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George Carlin has died... First Stan Winston, and now George, too...

"Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck."

"If I had my choice of how to die, I would like to be sitting on the crosstown bus and suddenly burst into flames."

"Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time."

"I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it."

- George Carlin,  


www.nytimes.com/2008/06/24/art…

edition.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/0…

ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5in…

www.nydailynews.com/entertainm…

I'm just like WTF...

Who's going next week? Don't bad things come in 3's?

www.positiveatheism.org/hist/q…

:( :( :( :( :no: :no: :no: :( :( :( :(

Well, at least we can count on this:

"I don't have any beliefs or allegiances. I don't believe in this country, I don't believe in religion, or a god, and I don't believe in all these man-made institutional ideas," he told Reuters in a 2001 interview.

Carlin told Playboy in 2005 that he looked forward to an afterlife where he could watch the decline of civilization on a "heavenly CNN."

"The world is a big theater-in-the round as far as I'm concerned, and I'd love to watch it spin itself into oblivion," he said. "Tune in and watch the human adventure."


George wouldn't have wanted to RIP.

I like to think that he's somewhere causing trouble now, or watching us all going 'oh give it a rest already people!'

Or maybe he's having a sit down with 'god'. I bet that would be interesting...

Who knows what else Death has up it's shrouded wraith-like sleeve.

Maybe we should start a betting pool.

Maybe it'll be Stan Lee, or Hulk Hogan. Arnold?
Spielberg. Lucas? Aaaaaaaugh... :(

Well... enjoy the show of our demise, George. :ahoy:

Wherever you are, give em hell. Unless for some crazy reason you end up in hell, then in that case, then give em heaven!!!

:(

Well, here's a last bit of irony George has given us. He DID say Sunday would be a good day to die... video.google.com/videoplay?doc…


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  • Listening to: Command & Conquer Collection Soundtrack
  • Reading: the veins in my arms, hoping they'll turn green
  • Watching: Hulk flashbacks in my head
  • Playing: with the Zoom H4 & G9.
  • Eating: sunlight & belching out thunderstorms
  • Drinking: in the horror & terror in your eyes
Just got back from watching 'The Incredible Hulk'...

I once had a dream of a Hulk movie, more or less how I would do it, but at the same time I was somehow in it and it wasn't really a movie. It was pretty freakin' terrifying. Soldiers were screaming and shooting. Things were getting thrown, broken apart, & of course smashed beyond all recognition. I imagined the trailer for it, a pounding low pitched heart beat. The screen flashing images between black fades. And then the angry grimace of a beastial pissed off Hulk.

Well, I can tell you right off the bat that this movie really came mega-close to that dream, and at times even better... it was fucking awesome.

I was pretty apprehensive about being excited AT ALL about this movie, what with the last one, and was not sure if this was just going to be a petty attempt to right all the things that went wrong with the Ang Lee Hulk. But all in all, this movie took all the things that movie did RIGHT - like copious amounts of smashing and roaring, and a sympathetic yet terrifying godzilla frankenstein type hybrid of a Hulk - but also made them FAR FAR BETTER.

The movie plays a bit like a Bourne Identity/ Supremacy/ Ultimatum movie, with Banner being on the run, it definitely brings in all the great elements of the old Bill Bixby/ Ferigno Hulk serial, the awesome over the top moments of the Cartoon, and some of the more memorable artwork and visuals of the comic books (wait til you see him roaring at the lightning... WOW).

The other character elements and surprise appearances are fun as well. I won't spoil anything, but if you're a Hulk fan, certain references and supporting characters *coughcoughlikeacertaindoctorcoughcough* make appearances. ;)

The action. This movie is loaded with action. Sometimes it gets a bit CG heavy, but it's too gorgeous to be bothersome, and it's done BEAUTIFULLY.

The fights between the military, and the abomination are nothing short of EPIC & BRUTAL. Can you say cop car knuckles?

All in all, I give this flick a hefty **** (4/5 stars) & I highly recommend you get yourself into your local theatre, and enjoy.

Marvel Studio's is 2 for 2 so far... Damn I'm really excited to see what they come up with next.

Shout Out's! in no particular order ;) & somewhat random! :boogie:
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Also, GIVE ME SOME STAMPS to throw in here. :) And uh... how does one do that, anyways?
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  • Eating: sunlight & belching out dense storm clouds.
  • Drinking: horror and terror as it washes over me.
So we had ourselves a bit of an adventure this weekend. We drove down to Louisville, KY - to visit 'one of America's most haunted places': Waverly Hills Sanatorium.

This was our first visit there, and it's a beautiful building, so busy there, and I really can't wait to go back.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waverly_… - the Wiki facts

www.therealwaverlyhills.com/ - the Real Waverly Hills site

whsmemorial.tripod.com/ - Official Waverly Hills Sanatorium/ Woodhaven Geriatric Center Memorial & Historical Resource

These are some of the best sites I've come across in regards to the historical aspect of Waverly Hills.

Well, on to the meat n' potatos of the visit. :movingon:

It was a dark & stormy night on Saturday (no really, it was, check weather.com). The mist was rolling in as we pulled up to WHS. Wow, what a special place!

Our group was nicely organized into teams of 10-12 people, each team assigned to each floor (5 floors in all) in a rotation allowing for 90 minutes per floor, per team, for investigating, etc.

Now this may sound like ALOT... but the place is ENORMOUS. It was very easy to be the only person left in one of the wings or halls whilst there. Let me just tell you that to realise that you're the only person in your area, and to hear, feel, and see things going on around you is something you will LIKELY experience here.

The place definitely feels... aware or alive somehow. It's very interesting.

Word of advice however... if you go digging around for info on Waverly, be wary of the legends and tales that have been spread - especially those concerning the eyeless girl and the suicide nurse from Room 502, read them with a grain of salt. :D

IMO, a place like this doesn't really need further embellishment to give it a wow factor... the building and the history behind it stand up quite well on their own, and being there is definitely an experience, regardless of what your beliefs are, whether you're into ghost hunting or old architecture, or just want to take some great pictures for your own artistic resources (FUN FACT: I often use textures I take photos of from haunted locations in my artwork - never really thought of sharing that info til now ;) ).

I did have a few WTF moments whilst there, the kinds of things that really throw you off and make you doubt your senses and ability to tell what's what.

Not sure yet as to whether I'll spill the beans in here just yet or not...
If you wanna hear it... just say 'kuagala painorama gecko spit' and I'll post up a few of the things here. :)

For now, I'll keep putting up some of the pictures!!! :D

OK, and now for the 'kuagala painorama gecko spit' updated journal:

AHEM... It was a dark & stormy night (again, for reals it was... wait til you see the mist picture!), and the things that bump in the night were like, 'dude, 'sup!'.

Well, we started on the 3rd floor, then worked our way through to 2nd, 1st, 5th (where the fabled Room 502 is), 4th, then back to 3rd.

First of all, if you want to see some pretty crazy photos from things we caught whilst there... head on over to Grey's scraps :iconeidolon-grey: , be sure to check out the stairway peeper shadow thing... & her descriptions.

