS at him seeing
               the branch is too short.



               EXT. OLD MAN JECKLE'S BACKYARD

               Ecks makes a flying leap over the fence as the dog SCRAPES at
               the wooden fence.  Ecks looks back at a knothole in the fence
               seeing the evil dog staring back at him.

               Ecks runs across the yard, then drops to low-crawl under a
               window that shows OLD MAN JECKLE's flickering silhouette
               watching TV.

               Ecks looks back, as the dog's snout nuzzles its way under the
               fence.



               INT. TREEHOUSE

               Jac sees the dog preoccupied with the fence that she climbs
               down.



               EXT. OLD MAN JECKLE'S BACKYARD

               The dog crawls under the fence chasing Ecks across the yard.
               Ecks finds refuge on Scratch's crucifix.  The crucifix
               trembles as Ecks hugs Scratch.  Ecks is spooked.  Ecks tries
               to push away from Scratch as the post gets top heavy and
               leans toward the dog. 

               Ecks reaches for a ripe apple hanging off the tree that's
               just out of reach.  The post starts to lean getting him
               closer to the apple, but budges it just enough that the apple
               falls into his sleeve, rolls out the bottom of his shirt and
               disappears somewhere on the lawn.

               The post inches toward the dog as Ecks is forced to hug
               Scratch to keep the dog from getting him.  But the dog
               WHIMPERS and backs away.

               Ecks sees the dog is spooked too.  Ecks crawls down and holds
               up his hands.

                                   ECKS
                         Hey, you go your way and I'll go
                         mine, pooch.  Call it square.

               The dog scurries off as the scarecrow tackles Ecks.  Ecks
               SCREAMS and wrestles his way out of Scratch's garb.  He
               notices the post just came loose. 

               That's when Jac arrives and SPOOKS him holding up an apple.

                                   JAC
                         Hey, I got an apple.  You like
                         apples, right?

               He looks at her for a moment.

                                   JAC (CONT'D)
                         While you were busy with the dog I
                         hopped outta the tree.

               Ecks picks up the scarecrow post and sloppily stands it back
               up.

                                   ECKS
                         Don't eat the apple.

                                   JAC
                         Why?  It's already picked.

                                   ECKS
                         We don't need it now.  Just leave
                         it here.

                                   JAC
                         Is this one of your arbitrary
                         morality moods?

               Ecks storms off as it starts to rain.



               INT. JAC'S ROOM - NIGHT

               Rain BEATS against Jac's bedroom window when she shoots up
               out of her sleep seeing Scratch's silhouette creeping past
               the window, but it could be the tree outside.  The apple sits
               on her nightstand.

               The front door CREAKS open making her cringe.  HEAVY
               FOOTSTEPS come towards her room.  She crawls under her bed as
               the door opens -- lightning CRASHES.  Shadows dance all over
               the room.  Jac shuts her eyes tight.  She cracks one eye open
               as the lightning settles.  All clear.  She takes a breath.

               She crawls back into bed seeing the apple missing and wet
               footsteps leading out of the room.  LIGHTNING CRASHES.

               She stares out her window seeing Scratch missing from his
               post.



               INT. ECKS' ROOM - NIGHT

               Ecks is asleep as Scratch leaves the apple on his nightstand.

Long Beach: Returning to Willmore City After 18 Years.

First of all this is one epic-ass blog. Probably the most epicest that I’ve undertaken. Not only is this epic, but it contains so much that I can’t even fit into this here single entry. This isn’t a historical account of Long Beach, but more of my relationship to it as a kid into adulthood before I left to pursue other things. However, there are some historical facts that include the opening titles of Lethal Weapon.

Let’s start out with the controversial stuff. Yes, my mom worked for an abortion clinic. Actually, she worked for quite a few in Orange County as well. But they did a lot more than abort babies. They tried to prevent unwanted pregnancies with several birth control techniques. But as a child, I didn’t really understand it. What I did know was that there were several rubber models of uteri lying around the house. But after she ran the gambit paying for babysitters and day care, I was often left in the waiting room of FPA where I basically watched TV all day while coloring in my coloring books and playing with assorted toys. I didn’t have much to do between 6AM and 6PM, but I just sat and drew pictures. Caught up on all my Scooby-Doo, Brady Bunch, Charlie's Angels and Wonder Woman. If you're traveling the Metro Blue Line and reach the Willow station, you will be able to see the back where I spent my days looking out at the train tracks. But this was before the Metro Blue Line was built, so it was just freight train tracks. So, just look up and wave. Maybe you'll see a ghost of a 5 year-old me.

