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.

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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.

[link] - the Wiki facts

[link] - the Real Waverly Hills site

[link] - 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.

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.

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!!!

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 , 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!

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...

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.

with this piece of orphaned writing. JUST KIDDING

Re-posted with permission (seriously!) from - interesting thoughts on the big scandalous froo froo legislation that has everyones knickers in a twist.

Orphan Works – You're probably sick of hearing about this on DA, there's basically two camps : "It's a threat!" and "People are over-reacting".

I've stayed out of it whilst doing my own research and I've finally become convinced it IS a threat. My work isn't amazing or super professional, but believe it or not I have had requests from people to use various pieces for commercial work, from brochures to album covers (seriously, I know o.O). When I've quoted my price, they have all backed off. So they have been unhappy to pay even the small fee I've asked for. Now, that's fine, I'd rather my work wasn't used then used for a pittance (which people who find work on DA seem to think you'll sell it for).

With the new Orphan Works act, they wouldn't need to ask me. They could just take it.

Sure, I could put my name on it, but they could just take it off unless I slap a big ol' ugly copyright on it. They only have to say they made a reasonably diligent search for the owner (and "reasonably diligent" isn't defined, so your guess is as good as mine there). And even if you can prove that their using your work without reasonable diligence, you can only ask them for what they would be willing to pay you for the piece, and if you DO take them to court, you're going to have to prove that they didn't make a reasonably diligent search. They don't have to prove they did, as the accuser, you have to prove that. And even then... they would only have to pay you your usual fee, under current law the fines for copyright infringement are up too $150,000.00 - that's a nice big deterrant for commercial rippers. Under the Orphan Works act, the fine is $0, and the onus is on YOU, the artist, to prove they stole the work and didn't try and find you.

So, if this bill passes in MAY, which is not very far off, all of the work on DA, for example, is vulnerable. To protect your work, you'll have to post a nice fat mark over the middle of it with your name/website info, so that no one can just edit it out. Posting high rez/quality images will be a bad idea too.

Further more (it just doesn't end...) this doesn't just apply to DA Artists, it applys to your home movies, family photo's, short stories, diary's, blogs, essays, music,  etc etc etc.

Most of us artists who try and make some little money out of our work already struggle, few of us ever really make a full living out of it. We will be crushed by the fee's required to register our work with the privately run registry companies (when you're on a low income, even $5 per work is a lot) which are the solution being proposed by the Copyright office to cover "reasonable dilligent search" requirements. So a lot of small artisans would go out of business.

The impact this bill potentially has is huge, saying it will never happen is silly, because by the time it is passed and the impacts start becoming reality, it's going to be very hard to get it changed or stopped. We need to say no NOW. Doing nothing when potential dangers like this arise is like wandering around in a thunderstorm just because you haven't seen the lightening yet. When it strikes, it will be too late to get to cover.

Please take the time to send a fax to your state and congressional representatives. You can email it, but faxes are better as their a hard copy in someone's hand. Emails are easy to delete. Here is a link to take you to the US House of Representatives and easily find out who you will need to contact - [link] - and here is a sample letter template for you - [link] - Thanks to [link] for the template.

If the orphan works was SOLEY for libraries and museum use, then I'd be all for it. Unfortunately it's not, it's an open act. And that is what really makes it dangerous. Even if you think to yourself "well, my work isn't all that awesome." this still applies to you, because even though you might think your work isn't worthy of someone considering it for commercial use, someone out there might, and if they do, you loose it.

Thanks for reading through all of this, and if you want to read more, with lots of legal citations and investigation, check out the link below.

[link]

Love, peace & chicken grease

If that doesn't getcher gears churning... MAYBE THIS WILL - [link]

Also from ~Eidolon-Grey - her forum post -

It all kinda goes hand in hand, doesn't it?

RANDOM THOUGHT - GTA IV = further incentive to get your car fixed... Or is that incentive to actually perform the act of GTA to get there? [link] & us with a broken car...

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Ewbollius Crapius A CALL TO TAKE ACTION...