My specific experiences there:

1 - Floor 3 - Having been there a while, I was wandering about taking photos, observing the place, resting against the walls and taking in the atmosphere, and going in and out of rooms, I did have an odd experience in one of the rooms I entered. It was interesting. I can't for a matter of integrity say that this is hands down a full fledged ghostly experience, but I will say that it threw me off. Well, as I entered this room, as I crossed the threshold of the doorway, I had an intense sensation of everything being drowned out - much like when you have your head dunked under water, the way your senses shift a little bit, and everything becomes muffled. It nearly made me dizzy & it was as if I'd stepped into some kind of 'bubble' for lack of a better term. I made myself stand there, just observing what was happening, trying to figure it out. After a minute or so had passed, things gradually returned back to normal and then nothing. Once it stopped, I had a bit of that spooked wtf kind of physical feeling as I left the room, but nothing beyond that. I didn't hear any voices, nor did I have some crazy flashing of someone else's lives before my eyes, the room didn't warp into what it used to be, Kevin bacon didn't show up suddenly talking about echoes or anything. Pretty interesting still.

2 - Floor 2 - There was one long auditorium type of room across from what used to be the kitchen that really spooked me. Mind you, I don't spook easily when we're at places like this, and I'm usually really eager to go charging into the 'scariest places' and check everything out. But this room... whoo boy. Oh, and to boot, this was one of those instances where everyone had gone to the other wing, whilst I was busy being a weirdo playing with my camera and taking crazy delayed exposure shots (I'll show you those later). So there I was, and in I walked.

It was one of those rooms where you just feel really threatened, and like something is cramping your personal space. On top of that... well, have you ever walked through a seedy side of town, the projects, the ghetto? That kind of awkward alertness that kicks in, and the instinct to contain your own space as much as you can? Well it was very much like that. This room was also quite LONG (I'd say about the length of 1 & 1/2 pro basketball courts). Well, being the stubborn head-strong youth that I am, I kept myself in there for a while, stopping now and then to take photos, and again, observe and be aware of my surroundings as much as possible, trying not to be too mindful of the intense watched feeling that was going on. I work my way through the whole room, only to discover that I could not find an exit on the other end. There seemed to be a bit of a mock office set up over there (consisting of a table, some architectural paperwork, office supplies etc; presumably this is where some of the renovation planning goes on). Because I could not find an exit... I had to turn around and go back. yeap. And walking back through was like one of the longest walks I took through that incredibly large building, all night! :rofl:

Well, much to my surprise, guess what I found as I made my way to the other wing? Yep. A small white door (brand new) that was juuuust tucked behind that office looking area. My guess is the door was installed to allow access to that makeshift planning room. Anyways, yep. Door. Tucked away. Niiiiiiiice... :evillaugh:

3 - Floor 2 (again) - Another weird experience I had on this floor really threw me off. Well, basically, often times what I will do when I'm taking pictures for 'ghost hunting' purposes, ie to see 'what's there', I'll snap the picture whilst looking over the camera, avoiding the digital view finder and it's light, if it's even on to begin with. Also to note, when we're doing these things in the dark, we also have these headlamps that go either light white or red (red lighting is better on your eyes for not affecting your 'night vision' too much). Anyhoot, so I'm working my way through the hall of one of the long wings, and stop to snap a picture. When I do so, as the flash goes off and I look around with my headlamp, I could clearly see a set of double doors a few doors down from me in the hallway. Well, naturally I start planning a in my mind if I am going to try to open the doors, or if I will simply just have to go around (which is very easy, because of how the place is built - room, main hall, more rooms, and then the large open windows where TB patients would get their sunbathing in). So I keep working my way down the corridor, and then really get thrown off when I do not run into any doors at the point I should've. Perhaps my eyes played some kind of trick on me via the shadows and similar looking walls & doorways in the room, but I tried to recreate this sensation to no avail. I also thought perhaps it happened because of where the hallways "bend", but I was still quite a way from one of the points where the corridor bends into another direction.

Either way, I don't know if double doors have ever existed at that location, but I am going to find out.

I'm out of time for now, so I'll leave this journal updated with these for now. :)
  • Mood: Stuck
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  • Reading: Imagine FX!!! HOUSE OF LEAVES
  • Watching: the membrane on my eyeballs crust over dry
  • Playing: with the flaking membrane over my eyeballs
  • Eating: the bits of leafy membrane that have fallen
  • Drinking: Zippy dee doo daa, zippy doo day
Nothing to say...

a lil shout out. ;)

Shout Out's! in no particular order ;) & somewhat random! :boogie:
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Out of time, and Time yet again

The old man looks on, with anxious eyes. They gather around, just like all the other times, some mingling and communing, others keeping to themselves, but all of them watching just the same.

The old man knows what's coming, and so do they.

Some resent him... yet some are fond of him...
To some he brought gifts, joy & good times... yet to others he may have well brought misery, demise, & bad times.

Course, he could'nt do much about those that brought either to themselves.

Many came, and many left for good during his stay.
Trends took off, and trends died.
There was creation, and there was destruction.

It all repeats itself in the end and he knows this.

He nervously fiddles with his beard, as the hours flash by.

His sole comfort is the now tattered banner that hangs loosely over his withering body. The banner he so proudly wore back then upon his arrival - greeted with a glorious reception full of fireworks and much drink. It had been a good time indeed. His sole comfort, yet a mockery of sorts at the same time.

The sentence that had been passed unto him would inevitably come to pass. It came with the job... that's just the way it was and always had been. His predecessors knew it, and just about each and every one witnessing it knows it all too well. Why, you might ask? It's simple, really. To most if not all of those watching, he will not be the first to fall at the ringing of that hour.

Yes, that hour, fast approaching, every second a heavy thud as the hands of time make their laps around the face of the clock.

Tick tock... Tick tock...

A bead of sweat, then another, and another, emerge and crawl down the old mans furrowed expression. He can't escape. None ever have. With a heavy sigh, he takes a deep breath and does what many prisoners of his position would do...

He lights a cigarette and calms his nerves.

His eyes scan the floor tiles, the walls, and then his own hands. How fast age came. It seemed as if one minute he was in his festive youth, and the next, he was nearing the end of his time. As he slowly allowed the smoke to pour out of his lungs and roll off his lips, he felt a twinge of rebelliousness. There was still a blink of defiance in him.

Maybe this time it'd be different. Maybe this time he could do what none of the others could. Boy would that stir up some trouble. With a hint of mischief, he laughed softly at the whole notion. The notion of avoiding the unavoidable.

The clock, ever so patient, continued on it's way... round and round... round and dreadfully round.

The witnesses all stood at the ready... even those who didn't consider this ritual to be of any significance would in the end be affected by it. Looking into all of their eyes, behind his own a blend of defiance, fear, loathing, and even hope. Oh, but didn't they looked so happy to do away with him. It comes with the job, he told himself.
He continued running his eyes across all of theirs, some jeered, some couldn't care less, some were too drunk to even notice. But just then, his breath caught, as he noticed that some of them were actually a bit mournful... even just a hint of it was there. Some bade him farewell as the ticker of time continued it's deadly march.

He smiled, and closed his eyes.

10
an unheard cough began to emanate from him, harder and harder,  
9
8
He then tore the banner from his chest, clutching it in his clenched fist...
7
yet his smile persisted through the spazms,
6
5
he hung on to his defiance and fear, along with his pride and sense of duty
4
3
drawing from every last reservoir of effort time allowed him
2
maybe he could beat this thing, unlike the rest before...
1
maybe...

With that... the stormlike thundering began. The skies lit up, he caught the near blinding flare, exploding before his eyes or mayhaps even his mind as he began to fall over - in his mind something fired off as he remembered, this was death, but this too was birth. The spectacle took his breath away, his last breath, and he collapsed, falling over with a thud so loud, yet muffled by the cheers and ringing of time around him. The tattered banner, the one he so proudly wore, escaped from his fist as his grasp loosened... the faded digits bearing his identifying number, 2007, and it fluttered across the ground.

Time meant nothing for just this moment, a moment which the crowds cannot understand, imagine, nor comprehend.

