Xopher Lance

Occoquan Elem., Attended 1979 - 1985, Class of 1985
Rippon Middle, Attended 1985 - 1988, Class of 1988
Thomas Jefferson High School, Attended 1988 - 1992, Class of 1992

University of California - Berkeley, Attended 1994 - 1996, Class of 1996, Bachelor's Degree, Film Studies
Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University, Attended 1992 - 1994, Other

Visual Effects Artist (retired)

building walls out of empty Pocky boxes, investigating intriguing phenomena, traveling, secular humanism, disputing conservative pundits, Scrabble, rock climbing, films, yum cha, Chano's, history, art, linguistics, scuba diving, photography, absinthe

The Razor's Edge, Ishmael, Norwegian Wood, FRUITS, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Siddhartha, Sand and Foam, Lonely Planet Guidebooks, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Age of Reason, Giant Robot

Kill Bill, Baraka, Fist of Legend, Lost in Translation, The Big Lebowski, Chungking Express, Master of the Flying Guillotine, Drunken Master II, Amelie, The Iron Giant, Run Lola Run, The Pink Panther Strikes Again, Yojimbo, Il Nuovo Cinema Paradiso

Hip-Hop, downtempo, house, turntablism, jungle, classical, electronica, exotica, eclectica, etcetera.

I used to really dig on the late-night infomercial for 'JUST KIDDING', that European hidden camera show...

"The world is my country, all humankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion." I think of myself as a globe-trotting Encyclopedia Brown...but older, and with fewer mysteries to solve. Like Stinkor, He-Man's malodorous arch-nemesis, I like to infect people with my very essence. NineDragons.net is where I upload my thoughts and Xopher.buzznet.com is where I upload my images.

I found out what I want to be when I grow up! I want to have my own island-fortress, and on this island I will live like a king, totally self-sufficient. I shall hire Bolo Yeung as my top enforcer and head of my army, and I'll recruit all the foxiest and deadliest female assassins in the world to be my personal bodyguards. My only contact with the outside world will be through the martial arts tournaments I'll hold every three years. I know, I know -- its been done before, but unlike Mr. Han, I'll be smart enough to allow guns on MY island. That way, if some gwailo government agency hires Bruce Lee to infiltrate my tournament, reveal my secret heroine-producing factory and addict slave-trade ring and kill me, I can just pull a .45 and BANG! settle it. And now that I'm retired from visual effects, I think I just may be able to pull it off.

I'd like to meet the person who broke into my car over the
summer and stole my stuff. I hope you're taking advantage
of my language tapes and are well on your way to mastering
Cantonese, you assprick.