Everyday, millions of people are exposed to a deadly epidemic of bad films... The effects of such bad films, are wasted time, PTSD, trauma, memory lapse, and sometimes, even death from the excessive shock sent to the brain, at the thought of how such horrible movies could be made...  

But now, you can make a difference.

Uwe Boll (He made those detestably unwatchable movies, House of the Dead, Alone in the Dark, BloodRayne I & II, and most recently, POSTAL, to name a few - [link] ) apparently has said that if this petition reaches 1,000,000 signatures, he'd step out of making movies. Good riddance!  

The petition started in April 08, it's quickly swooped up over 210,000 sigs and counting...

Help put an end to this abomination of film land and sign the petition...  

The Petition [link]

...before it's too late, and you too, are eventually exposed to such horrid film making.

Please feel free to pass this on... it just may save some lives, or at least upto 2 hours of time which can never be regained.

Articles of notable interest:

[link]

[link] (this one has a WICKED punchline at the end... you'll see)

ENJOY!  

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The crowds (all 2 of you) chanted 'Hysterical Tiki Masks!', and thus, the browser opened and the wiggling tap tap tapping of the fingers commenced.

as requested: Now with JAM!

RockBand -

We've been having little RockBand marathon's at our house now and then, with the T&A Duo. Green Grass & High Tides still kicks our collective asses (on Hard atm). We all alternate the guitaring and singing (usually it's down to 'oh crap who knows this song' to whom we usually throw the mic at and snag the guitar/bass from), though Tris is on drums 95% of the time. The game is a blast, worth every penny IMO... and you know... we still (*knock on wood) haven't had anything break yet, which really makes me wonder what kind playing the drunken college monkey beer fiend crowd gets upto with the 'instrument controller' peripherals... Some people must really get all 'swing the guitar over your head and bash it into the floor' kinda rock n roll playing... Also, it's really weird how some people get flamed for talking about how they like RockBand, etc esp on Youtube videos and the like... Some people are really elitist and deragatory just cause some folks are having fun with these games. Go learn how to play a real instrument you ___ & so n so &*($^*( such n such. Typical internet fuckwad behaviour at it's best (shit cock). I don't understand what the big problem is, it's just like Kareoke with buttons & scores. As someone who's a musician as well, I further don't understand what the imflammatory behaviour is all about... perhaps it's the cool way to act when you're big and tough on the interwebs & feel a burning need to compensate for something you're horribly deficient at (or you just plainly lack people skills & were raised that way). You know, playing lots of these games, I think opens up your ears to new music that you didn't know how to explore before, or perhaps tracks that you never were exposed to enough to have an appreciation for them, if you were exposed to them AT ALL that is. I think it's an awesome thing, for music, for music lovers, for people who like to have FUN, and I also think that it also encourages people to go and try to actually LEARN how to play 'real' instruments. Pretty awesome IMO. But anyways - on to the next thing.

Seekrit Prawject

It's nearing completion, we're hoping to unveil it soon, before spring is over if things go smoothly... Let me just tell you guys, the REAL LIFE research that is going into this thing is quite disgusting and down right terrifying. The kind of research that makes you go 'holy crap, nature is f*cked up!!! If this is possible... what else is possible?'

Sick Cat

Vinnie, (here he is along with his story: [link] ) the little terror cat, was coming down with something which we thought was asthma. He was having sneezing & coughing fits, but no other signs of upper respiratory (cat flu), so we were worried about him, especially given that he almost flat out died the first time he had his cat flu (which is why he sounds so gruff and weezy, like a little gremlin). We got another kitten (from the same rescue group, hoorah) we've called Marv (as in 'Is that the best you've got, you pansies?' Marv from SIN CITY), as he's got a serious & gruff little face, and he's grey & black all over, with a white slash going across his face. Pics soon. Well anyways, we thought maybe he'd caught something from this as well... but no dice. So, a vet visit later, and some antibiotics, Vinnie seems to be doing well. He also had a lesion in his mouth that the vet initially suspected could've been cancerous, but as troublesome as Vinnie is, we would'nt put it past him to have jabbed himself with something he shouldn'a, and also she said he was too young for that still (barely going on 1.5 yrs). It's not bloated and red and scary looking, it's more of a peach colour now, and seems to be healing up and not as swollen anymore. So far so good.