Now, time lurched, as the deceased old man's carcass began to bulge, and rip. There was a inaudible bang followed by a strobe-like flashing, as if lightning had struck the ground where the old man lay. His body instantly became ashes, disintegrating in the wind.

Time picked up again, and before the witnesses lay a newborn, tangled and obscured by a large banner, not much unlike the one it's predecessor wore, only with a new number...

2008.

And they celebrated - here, it all starts again, more of the same, more of the new...
  • Mood: Mesmerized
  • Listening to: Everything Wojciech Kilar
  • Reading: Imagine FX!!!/ Death Dealer
  • Watching: my flesh writhe violently under the surface
  • Playing: With the big red button, singing a happy song
  • Eating: your thoughts as they parade out your eyes
  • Drinking: Naked (juice)...
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Musicovery dot com
  • Reading: Imagine FX!!!/ Good Omens
  • Watching: the flesh under my skin, Gnomon DVDs
  • Playing: With the fate of the world...
  • Eating: watered down Coke!!! Mmm...
  • Drinking: Extract of Shrieking Harpy - now with ginseng
Hey Gang.

Well, it's been another year. I've been slacking on my DA page, to boot.
My birthday just came and went, the actual day of was a bit quiet, we didnt really do much. However the surprise party... boy lemme tell ya...

So Trys & Mando (Amanda) come over, and 'the boys' (Trys & I of course) get to cracking on some Call of Duty 4 straight away. We're sittin there on our headsets and xboxes (we've got 2 at our house now, it had to happen!), fraggin, shankin', and occasionally shooting people, doin' our thing. Well, unbeknownst to me... there was trickery afoot! Mia comes down with a big load of bags, telling me she's just throwing out the trash - mind you, had I not been busy cracking away capturing flags and ranking up on CoD4, I may have caught on, y'see... I'd thrown ALL the trash out the night before, so there's no way in hell she woulda been able to dig up an additional 3 bags to toss out! - and I think nothing of it.

Then she tells me that Mando wanted to do something special for dinner, but that she'd talked them into cooking something special at home instead, and that they'd just go out and get some groceries & ingredients, and that they'd stop at the Asian market too. However they were low on gas, we'd just filled up, and if her and Mando could just take our car. I says to her I says, sure, Mando drives, no problem.

So la, de, da, a while later the phone rings and it's Mando: "Hey, I'm sooo sorry! I broke your car."

wait it gets better.

"It wont start". "well, what's it doing and what's it not doing?" (y'see, I know Kitty's tricks - Kitty's our car btw) "well, it kinda clicks and wont start". I tell her to jiggle the wire on the battery (sometimes it's fiddly and doesn't make contact right), and I later found out she stood there wobbling her hand around going 'yeah I'm jiggling it'. I tell her to have Mia sit in the car and try starting it  and call me back if nothing works.

A few frags and explosions later... the phone rings.

"Dude, it's not starting!" she says, "It's making like it's going to start but it wont go... ". Damn. "Hurry up because we're in this lot and there's a bunch of weird guys around here and they keep looking at us, and they keep coming closer n stuff". Protective Mode - engaged. "Ok, we'll be right there..., where are you guys again?". "Brunswick Lanes (a bowling alley)".  "what?!", that doesnt make sense I think... "What are you doing THERE? Ugh, yeah ok, brt ASAP. Go inside, make like you're still shopping or whatever, don't act all nervous and stuff, cause sometimes that gets the attention of potential jerk asses." I start getting a bit grumbly - as the Asian Market is in an area that I'm not particularly fond of, for various reasons indeed!

I tell Trys that we need to bail out of the game, we tell everyone we need to cut out and that stuff is going on - to which everyone agrees 'yeah, I think yer womens are more important than this fecking game man, GO!'. I'm thinking, what the hell... I grab my shit kicker boots just in case, cause you'll never know if you have to bash someone's face in someday, and better to be prepared if the situation presents itself somehow again... right?

We jump into Trystan's car, he doesn't know what's going on (well, he sure as hell was ACTING like it  ;P ), we need to get gas, the whole thing seems like a mess at this point. Besides, we'd almost ranked up again :P . So we get gas, and we head down there. We start pulling into the Brunswick Lanes parking lot... GHETTOOOooooo... I mean... not particularly pleasant... AHEM.
And I start saying "Dude, this doesn't make sense... the Asian market is over there across the street, down the road, why the hell would they be HERE... maybe she meant they were BY it... we should go over to the Aldi's and check it out" - now, I later find out that Trys panicked a lil bit at this point at my insistance - but we both agreed to roll on through this parking lot JUUuuust in case they had to push Kitty into it and that's what explained them being here . My gears were turning and burning at this point, trying to figure out just wtf was going on and what they'd gotten into - what with the various Captain Thug Life look alikes running around :lol: . So as we're rolling through, I spot Kitty with a "ah, well there's Kitty... and oh good, they're not sitting inside, let's park and check inside the store/ place" - much to Trys' relief.

So we get to the front door, and Mando comes out and greets us, tells us to come on inside and that we don't have to wait in line. (Brunswick is a bowling alley, with arcades, etc, you know the type of joint). And I see Mia come out and they both look fairly serious, and I'm like, um what the hell is going on? (Mind you, my mind was racing with ideas that the management at the place were being jerks and making them sit in an office or what have you... have I ever mentioned that I kinda hate people?). So Mia starts strolling into the party room hall, yes, I know, it should've clicked by now, but I was too ready to give someone a good telling off etc that it didn't manage to grab my batman detective skilled brain's attention long enough for me to go "aaah you cheeky monkeys! you have a party!" - but nooo, here I am, thinking 'wtf? they're making them sit in the party rooms??? What the hell is WRONG with these people!?!?.

So I walk in there, (I was afterwards told that I looked ready to give someone a good roughing - well, I was. :P ), and I catch a bunch of movement to my right followed by a loud SURPRISE!!! Happy Birthday!!!

Aw... Shit. I'd been had. :P

After that, we had pizza's and unveiled all the crazy headbashing gifts that I got smothered with... but THAT, is a story for another journal (and possibly a Dev ID. ;) )
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First of all, just want to say Merry Spookymas & Happy Dead People Christmas to all you people.

Went to see the Rob Zombie/ Ozzy concert on Halloween night, and it was bittersweet - at least that's the best way I can think of describing it...

Here's a recap by Eidolon-Grey

The concert was both great and crappy all at once... I had my first experience of how awfull Minneapolis crowds are... put it this way, the energy was so blaaaaaaaaah that Ozzy (Frikken OZZY man!) had to start his OWN encore I felt ashamed of them... there were a few times that I screamed and jumped up and down, people around me would turn and stare at me all offended and stuff, they'd clap politely now and then and there was rock fingers of course! But otherwise the energy from the crowd was really unenthusiastic, they seemed more interested in toking that rocking :( Ozzy seemed very upset with the crowd and tried REALLY hard to whip up some "crazy" as he put it, but despite all his efforts (and he was really awesome, such a master to watch) he could barely get people to clap along for more 30 seconds. He got really vengeful with the foam and water sprayers he had and basically stood there hosing people in the face, and the camera was zoomed up on his face and he just looked angry lol

He sounded awesome though, his voice was clear and strong, he was really high energy in himself too, running around the stage and really putting in a HUGE effort, especially considering the crowd was so blah.

