The Diary of a Freelancer: What can be white and black and paper all over?

List. We live by 'em. Things to be done. Things to buy. Like that dickhead dressed in the latest metro look-at-my-nipples-when-I-stand-by-the-frozen-section fashion in a supermarket reading his grocery list off an iPad. Great. But the list that is most important... well the kind that ensure you remember what's good for you and what's bad for you. You will come across certain companies and individuals that mean you no good. Matter of fact, they mean you every bit of harm.

They belong on the Blacklist. Of course, racially sensitive words are not my thing *kaffkaffonlyrizMCEnglishDefenseLeagueandeveryPoliticianinBritainkaffkaff*. So these companies belong on the Shitlist. It's ugly covered in blood and spilled milk and Chips Ahoy cookie crumbs.

The Waterlist, or the pure list, which always happens to be quite short, are certain caliber people you would go to war for without question.These, I regard, as comrades. 2 people are definitely on this list.


Then my friends there is the infamous Greylist. The Greylist is a bit funny. You don't particularly like how said company or people treat you, but you kinda want to see the end of the tunnel. Or simply the work relationship is too much in its embryonic stage to make any judgements. My Greylist is huge.

It's Christmas Eve. Need some creeper liquors in me and see if that will better my Black Ops dominion. Sweet. Merry Christmas dudes and dudettes. I'll be praying for some of you. Others I'll make a footnote comment after the 'Amen'. The rest I'll hurl your name out in disgust. Like vomit. I kid.

Sum up,
Peace on earth, good will to all decent men. Ho, ho ho, have you seen my naughty list?

Smile for London II.

More Vimeo goodies I churned out for the Smile for London Competition. Do watch and vote. Keep hope alive and all that.


Interview Day from Dulani Wilson on Vimeo.


Relax from Dulani Wilson on Vimeo.

Sum up,
What the f**king hell is wrong with me!? Excuse my French.

Smile for London.

We are in grave times. Flobots No Handlebars is the soundtrack. The news is the film. Harbinger becomes prophesy- My story was set in 2012, so stay tuned.

Pigs trampled by the very beasts they ride. Pushing women to the ground with no reservation. Politicians ignoring the young proletariats. Our Prime Sinisters jacking off over our futures. Politricks. Poor weather. So I think London should chill for a bit, keep the peace amongst the 99%. And later in 2011, take it to the 1%. On behalf of the proletariat, I apologise for the Bentley. Just hope that none of our tax money went into maintaining your luxury. So smile people, because my own brand of propaganda could potentially be up in the underground and beamed into your subconscious. Vote for me in the competition- Smile for London. We got to learn to smile and relax now and again. Not sure if a 20 sec. animation will do all that but I took a dirty bloody stab at it anyway. This is one of 5. The rest are pending, and I'll post 'em when they are approved:



Be Awesome from Dulani Wilson on Vimeo.

The group on Vimeo is here, look at my competition:

Smile for London Vimeo Page

Til then, I'm out

Sum up,
Trampled by own horse: absolute FAIL (The title of my upcoming Autobiography).