Music Making

Been a busy lil bee with the tweedley tweedley & dow dow dow guitar & bass playing lately. Have some really fun tracks to lay down, and scoring to do for the 'seekrit prawject' mentioned above.
Been tossing some music sketches (as in quick little recordings of composition) with Tris, we'll see what happens with all of that. It feels good to have all my gear all hooked up again, keyboards all fired up & sequencers hot to trot & at the ready for the myooziks productshuns, so that's really good.
Really looking forward to figuring out flash so I can put some images and music together as well, maybe even post some here on DA.

Work work work

Bills bills bills need paying paying paying. It's been a mad house around here the last couple of weeks. The advertising trade convention (known as TAB) has everyone kicking up a ruckus, so had some graphic projects to do, as well as some proposals to work on - it's... INSANE. But hey, we all gotta pay our dues. Hopefully work work work will translate to me being a 'rockstar artist dude' or some such production house type fiasco. It's what I wanted to be when I grew up, still working on both fronts of that.

Bloody Taxes

Aaaah, nothing like owing owing owing... Not sure what the hell happened this year... but taxes SUCK. Crazy pseudo-soon-to-be-borderline-totalitarian g 0 v3rn mental insanity! Which brings me to my next point of mind bubbling journal spewing...

Feeling Restless

This: [link]

[link] (the music on that 2nd one is annoying, just mute it).

So... looks like things are bubbling over quite nastily... which brings me to the question:

When the shit hits the fan, where's everyone fleeing to? Canada? Mexico? England? Scotland?
Any ideas?

Ron Paul, where the hell are you dude?!?! (I know he's still running, it just sucks how the media has practically blackbarred him from being in the presidential running - McCa1n is NOT the only Republican candidate as the POPular news would have you believe... UGH, so frustrating...)

We the people indeed...


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It's back. ReVAMPED... and ready to eat your face!!!

[link]

Lakitu is coming soon. And so are the plumber men themselves...

Anyone wanna hear about how life's going? Just say 'hysterical tiki masks!' and I'll write up a quick 'The World of Cloak: in 10 minutes or Less' type of journal :writing:.

*hints - RockBand, Seekrit Prawject, Sick Cat, music making, work work work, bloody taxes, feeling restless.



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a lil shout out.

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Hey gang.

Just thought I'd update this here journal thingamajigger to let you know that high quality prints are now available, as we've finally acquired the means to produce them . You can get them as 8x10's & also upto A3 format 11 x 14 (13 x 17), on various types of paper/ board/ and CANVAS!

Please note me with any questions, or inquiries on how to place your order.

Also. I'll now take the time to add a bunch of crazy icons for ppl's as a lil shout out.

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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...

A friend of mine posted a journal about the things that people put up with that are unacceptable...

Well, speaking of unacceptable... here's something else that fits that bill...
[link] (~Eidolon-Grey 's journal btw )

I don't know... but deliberately & consciously executing this type of cruelty as 'art' to a living creature such as this is unacceptable.

this has been a topic for today, hence me sharing this with you, though perhaps you've probably heard about it by now, but if not, please give it a read... I'm curious as to what you'd think about it, especially given that it was done as 'art' ...

I mean... it's as if I were to run around setting fire to homeless people because 'they were going to die anyways', only to be shocked and bemused by people's outrage saying "see? they're being hypocrites", would that then justify the excuse to carry forth such an act as ART?

If he really wanted to do it in a tasteful way, perhaps he could have run around taking pictures of these street animals instead... and made a similar statement if anything... But to take this living thing off the street, tie it just short of being able to reach a food bowl, and have burners around it fuming marijuana and crack to make some kind of distorted artistic statement?

Or perhaps he could've put some, you know... EFFORT into the damn thing by sculpting a dog in that state...

disgustingly unacceptable...