Zombie's set was brilliant, he had a bunch of monsters and dancing girls in costumes and fire and things, it was all very energetic and fun. His videos were all classic monster movies and of course House of 1000 Corpses & Devils Rejects (and some really dodgy 80's hentai at one point that was pretty funny, especially when this woman spread her legs and this perky super chibi childs head in a hat popped out of her doodah rofl). But I felt SO sorry for him! Seriously my heart went out to him. Halloween is his favourite day of the year, it's super special to him, like christmas for most people. And he was all excited and happy and talking about how special it was and stuff, and then he stops his set all excited and asks for the lights to be lifted so he can see everyones costumes... and gets all dissapointed because almost no one dressed up (we did!). He said "What's wrong with you people, don't you realize it's HALLOWEEN?!" and got all sad and "whatever" about the rest of his songs... but he pulled it back together with Dragula which was great and I had lots of fun jumping around and singing along hehe

We got some photo's which hopefully aren't blurred to all heck which we'll look at tonight and see if any are worth sharing, and I'm sore all over and have no voice today lol but I'm glad we went anyway, it was special to see Ozzy, and I really enjoyed Zombie and would like to see him again if we get the chance.


So, There you have it.
And now, my :twocents:.

Well, I totally hear where Zombie was at... It definitely seemed like a big portion of the crowd were at the wrong concert!!! At one point Rob Zombie even commented "you people need to make some noise, instead of sitting there... 'observing', I'm sure you didn't come out tonight to 'observe'." I would be pretty irritated. And yeah, when he hit the lights... I wasn't too close to the stage, but you didn't have to be to see the disappointment in his face when he saw the lack of monsters and freaks in the crowd, ON FREAKIN' HALLOWEEN NIGHT DAMMIT!

I second that notion.

Perhaps Minneapolis crowds are just too passive for their own good... I just hope it doesn't rub off on me! ack! getteroff!

Ozzy did a pretty fantastic job considering what he had to work with (lame-o crowd). It's like... the long winters just make Minnesootans lethargic or something. But he was awesome, jumping around, loud and clear, telling people "Go crazy! It's Halloween mate! You can do whatever the fuck you want man! Have fun!".

Maybe I'll post some pictures soonish. Whatchall think?

Dia de los Muertos was just kinda quiet, spent it at home, maybe next year we'll do something a bit more special, complete with baked Calaca cookies and such. :skull:

Guy Fawkes day: We didn't get to watch V for Vendetta as we planned, but we still had a pleasant evening fragging the hell outta people on teh Haloz. So no complaints. ;) Anyone wanna swap Gamertags? hit me up and drop me a note, as long as you're not one of those p*icks that work hard at exemplifying Gabe's Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory - www.penny-arcade.com/comic/200… , but rather like to have fun and get a good team/ groove going. :)

More news:
I'm thinking of attending AIO (Art Institute Online division - out of Pennsylvania). Anyone have any advice? Any experience with them? Any opinion on it?
I'm currently involved in the application process, and financial process... so I guess we'll see where it goes. I'm applying for the Bachelor of Science - Game Art & Design degree... www.aionline.edu/programs/onli…

I figure, yes I'm already a professional artist, but I am hell bent on learning more and expanding my repertoire of skills and absorbing whatever I can from this, as well as creating a more concrete way for me to pave my way into doing this sort of work full time, rather than some at the day job (advertising & concept mock ups), and juggling my freelancing & commissions (the fun stuff!).

As for the Seeekrit prawjekt!!!

You'll be seeing it soon, I'm sure... Let's just say that you'll be seeing the undead glaring at you from your screens soon. And other decaying fun creatures. :P (I really can't say more or I'll give it away! :P)

a shout out for tiffanyturrill as I got shotted up with the taggage.

1. I love eating pineapple
2. I'm into ghost hunting/ paranormal investigations lately
3. I hate seafood
4. I love to wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
5. I can be quite mean, but usually it comes from my disappointment in people
6. There's something on your head
7. I like to cook (mmm... chilaquiles! Carne asadaaaaa... :drool:)
8. A lil piece of advice: Beware of people that insist they are "a nice guy/girl"... usually they turn out to be complete assholes, cheats, liars, FREELOADERS, and con artists... SCUM basically. ;) :D

That's all for now... ta ta!
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Mpls Cyrpticon 2007 - the HORROR!


So we & a couple of friends got to hit Crypticon this weekend (well, really only on Friday :( ), and it was a blast. Got to see lots of neat stuff, and met some people in particular MonsterCloset's Christian Hanson, and Tom Sullivan (artist and SFX dude for the Evil Dead films). Mostly spent the evening hanging out in the 'Evil Dead Museum', talking to Patrick ("official book binder for the book of the dead", and all around Evil Dead encyclopedia - nice guy!), and afterwords hung out with Tom, talking shop, geeking out over Frazetta & other stuff.

They had a big case with all sorts of props and casts from the movies, the various books and pages, molds of Bruce "my name is Ash" Campbell's hand, and even the wicked sword of Khandar (sp?) - or at least, what's left of it. Linda's necklace (we even learned how to make the thing!), I even got to touch and hold the 'Book of the Dead'. Tom had loads of artwork & prints up, so he spent some time telling us a bunch of little stories and hidden jokes on his works. It was definitely a good experience, and definitely inspiring. I just wish I'd brought my sketchbook(s) with me, as folks kept asking to see them... DRATS! :( He also spent some time telling us about his experience meeting Frank Frazetta at his museum, he highly recommended we should go... I think a road trip is in order now... It was also cool to talk about some of my favourite Evil Dead SFX sequences in great detail with him and get the skinny on how lots of the stuff was actually done and shot. FUN!

Tom's site: www.darkageproductions.com

The MonsterCloset booth was a blast as well. It was awesome to see busts and sculpts that I had only seen pictures of up until then, hopefully I can dig my claws into a 'Graveyard Ghoul' Night of the Living Dead bust (thanks Christian!). We'll see! Oh and the 'How to build your own Corpse' in action was fun fun stuff to see!!!

Go check him out... www.monstercloset.com

I'll post some pictures soon, some of them came out a bit blurry & crap, but I'll do what I can to clean them up so you guys can check them out.

*kappomf!* Ninja vanish! :ninja:
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I've been hit... systems shutting down, will proceed to babble about oneself, cryo-stasis chambers unavailable!

Warning: TDC's been tagged... you have T-minus 4 seconds to reach minimum safe distance...

Tagged by :iconquickreaver:
The rules:
1. post these rules
2. each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves
3. tags should write a journal of these facts
4. at the end post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named
5. go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged

(PS. MAN I suck at these things... *groan* ;) )

Here we go!  :work:

1. The first time I ever got drunk I was 5 yrs old. :ahoy: (I didnt know what it was at the time, big family xmas party, homemade piña colada - I got to try the yummy virgin blend first, oh boy... , everyone else is entertained etc, so, naturally I run back and forth into the kitchen - I did notice a new taste in it but I thought it was just something extra to make it REALLY YUMMY!, back to my toys, back to the kitchen for some more, the evening ends with me yelling at everbody that they're too loud, should go home, and turn off that stupid music! - Kinda like that St. Patrick's Simpsons episode where Bart accidentally gets drunk - 'What err yoouuu lookin' at?' )  :blahblah:

2. I make music (not a secret really if you've paid attention anyway), um... I play keyboards, sequencers, guitar (Kirk Freakin Hammet, Dick Dale, Satriani, Santana, Stevie Ray, BB freakin KING, ftw!) but I want and will be taking up Violin - or a similar stringed instrument - next.

