Alibi in my rise through Crime

Alibi TV had a competition for some New Crime Writer competition. Forgot I had start writing a story since February, but rediscovered it when I was backing up all my files from my mac, god rest her poor bastard soul. Check it out, you only have til May the 1st to enter:

http://uktv.co.uk/alibi/homepage/sid/8644

The story I wrote was based on the coming home of a soldier faced with the death of a brother caused by knife wielding punk. Hopefully I pass the first stages so you can start voting for the kid. Here's an excerpt:

It is awfully cold. Not so much the weather as the atmosphere. Wind chill -10. Goosebumps

lift off Salema’s skin. The construct of this place doesn’t help either. To the left of the small

metal fenced cemetery is a field. Open. Stretches for a good couple of yards. No trees or hills

to break the flow of wind. And at the end of the field, North East, are two towering flat

blocks. Ghost buildings that blot out the hazy peach sun. Living proof British architecture is

modelled off a prison system. Open. Exposed. With a central towering all-seeing eye. The

constant feeling of being watched. Scrutiny that swells into demonisation. It’s the same way I

felt walking those broad streets of Iraq back in 2014 with the two monumental sword arms

interlocking. Architecture and control. Draconian in design.

“Don’t be. It’s just something I don’t like talking about.” I reassure Salema, as I consciously

try to soften my hardened, soldier’s stare.

To be honest I was too far away to become overly traumatised. Nothing I personally did. Just

the aftermath.

“What happened?” I asked her.

“I told you.” her eyes fixed on, soft and cow.

“Tell me again. The party. What started the argument?

Salema averts her gaze to the floor. Quivering peach lips tell an ugly story of my brother.

Going to a party he didn’t want to be at in the first place. Persuaded by a fifteen year old ex-girlfriend,

naïve to the laws of the world. How a punk with a rep to prove began getting rough

with her. My brother stepped in. Emulating what any good man would do for the one he

loved. Chivalry cost him his life. My brother was stabbed thrice. Twice in his lower thigh,

once in his inner thigh. He bled out in minutes. Daytime crime TV has given these bastards

too many wrong ideas.

Also need new Photoshop so busy sorting that out. Yeah, til whenever.

Sum up,

Was watching the Centaurian, but saw 'he' was in it and I thought, f*ck it. I'd rather watch the Royal Wedding. And I'd rather do myself in than watch a German and '100%-British-wedding-tree' trick jump the proverbial witch's broom.

What the Mothership?!

Hello gang,
Hope the easter has been a quiet one for you, lots o' breaking fasts and merry making and all that good stuff. Seems to be a hell of a time right now for me. Technology seems to be divorcing my sorry kaput. Laptop has died and will be going to the Apple graveyard. And my faithful iMac, the cd drive has decided not to let me in. Tried forcing it in, that was no good. Sounds like the premise of every Lifetime movie ever made.

So I've been beaming my marshmallow and ether brain waves to you from a Vista. Vista! Sure. The kind of equipment you'd love to have a vista view of as it's being propelled into a quasar.

That vid I was working on for the Discover Hyundai competition? It's done and up:



Salute to the realest and pray I rise above the nay-sayers to get this done. Talk soon, comrades.

Sum up,
No time for looking back, it's done.

Discovering Hyundai- Sketches

Just some sketches I did  which I've used in the Discovering Hyundai music vid competition. So I lazily took photos of them and emailed them to myself. Rediscovered the power of the pencil.

It's late at night and about to head out to do some guerrilla filming. So do not fear, we may look like zapazistas, but we're just camera guys. Shooting. Footage.


Sum up,
Sleep well.

suicide, IT'S A SUICIDE!!!

Short and sweet. Suicide Kids is a thriller coming out in June 2011. They had a little competition going and I thought I might as well enter. Plus seems I've been flexing my design muscle of late. Getting back into the clean image. Here's one of 3:

Blood In. Blood out. Title got me listening to AOTP:



But seriously, suicide's for the weak.

Seems the church charity I did some work for wants me back. Designed a poster for them... Sorry if looks like an advert for a dandy good time in a gay club, but as any graphic designer, soldiers of art and Nazi's on trial will tell you, 'We were just following orders':

Reexporting some animations after a bit of a tweek. It's taking forever. But hey who's watching time. Tick Tock.

Sum up,

My words are fortified through struggle. Your words are empty and ring hollow. I'm sorry that you can never relate.

Metal Edge

Let me set the scenario. Film Challenge. Up against a few contestants. A shit load by the looks of it. An acquaintance brought me iuto the mix to join the team. There name was a Play on the Wil' Coyote Meme- Amorphous Anomalous. Clever Penny. And the teams were randomly given 3 scraps of paper. On these pieces of paper are elements which must be incorporated into the film: Film title, prop and quote. And everything had to be done in 48 hours.

Sci-Fi London 48 hour film challenge. Working on a adapted script great fun. I didn't do much just helped polished the film idea and shimmied the film in the right direction. It really was a group effort. Film's about an AI. Ah just watch it here. I did graphic/animation/edit in the beginning for the pseudo-infomercial and titles/credits.


Metal Edge (Sci Fi London 48 Hour Film Challenge) from Jobeda Ali on Vimeo.

An exercise in awesomeness. Well done team. Now back to the batcave where I do most of my true crime fighting.

Sum up,
Defying peoples perceptions and stereotypes since 2001

School of Life and other Unimportant Stuff.

Won a competition. Photostory. 1st place. 1000 or 500 pounds- can't remember. Blunts all around. I'll pass. Either way I have to split the money fiddy/fiddy. My photostory was based on a director's film. Jake Polonsky. School of Life. In the streets? Nah. Name of the film. Personally, I learnt fuck all in school. Lecturing pricks. See here a page (4 of 14):

Linguistic ingenuity. Like Imhotep, but dumber.
On another note: Currently entering this here competition:

http://www.youtube.com/DiscoverHyundai

Think Roswell. Will put up some sketches sooninsh. More meetings tomorrow and Saturday and throughout April.

Sum up,

They are like the Mafia "Just when you think you're out, they drag you back in" Crabs I guess.