In 1987 a little movie called Lethal Weapon opened up and it opened on a building on Atlantic and Ocean. The same building where Amanda Huntsacker snorted a line and plunged to her death. In that very building about 10 years earlier, a friend, Alam (aka Amir), and I were at a pool party. We musta been like 3 or 4. We were trying to find his apartment so we could pee. Well, we’d forgotten what floor it was on and we just let it rip right there in the elevator. Our logic was that we were already wet from the pool that no one would notice. Of course we got our asses kicked. Yes, it was perfectly legal to beat the shit outta your kid at the time. So, when ever I watch the opening of Lethal Weapon I can’t help, but grin a little thinkin, I totally pissed on every floor of that building.

I think around the age of 7 I was allowed to stay home by myself. We lived in a roach-infested apartment for 9 years on Roswell and 10^th. We lived in the back where I had a nice view of the alley. That alley was my window to strange activities. That's where I saw plenty of women undressing in their bedrooms in apartments across the way. And where I saw two grown men beat the shit out of each other in an all-out fisticuffs. One dude got belted in the face with a gas can. Not sure what happened next because the next thing I knew, these dudes were shaking hands and limped off to their prospective first aid kits. I think one dude said, "See you next week." It was almost like that Warner Bros. cartoon where Wyle E. Coyote and that shaggy sheep dog would go at it and then clock out saying, "Good work today."

Much of my time was seeing how I can sneak out the windows to play with all the other kids. My mom locked me in a lot, but I always found a way out. The hard part was getting back into the house by a certain time without her being the wiser or finding out that she now had to put locks on the windows too. In the front yard of the complex was a wide open yard where we'd totally hang. It wasn't fenced in like you see here.

That scrawny-looking tree, which wasn't scrawny in its day, is what we called The Adventure Tree. Each branch indicated a more dangerous level depending on the height. They were often named after popular martial arts movies and icons at the time. The first was the Chuck Norris branch. If you climbed out there you’d hang there for a number of seconds and eventually drop to the ground. Then there were Nine Deaths of the Ninja, Ninja III: Domination, Enter the Dragon, Eye for an Eye, Cliffhanger (no relation to the Stallone flick) and the pussiest of branches… The Gymkata branch.

It’s also this tree where The X-ray Eye Society HQ is. The X-ray Eye kids could look out across the street to where Jac and her demonic brother were moving in. In reality, our friend Robin lived there. She was cool playing with us for a while, then when school started she joined her chick clique and then we were suddenly just the weird kids. I didn’t think we were weird at the time, however, we loved to play in alleys. That’s usually where we found all the cool stuff people threw out and we’d build stuff with.

One of the places we frequented was The Dirt Field on 8^th and Termino. It was a place where people in the neighborhood would just drop off their discarded junk. On one side was the mouth of the Dirt Field and on the other end was a frat house which looks like a regular old apartment now.

But one day on our way back from school, we’d come across a shopping cart full (and I mean FULL) of nudie mags. These were not Playboys or Penthouses. These were some bubblegum hardcore nasty mags. Me and my friend, Brian, were trying to figure out how to get these into our houses without our moms finding out. But there was one mag that I was particularly fascinated with which was a female motorcycle cop and a nun having full-on carnal knowledge of each other--with billie clubs and crucifixes. Today, they cleaned that place up and turned it into a historical landmark of some kind. It was only historical for us for many reasons. The Dirt Field as I remember it is how it’s featured in The X-ray Eye Society. Although, it does look prettier now, it just doesn’t have the same character.

I went to John C. Fremont. My best friend went to some other school. But while I was at Fremont, I used to hang out with this kid Egbert where we’d have these fake stunt fights behind the baseball fence. We were fans of The Fall Guy and the Rocky movies and we always practiced stunt fighting. We fooled a few kids here and there, but we weren’t into tricking people. Just practicing our moves. Then one day we were told to break up the fake fights because it was too strange.

When I didn’t have anyone to hang with, I’d often find myself hanging at the library. It was pretty killer actually. Learned a lot about film and art through those books in their cinema section.

I guess when Junior High came around that’s when I became a flip book porn king entrepreneur. I did lots of flip books of giant monster robots that would try and blow each other up. Then one day a kid pulls me aside and says, “Can you do one with a guy fucking a girl in the ass?” He handed me five bucks. Then word got around that I was the flip book smut king. So, I made some cash. And where did we go when I had money? Either the Gold Mine arcade in the Long Beach Plaza, 7-11 or Casa Sanchez.