3. I was going to be a wrestler :matrixfight:, but changed my mind when I started doing my research on schooling, paying your dues, etc... I wanted to do it because I felt it may have been a good avenue for me to splash out my creativity (creating characters, etc), or a good excuse if anything, besides... wrestling SUCKS now. :shakefish:

4. I love chai tea, and love making crazy tea concoctions & experimentations. :tea: :coffeecup:

5. I'm a hardcore American patriot :salute:, as in, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson & 'our founding fathers' must be spinning in their graves as the Constitution keeps getting shat on, and freedom & liberty are becoming more and more a distorted and disgraced shadow of what the 'dream' was all about to start with. (Is this the right place for my political rantings?) I guess that makes me a frakkin' Idealist/ Anarchist... *sigh* Plus - This is also a big motivator in why I want to take over the world, like most reasonable supervillains... Or at least go the Doctor Doom route and become the untouchable iron fisted dictator of my own continent.  :plotting: :evillaugh:

6. I can be really grumpy :threaten: and full of pent up 'omg I hate humanity' wrath :stab:. Some call it 'Jaded'. I call it perfectly reasonable. Cause people in general be fecked up. Persons are ok though. :nod: :shrug:

7. :dance: I like big butts and I can not lie, You other brothers can't deny, That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist, etc etc... You know... Like the Frazetta chicks, powerful, sexy, and able to take down dinosaurs with a spear! Or the old school pinup girls that had hips and and flava, like the womens from them old surf rock horror/ sci fi movies and and ... ... ok I'll shut up now! :P

8. I like stories! I like being read to, especially when I'm drawing or or getting snoozy and sleepy. It's great! Especially after a nice big mug of tea or hot chocolate. Mmmmmm... :heart: :reading: :sleep:

:movingon:

AHEM. So yep. thar ye go. *puffs up all manly like*
Now I'ma tag me some folk...

:iconmndsm: :iconstuhacking: :iconsull: :iconsyxx: :icondivineapathy: :iconriddlesoftrickster: :iconlarissa-rasputin: :iconoceanpeace:

I apologize in advanced! (kee hee hee!)
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"You know something I could really do without? The Space Shuttle. Why don't these people go out and get real jobs? It's the same shit over and over. They get delayed  :sarcasticclap:, they blast off  :wave:, they get in orbit  :diny:, something breaks :crash:, :worker: they fix it :w00t:, the President says hello :movingon:, Mission Control wakes them up with a song   :tunes: no one has listened to in twenty years, the science experiment placed on board by the third-graders  :community: of Frog Balls, Tennessee :#1:, is a big success, and blah blah blah  :blahblah:. It's time to end this shit. Besides, it's irresponsible  :O_o:. The last thing we should be doing is sending our grotesquely distorted DNA out into space.  :zombie:"

- George Carlin


I was bored. :P
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"How could you?"

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.

You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was no sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

- anon.
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"This afternoon, on the way to cut a couple of locust trees that have
grown into the sightline to my mailbox, I paused by the ford, where I
had done most of my stone-groaning, to look and listen.

I hadn't heard from John for a while, and, worried, asked for an update.
As far as I know, Fairchild never got into the airship business. The
dumplings were just a bit dry on the first attempt - I may add more
milk, or butter, or both, and cook 'em a tad less. I'm sure that our
thoughts and best wishes are with John and his family. As far as I know,
Fairchild never got into the airship business. The ravishing photograph
shown above shows the completed but not yet et dumplings on chili, which goes quite well with anything involving cornmeal.

Drop in large spoonfuls into soup or stew.
Authorities called - bomb dog called - Uncle Tom Cobleigh called.

A very nice fellow, though his paws were pretty muddy. As I noted last
year, the popularity of the North Wallow waxed and waned; for a brief
time, the South Wallow was the place to see and be seen and to wallow
in. The idea was to create deeper pools above the falls, to make more room for the minnows, chubs, dace, crayfish, stoneflies, frogs, salamanders, newts, native brook trout and myriad creepycrawlies. Combine dry ingredients and mix well.

Some cannibalism occurs; don't take part - had bagel at Union Station.
It's much easier than our previous operation, and MediaMaster very
kindly does the hosting. We're herded back onto the train, leave the
station, continue to sit.

So we've been going out in pairs and only in daylight for months. We're
herded back onto the train, leave the station, continue to sit. This
program goes out to Friend of the Museum Grahame. This afternoon, on the way to cut a couple of locust trees that have grown into the sightline
to my mailbox, I paused by the ford, where I had done most of my
stone-groaning, to look and listen. Conductor harangues us about the
importance of not leaving bags untended, as if three hour delay had not
already burned this important tip into our brain stems. Baking powder is
quite tart, so add a bit of sugar if you use the powder. Gee, I see that
I haven't done an episode of Recipe Corner since last February - hope no
one starved.

Hours go by, still sitting. "Now we realize the spike in kittens and
strays is because of the weather . A bonus was the refinement of the
sound of the water from roar to rills.

Train returns to the Kensington station. Gee, I see that I haven't done
an episode of Recipe Corner since last February - hope no one starved."

HOORAY FOR CANNIBALISM!

This public disservice announcement has been brought to you by... SPAM!
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Hey all.
I have a curious question that I've kinda been stumped about ever since I started thinking about it, and it was asked of me. I'm not sure if this is the right place to post it, if not, my apologies in advanced. So... I was wondering what thoughts or experiences others have had in a similar fashion...

I'm sure I'm not the only one that's ever gotten in trouble whilst drawing/ sketching/ practicing in school (non-art school, or even art class???) for example, or at work (like a 'regular' job). I don't know how other people are about this, but sometimes when listening to lecture or trying to memorise something (training for example), drawing/ sketching idly at the same time helps me stay engaged and for some reason helps me absorb all the new information easier. (weird)

I remember so many various times that I would get in trouble in school for drawing in class, because 'I wasnt paying attention'.

Usually it would go a lil like this... the class would be in session (if you could call it that in gradeschool anyways). And then, the class would go quiet and there'd be a bit of tension, maybe even some snickering by other students who can already see it coming. Teacher would make accusation or some retort about me not paying attention (telling me off or even making attempts to ridicule me). I would say, that I am paying attention and that I'm listening. Then the teacher would a question about whatever the subject was about.
Upon answering correctly, most of the time I would get sent to the principal's office or sat out in the hallway for say... 'being a smart ass' or to 'teach me a lesson' etc. That's just one example... I've even gotten told off for creating artwork &/or doodling whilst working at an ART STORE. *blinks*. Duties done, nothing to do, slow day, feeling inspired because... well... I'm in an artstore smelling paints, meeting other artists on a near constant basis, talking art... yeah...

Anyways. Nuff of that, let's go ahead and merge back out of memory lane.

So, it has been commented to me by my other half (also an artist), and other people close to me, that often times they get the impression that my work is a bit repressed, or restrained. That the skill is there, but that there's something missing or in my own way, of being into my work fully, or letting go and expressing the work that I create fully. I'm not sure how true this may be... maybe you guys can tell me if you see anything like that in my work as well... to get an opinion on from other artists that don't really know me too well, also.

My curiosity is this...

Have you ever gotten in trouble for doing your arting?
And do you think that those experiences have affected your ability to pour yourself into the work that you create? Not necessarily affecting your skill even? Perhaps your skills are really top notch, but your actual ability to be free and expressive and FUN in your work, is a bit hindered maybe?

Any ideas or thoughts?

And more importantly... if some of you have experienced this kind of feedback, or have experienced this kind of repressiveness in your work... what did you do to get out of that funk? What kind of habits did you work on? What helped you build toward being fun and unrepressed?

What kind of advice would you have for others that maybe have the same monkey looming over their shoulders constantly?
Consider... this was written roughly a century ago...

"We, free citizens of the great republic, feel an honest pride in her greatness, her strength, her just and gentle government, her wide liberties, her honored name, her stainless history, her unsmirched flag, her hands clean from oppression of the weak and from malicious conquest, her hospitable door that stands open to the hunted and the persecuted of all nations; we are proud of the judicious respect in which she is held by the monarchies which hem her in on every side, and proudest of all of that lofty patriotism which we inherited from our fathers which we have kept pure, and which won our liberties in the beginning and has preserved them unto this day. While that patriotism endures the Republic is safe, her greatness is secure, and against them the powers of the earth cannot prevail.

But, I pray you to pause and consider. Against our traditions we are now entering upon an unjust and trivial war, a war against a helpless people, and for a base object - robbery. At first our citizens spoke out against this thing, by an impulse natural to their training. Today they have turned, and their voice is the other way. What caused the change? Merely, a politician's trick - a high sounding phrase, a blood-stirring phrase which turned their uncritical heads: Our Country, right or wrong! An empty phrase, a silly phrase. It was shouted by every newspaper, it was thundered from the pulpit, the Superintendent of Public Instruction placarded it in every schoolhouse in the land, the War Department inscribed it upon the flag. And every man who failed to shout it or who was silent, was proclaimed a traitor - none but those others were patriots. To be a patriot, one had to say, and keep on saying, "Our Country, right or wrong," and urge on the little war. Have you not perceived that that phrase is an insult to the nation?

For in a republic, who IS "the Country"? Is it the Government which is for the moment in the saddle? Why, the Government is merely a servant - merely a temporary servant; it cannot be its prerogative to determine what is right and what is wrong, and decide who is a patriot and who isn't. Its function is to obey orders, not originate them. Who, then, is "the Country"? Is it the newspaper? is it the pulpit? is it the school superintendent? Why, these are mere parts of the country, not the whole of it; they have not command, they have only their little share in the command. They are but one in the thousand; it is in the thousand that command is lodged; they must determine what is right and what is wrong; they must decide who is a patriot and who isn't.

Who are the thousand - that is to say, who are "the Country"? In a monarchy, the king and his family are the country; in a republic it is the common voice of the people. Each of you, for him/herself, by him/herself and on his/her own responsibility, must speak. And it is a solemn and weighty responsibility, and not lightly to be flung aside at the bullying of pulpit, press, government, or the empty catch-phrases of politicians. Each must for him/herself alone decide what is right and what is wrong, and which course is patriotic and which isn't. You cannot shirk this and be a man. To decide it against your convictions is to be an unqualified and inexcusable traitor, both to yourself and to your country, let men label you as they may. If you alone of all the nation shall decide one way, and that way be the right way according to your convictions of the right, you have done your duty by yourself and by your country - hold up your head! You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Only when a Republic's life is in danger should a man uphold his government, when it is in the wrong. There is no other time. This Republic's life is not in peril. The nation has sold its honor for a phrase. It has swung itself loose from its safe anchorage and is drifting, its helm is in pirate hands. The stupid phrase needed help, and it got another one: "Even if the war be wrong we are in it and must fight it out: we cannot retire from it without dishonor." Why, not even a burglar could have said it better. We cannot withdraw from this sordid raid because to grant peace to those little people upon their terms - independence - would dishonor us. You have flung away Adam's phrase - you should take it up and examine it again. He said, "An inglorious peace is better than a dishonourable war."

You have planted a seed, and it will grow.

... But it was impossible to save the Great Republic. She was rotten to trhe heart. Lust of conquest has long ago done its work; trampling upon the helpless abroad had taught her, by a natural process, to endure with apathy the like at home; multitudes who had applauded the crushing of other people's liberties, lived to suffer for their mistake in their own persons. The government was irrevocably in the hands of the prodigiously rich and their hangers-on; the suffrage was become a mere machine, which they used as they chose. There was no principle but commercialism, no patriotism but of the pocket. From showily and sumptuously entertaining neighboring titled aristocracies, and from trading their daughters to them, the plutocrats came in the course of time to hunger for titles and heredities themselves. The drift toward a monarchy, in some form or another, began; it was spoken in whispers at first, later in a bolder voice."

- Samuel Langhorne Clemens aka Mark Twain

If Mark Twain was a zombie today, he needn't repeat himself, events already do that enough as is.

V for Vendetta and what it's about, comes to mind, doesn't it?

Don't mind me, just being thinkative.
"I can promise you two things, I'll always look this good... and I'll never give up on you..." - HellBoy

Eidolon-Grey 's new journal reminded me of that joke about the guy who went to hell... so I figrued I'd tack it on here to boot. :rofl:


This guy dies (use your imagination as to how... _________ ) and goes to hell.
So then he gets there, and a/the devil politely greets him at the reception desk (c'mon, a corporatized hell WOULD be fitting, eh?), and starts walking him through the eternal facility of damnation we all call hell.

So as they're touring, the devil basically explains to him that they've started a radical and innovative new system in hell where they let people pick their punishment for every 1000 years.

They then proceed through a hallway with many doors from which this lucky admit is to choose from.

First door they pass features every in there standing on their heads on concrete floors... "no, no, this won't do", he says.

Next door they glance through features everyone standing on their heads on nails, jagged uneven asphalt, broken glass, etc, small enough to not impale anyone, but hard enough to be VERY uncomfortable - to say the least.

"Nah, I don't like this... " he tells his demonic escort.

The next and last door, features everyone standing knee deep in shit and all sorts of foul things, drinking coffee. They're all conversing quietly (albeit timidly) and elevator music is quietly emanating from little speakers spread throughout the room's vast walls.

"oh, I think this is the one for me... ", he says with hopeful eyes, always ready to put one over and con anything on two legs (you know the type).

"You sure?", the devil asks while the man nods enthused before he's even done saying "you're absolutely certain then?"

"Yes, yes. The smell may be bad but I love me some coffee and I can drink it all day if I have to, I'll get used to it.", he replies with a subtle smug grin.

"Well, if that's what you want... in you go then." the devil smiles and locks him in.

The man starts wading into the room noticing all the demonic vicious looking guards - nodding helloes to them now and again, and starts getting himself acquainted and comfortable with a nice cup of joe...

when suddenly to his demise...

a loud blaring noise fills the room, and over a speaker a terrifyingly authorative voice commands "bzzzt - Allright! Break time is over! Everyone back on your heads!!!"


:lmao:

:/

:paranoid: k... bye... :sprint:

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I am not flesh, nor stone or smoke...
I am as I am... I am the DarkCloak.

(-''-) The DarkCloak (-''-)

The :heart: keeper of me, myself, and all of I... :iconeidolon-grey: :blush:
  • Mood: Noble
  • Listening to: Mono - formica blues
  • Reading: Bloody Crown of Conan
  • Watching: Princess Mononononoke :P

It's that Time again...

Sun Jan 1, 2006, 3:53 PM
"I can promise you two things, I'll always look this good... and I'll never give up on you..." - HellBoy

You can see the Deviation here: www.deviantart.com/deviation/2…

The old man looks on, with anxious eyes. They gather around, just like all the other times, some mingling and communing, others keeping to themselves, but all of them watching just the same.

The old man knows what's coming, and so do they.

Some resent him... yet some are fond of him...
To some he brought gifts, joy & good times... yet to others he may have well brought misery, demise, & bad times.

Course, he could'nt do much about those that brought either to themselves.

Many came, and many left for good during his stay.
Trends took off, and trends died.
There was creation, and there was destruction.

It all repeats itself in the end and he knows this.