Yup Casa Sanchez is where we got our grub on. The enchiladas a la carte are still amazing, but now they’re half the size. The bean and cheese burrito is still ridiculously large, but the one I had yesterday wasn’t so great. It really lacked cheese. But who knows? Maybe it was the good chef’s day off.

And of course for entertainment there were two theaters in the 80’s kitty corner from each other. The UA Marketplace and AMC Marina Pacifica. Throughout the 80’s the Marina Pacifica Mall was becoming a graveyard of dead shops. In the late 70’s and early 80’s it thrived like any other mall. But what made this mall special was that it was right on the water amid all the boats.

If you had a canoe you can row from your apartment and into Marina Pacifica. But little by little, more shops kept closing. So, while you were waiting for a movie, there wasn't really a whole lot to do. There was a B. Dalton's book store, but I think they closed that down too. Eventually, B&N, Best Buy and other stores opened up. But it looks more like a typical strip mall now.

The AMC theaters were nice, but they always showed crappy movies. Before Orion Pictures went belly up in the 90s, there was a contract cut way back in the day that Marina Pacifica would get all the Universal and Disney movies, while the UA Marketplace got the Fox and Orion movies—which were all the genre flicks. Including all the trashy movies where people got naked for no reason at all. But unfortunately, the UA Marketplace was roach-ridden. In the late 80’s I turned 16 and started the counterfeiting stage of my life.

When I didn’t have money, I would make fake tickets that the usher totally believed. In the 80’s the R-rating wasn’t taken all that serious regardless of what cinemastorians would like you to believe. But when a movie was controversial like Angel Heart or something, then the box office girls and ushers would pay more attention to our age and wondered where our adult guardians were. In those cases it was just forging a ticket for Like Father, Like Son or something and slipping into another flick.

That’s when we’d start putting tape on the backs of the doors where we’d slip in and grab a seat before the usher came barreling down the aisle. Then of course I got into more complex counterfeiting. Partially, just to see if I could do it. And partially, I wanted to eat pizza instead of toast and salt sandwiches for lunch. But I knew, by the time I’d turned 18 I had to go straight.

One of the great things about Woodrow Wilson High School was this one class called Film Analysis. We’d watch movies and write papers on stuff like Citizen Kane, Aliens, Raiders of the Lost Ark and stuff. This was the easiest class I ever had. Not only did we write about movies, but we actually got to shoot several short films on 8MM. I did a revenge flick called Rapid Rodneys just after the Rodney King beating about Rodney King and his buddy, King Rodney, who went around fucking up the cops that kicked Rodney King’s ass. Man, I made a mess of that school. I had one character, King Rodney I think, reach into Chuck Dearing’s throat, down into his chest and pull out his heart. And Dante Lewis, who played King Rodney, held an apple that we doused in BBQ sauce that we got from Del Taco and he pumped his fist around the apple as if it was still beating. Then later, Dominic Arnold, who played Rodney King, smashed Eddie’s head against the concrete benches while BBQ sauce spread all over the place. And I think later someone was stabbed through the ear with a pencil and we used a shampoo bottle mixed with water and red paint to look like there was a huge bloody rupture spraying out of the dude’s ear. I no longer am in possession of that film. I think Miss Townley owns the film stock. Where ever she is dammit. Where ever she is.

But because of that flick later me, Tommy LaRossa, Chad Hidalgo and Rick Rodriguez shot a movie off campus at Recreation Park (across from the school) which was an action-packed mad slasher movie about a homeless bum who tries to kill a skate punk, but it all just turns into a fable of who’s the real psychotic killer. Because it turns out that Tommy LaRossa was actually the notorious newspaper killer who killed his victims with his daily periodicals. You’d have to see it to believe it. Unfortunately, I lost that film somewhere between South Korea and Los Angeles. If nothing at all, it’s probably still a funny fucking movie. And yes, I still had BBQ sauce left over from Rapid Rodneys. But it’s funny. My mom wondered where all the BBQ packets went. I guess she thought I was eating them. And if you knew/know me, I hate BBQ sauce.

Anyway, I didn’t stay in town much longer. I think I joined the Army around December of 1991 and then left for basic training in 1992. Came back to Los Angeles in 1995, went to college, worked and a few things happened here and there. Of course, there's more to all these Long Beach adventures, but this barely scratches the surface.

Here are just additional pix from around the neighborhood.

Where I saw my first symphony.

The X-ray Eye Society Visual Reference Points for PCH Chase.

In 1987, we moved here. Right across the street from The Dirt Field.