He nervously fiddles with his beard, as the hours flash by.

His sole comfort is the now tattered banner that hangs loosely over his withering body. The banner he so proudly wore back then upon his arrival - greeted with a glorious reception full of fireworks and much drink. It had been a good time indeed. His sole comfort, yet a mockery of sorts at the same time.

The sentence that had been passed unto him would inevitably come to pass. It came with the job... that's just the way it was and always had been. His predecessors knew it, and just about each and every one witnessing it knows it all too well. Why, you might ask? It's simple, really. To most if not all of those watching, he will not be the first to fall at the ringing of that hour.

Yes, that hour, fast approaching, every second a heavy thud as the hands of time make their laps around the face of the clock.

Tick tock... Tick tock...

A bead of sweat, then another, and another, emerge and crawl down the old mans furrowed expression. He can't escape. None ever have. With a heavy sigh, he takes a deep breath and does what many prisoners of his position would do...

He lights a cigarette and calms his nerves.

His eyes scan the floor tiles, the walls, and then his own hands. How fast age came. It seemed as if one minute he was in his festive youth, and the next, he was nearing the end of his time. As he slowly allowed the smoke to pour out of his lungs and roll off his lips, he felt a twinge of rebelliousness. There was still a blink of defiance in him.

Maybe this time it'd be different. Maybe this time he could do what none of the others could. Boy would that stir up some trouble. With a hint of mischief, he laughed softly at the whole notion. The notion of avoiding the unavoidable.

The clock, ever so patient, continued on it's way... round and round... round and dreadfully round.

The witnesses all stood at the ready... even those who didn't consider this ritual to be of any significance would in the end be affected by it. Looking into all of their eyes, behind his own a blend of defiance, fear, loathing, and even hope. Oh, but didn't they looked so happy to do away with him. It comes with the job, he told himself.
He continued running his eyes across all of theirs, some jeered, some couldn't care less, some were too drunk to even notice. But just then, his breath caught, as he noticed that some of them were actually a bit mournful... even just a hint of it was there. Some bade him farewell as the ticker of time continued it's deadly march.

He smiled, and closed his eyes.

10
an unheard cough began to emanate from him, harder and harder,  
9
8
He then tore the banner from his chest, clutching it in his clenched fist...
7
yet his smile persisted through the spazms,
6
5
he hung on to his defiance and fear, along with his pride and sense of duty
4
3
drawing from every last reservoir of effort time allowed him
2
maybe he could beat this thing, unlike the rest before...
1
maybe...

With that... the stormlike thundering began. The skies lit up, he caught the near blinding flare, exploding before his eyes or mayhaps even his mind as he began to fall over - in his mind something fired off as he remembered, this was death, but this too was birth. The spectacle took his breath away, his last breath, and he collapsed, falling over with a thud so loud, yet muffled by the cheers and ringing of time around him. The tattered banner, the one he so proudly wore, escaped from his fist as his grasp loosened... the faded digits bearing his identifying number, 2005, and it fluttered across the ground.

Time meant nothing for just this moment, a moment which the crowds cannot understand, imagine, nor comprehend.

Now, time lurched, as the deceased old man's carcass began to bulge, and rip. There was a inaudible bang followed by a strobe-like flashing, as if lightning had struck the ground where the old man lay. His body instantly became ashes, disintegrating in the wind.

Time picked up again, and before the witnesses lay a newborn, tangled and obscured by a large banner, not much unlike the one it's predecessor wore, only with a new number.

2006.

And they celebrated - here, it all starts again, more of the same, more of the new, whatever each of us makes of it.


Yay new years to you all, be well! :D :thanks:

Clubs I be at, yo :salute: - :iconhorror-forever: :iconbrain-damaged: :iconavpalternative: :icongoregalore:

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I am not flesh, nor stone or smoke...
I am as I am... I am the DarkCloak.

(-''-) The DarkCloak (-''-)

The :heart: keeper of me, myself, and all of I... :iconeidolon-grey: :blush:
  • Mood:
  • Listening to: some crap from the Sims 2 in the bg
  • Reading: American Gods
  • Watching: Princess Mononononoke :P

So, who's still listening!?

Wed Nov 30, 2005, 10:48 AM
"I can promise you two things, I'll always look this good... and I'll never give up on you..." - HellBoy

:faint:
Firstly, I want to say thank you for the overwhelming response to the piece I got a DD on, "We aRe vEnOm!" :wow:. I've been trying to get through the comments, and watch addee's, so bare with me if I haven't replied and such. I always find it courteous and honorable to respond when someone takes the time to make a comment on my work... Wether it's to express some inspiration, or just to say "cool! :w00t:", regardless. :) Though I may not always get back to everyone, please rest assured that I read each and everyone. :phew:
On a side note: I found it quite interesting to have such an older deviation of mine receive the DD, considering how much further I've grown since then as an artist of mind, eye, and soul. And of course, heart. Just an observation, I am greatful nontheless. :thanks: !

Oh, and about the title, was just curious to see who still keeps tabs on me through this here journal. (I can think of a few people who talk to me on here... shouts out to ye, you know who you are. :D :salute: :thanks:)

Anyways... now for a lil treat for you guys!
I thought I'd share some of the work that I do not post on this account at least through this journal. Reason I do that, is because the other page is one I use for potential clients, and as a portfolio of sorts for commissions, and any art-resume' worthy work.

I've already previewed one of the pieces here, but I figured I'd share the others. Basically, I've been waist deep in this commission based in City of Heroes, and the goal is to create a team spread, in the feel of Alex Ross, but of course, in the art & taste only the DarkCloak Diner can deliver. :D

So, here's what's been cooking folks!  

CoH-SH-Antaean by thedarkcloak-WORKCoH-SH-Fallen by thedarkcloak-WORKCoH-SH-LittleEagle by thedarkcloak-WORK
CoH-SH-El Fuego Fuerte by thedarkcloak-WORKCoH-SH-Bert by thedarkcloak-WORKCoH-SH-Purrlina by thedarkcloak-WORK
CoH-SH-FireDancer by thedarkcloak-WORKCoH-SH-Ranma by thedarkcloak-WORKCoH-SH-MidnightRavyn by thedarkcloak-WORK
CoH-SH-NewWord by thedarkcloak-WORK

Worry not about the low-res... once the project is complete, I WILL be submitting larger versions of the painted heroes to this account, along with the result of the team spread image. :D :w00t:
Mostly I just thought I'd share them here for your enjoyment. :D

Thanks everyone, I take the support and appreciation for my creative output to heart. Wether it's in writing, photoing, painting, drawing, musicing... Just thanks.

:ahoy:

Clubs I be at, yo :salute: - :iconhorror-forever: :iconbrain-damaged: :iconavpalternative: :icongoregalore:

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I am not flesh, nor stone or smoke...
I am as I am... I am the DarkCloak.

(-''-) The DarkCloak (-''-)

The :heart: keeper of me, myself, and all of I... :iconeidolon-grey: :blush:
  • Mood:
  • Listening to: I'm your Boogieman - Rob Zombie
  • Reading: Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.
  • Watching: Legend of Zorror (KICK ASS!!!)
"I can promise you two things, I'll always look this good... and I'll never give up on you..." - HellBoy

Yep...
According to the label on the wine bottle, it should taste even better than before. Course, the wine can either get grumpier or happier as it goes along. It's all good!

Here... help yourself to some cake and icecream. :D
Make sure you get me the Red & also the Silver MegaMans... already got 3 Blue MegaMans, and the Black MegaMans I got for myself.

PS. For those who didn't get it... was meaning to say... Happy B-day to me... word.

Fun lil thing my beloved :iconeidolon-grey: shown me, figured I'd do the same...

phoenix
You are a PHOENIX in your soul and your
wings make a statement. Huge and born of flame,
they burn with light and power and rebirth.
Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are an
amazingly strong person. You survive, even
flourish in adversity and hardship. A firm
believer in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't kill
you only makes you stronger,' you rarely fear
failure. You know that any mistake you make
will teach you more about yourself and allow
you to 'rise from the ashes' as a still greater
being. Because of this, you rarely make the
same mistake twice, and are not among the most
forgiving people. You're extremely powerful and
wise, and are capable of fierce pride, passion,
and anger. Perhaps you're this way because you
were forced to survive a rough childhood. Or
maybe you just have a strong grasp on reality
and know that life is tough and the world is
cruel, and it takes strength and independence
to survive it. And independence is your
strongest point - you may care for others, and
even depend on them...but when it comes right
down to it, the only one you need is yourself.
Thus you trust your own intuition, and rely on
a mind almost as brilliant as the fire of your
wings to guide you.You are eternal and because
you have a strong sense of who and what you
are, no one can control your heart or mind, or
even really influence your thinking. A symbol
of rebirth and renewal, you tend to be a very
spiritual person with a serious mind - never
acting immature and harboring a superior
disgust of those who do. Likewise, humanity's
stupidity and tendency to want others to solve
their problems for them frustrates you
endlessly. Though you can be stubborn,
outspoken, and haughty, I admire you greatly.

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I am not flesh, nor stone or smoke...
I am as I am... I am the DarkCloak.

(-''-) The DarkCloak (-''-)
  • Mood:
  • Listening to: Mandragora Tango Orchestra - Teen Spirit
  • Reading: Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.
  • Watching: Legend of Zorror (KICK ASS!!!)

What a morning...

Fri Nov 11, 2005, 8:04 AM
"I can promise you two things, I'll always look this good... and I'll never give up on you..." - HellBoy

:music: Hello, hello, heeeellloo, hello, hello, heeeelloo... :stereo:

Oh hey guys! :wave: Come on in, pull up a chair, I gots a lil story to tell. :D

btw, DL this mp3 if you please... www.mandragoratango.com/sounds…

Well, as the title implies, it's been quite the morning. It all started with some crazy hiccups and my stomach being weird, the hiccups doing their best to wake me up abruptly... :shakefist:
Anyhoot, once I managed to get back into a good snooze and making my dreamscape movies (my dreams can get much like blockbuster high budget productions sometimes), we were jolted violently awake
to the sound of what seemed like a bunch of drunken brothel girls "singing",

From :sleep: to :omfg: in a record breaking 2 seconds flat. Good times.

:drunk: :sing: :ahoy:
Drunken brothel girls singing shrilly: Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!


and then it happened... It crescendoed to my horror, into:
:sing:
Single shrill high pitched singer: I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty   
That the city should give me its key. (*insert groggy groans of panic here*)
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.
:evileyes:

stumble, almost there, reach a little further, pleaaase... :furious: :crazy:
CLICK

Relief!  :sleep:

Anyways... cut scene to a lil while later, once the day had "officially" started for us. On the usual morning drive, there's this neat little art school. Every morning, little packs of students gather and hang out by the fence, smoking, droning, snoozing, etc. I start making lil movies in my head, observing things and such - as I'm prone to doing - and joking about them with Mia. :D

So we get to the stop light, and sure enough, the small flock of artsy students were hanging about by the fence, 3 of them today. We start watching the little vignette that unfolds in our imaginations as we observe the group.

*plot point* In the background, playing softly out of the radio, was some melancholic tango, complete with accordion and dramatic piano strumming...
Enter scene:
Two girls, sitting on the floor against the fence, one has her headphones on bopping her fingers driftily, as the other is sleepy but fighting the slumber monster's advances. Ah, and then there was the third... ;)
This one was standing up off to the side away from the girls, leaning against the same fence, puffing bitterly at his cigarette in a manner reminiscent of James Dean, except smothered with a bit of moldy cheese. :shrug:

As we make our little observations & lil funny remarks about the angsty aquarium, I turn up the music just a bit... "Oh, now this totally fits", I said...
The drama, the flair of the tango, the accordion drumming away as we watch the little pack, and immediately, it became a like a little scene out of some quirky movie...

Naturally, we needed dialogue... So I mock-talk some dialogue for our lead star, the James Dean smoker dude as the music intensifies...

(in mock french accent no-less) "Feh! I am an arteest! I am too above joo peeples to smoke weetch joo.... yes, I am le' cool! beh, and I don't geev a FECK!" :pills: - a 'fart in your general direction' quip would've been too easy, y'see... :nod:

Yes. It was amusing. But, it gets better... the punchline if you will.
The music suddenly grabs me... My brain is trying to fill in a blank, and I'm like :wtf: :confused:

Me: Is that... is that...
Mia: Yeah! :lol: I thought that's why you put it together like that! :D
Me: (connect the dots, a short circuit, trying to figure out where the association comes from) I know this song! :O_o:
A silence falls upon the car, the song slows to a peaceful yet eccentrically dramatic end...
<Radio>:  Dale - And that was the Mandragora Tango Orchestra, with their cover of Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
<Radio> Ed - Oh I thought it sounded familiar! Not that I would know... (they're two older gentlemen, but they're fun hosts!)

With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea


Yeah, that was a hella fun start to the day. :D
You guys should go check out the track... seriously! And then picture this whole scene, you'll see what I mean... :D

Go. Now! > www.mandragoratango.com/downlo…
Heh, and see if you can get people to recognize what it is too!

Imagination can fuel so many magical moments if you look for them. Ha!

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end


Clubs I be at, yo - :iconhorror-forever: :iconbrain-damaged: :iconavpalternative: :icongoregalore:

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I am not flesh, nor stone or smoke...
I am as I am... I am the DarkCloak.

(-''-) The DarkCloak (-''-)
  • Mood:
  • Listening to: Mandragora Tango Orchestra - Teen Spirit
  • Reading: The Taking by Dean Koontz
  • Watching: John Carpenter's The Thing

The jig is up! The ? prize goes to...

Tue Oct 18, 2005, 12:35 PM
"I can promise you two things, I'll always look this good... and I'll never give up on you..." - HellBoy

The Guessing game was...



Which turned out to be... ta-daaa...



The winner is :iconhappymonkeyshoes:
& for his guesstimating (awful damn good guestimating... but then I musta been desperately obvious... d'oh!!!) Mr. Munkyboy has declared his munkyness would like to see a Krang sketch.

*chants incoherently*

That's now in the works. ;)

More madness yet to come. :D

In other news... Am currently working on a rather large job, so likely you'll be seeing a steady upload of work here in a couple of weeks.

Gracias y hasta la proxima! :thanks:

Clubs I be at, yo - :iconhorror-forever: :iconbrain-damaged: :iconavpalternative: :icongoregalore:

MY SPACE: www.myspace.com/thedarkcloak
The very Official DarkCloak website www.thedarkcloak.com (down atm, changing webhosts... I think... )
Official DarkCloak gear! Get it HOT! www.cafepress.com/thedarkcloak
More of my art madness thedarkcloak.epilogue.net
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I am not flesh, nor stone or smoke...
I am as I am... I am the DarkCloak.

(-''-) The DarkCloak (-''-)
  • Mood:
  • Listening to: Orbital - Meltdown
  • Reading: The Taking by Dean Koontz
  • Watching: Dead Like Me - not movie, series