(not to mention, he did it as a protest about a burglar that died after locking himself in a room trying to hide from the guardian rottweiller dogs of the property... )

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   ), we need to get gas, the whole thing seems like a mess at this point. Besides, we'd almost ranked up again . 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 . 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. ), and I catch a bunch of movement to my right followed by a loud SURPRISE!!! Happy Birthday!!!

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

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. )

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 .

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.

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 - [link] , 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... [link]

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. (I really can't say more or I'll give it away! )

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... )
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.

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!

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
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!  

1. The first time I ever got drunk I was 5 yrs old. (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?' )  

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 , 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.

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

5. I'm a hardcore American patriot , 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.  

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

7. 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!

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...



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



I apologize in advanced! (kee hee hee!)

[link]

Oh but it's sooooo racist... Give me a freakin' break!

'Oh oh but he didnt knoooow they were doing all that stuff in his house!'

Bullshit.  

Vick - 'hey, what's all them crates full of dogs in the yard about?'
relative/friend - 'huh, oh, I don't see no crates... go play football or somethin'
Vick - 'hey what's all that noise, sounds like cheering people and some crazy dogs fighting...'
relative/friend - 'huh, naw man, I don't hear nothin... here's a roll of money... go play football, everything is fine here man.'
Vick - 'oh... ookay! *runs off to play football all happy leave it to beaver like*...

This is what happened right? Yup... And I'm the fucking king of spain.

"What he needs to do when he comes out is to call a press conference and explain where a young man making 130 million dollars would get caught up in something like that,” Rose said.

Fans at Playmakers Barber Shop in Midtown said they still support Vick, because they feel he is innocent, and that he is a victim of a racist judicial system.

"It's bad. I don't condone it at all, but the punishment is too severe, (they’re ruining) a man's career," said barber Dontrell Mapp.

Oh right, the poor baby... he's obviously gotten himself caught up in something he had NO control in and NO SAY in whatsoever... the poor poor baby, oh such a horrible tragedy that this obvious victim's career is now going to be in shambles due to a CHOICE he had noooo part of....

What a load of crock. Vick supporters must come as easy as Bush supporters by the handful.

Yes. yes... As part of our civil rights, we should have the right to be a bunch of abusive thugs that have no respect for living things whatsoever... OMG, what was I thinking!

Jeebus.

*Update*

RICHMOND, Va. (AP) -- Michael Vick apologized to the NFL and his Atlanta Falcons teammates Monday for "using bad judgment and making bad decisions" and vowed to redeem himself of charges in a dogfighting case.

Shortly before making his first public statements, the star quarterback pleaded guilty to a federal dogfighting charge and awaited a Dec. 10 sentencing date that likely will send him to prison.

"First I want to apologize for all the things that I've done and that I have allowed to happen," Vick said at a news conference following his appearance in U.S. District Court.

"I made a mistake in using bad judgment and making bad decisions," he said. "Dogfighting is a terrible thing."

He concluded by saying, "I offer my deepest apologies to everyone. And I will redeem myself. I have to."

Wow. he stepped up to the plate... He made bad DECISIONS, and ALLOWED things to happen... At least he's fessing up to this... GOOD.

"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  , they blast off  , they get in orbit  , something breaks , they fix it , the President says hello , Mission Control wakes them up with a song    no one has listened to in twenty years, the science experiment placed on board by the third-graders   of Frog Balls, Tennessee , is a big success, and blah blah blah  . It's time to end this shit. Besides, it's irresponsible  . The last thing we should be doing is sending our grotesquely distorted DNA out into space.  "

- George Carlin


I was bored.

Twas worth a shot. Thanks anyways everybody.

Anyways... updated the website with some more of my commercial work, I'll be flooding my gallery shortly with some more stuff as well.

Thanks!

TDC out... KAPOOMF!

*cue thunder & lightning please!*

Please... click this link, just cause it's amusing. [link]


K, well sorta... just requires a few moments of your time really...
the catch you say?

So there's this nifty X-Box Elite system, right? that Grey & I really need would be _{keen on having...}

Buuuuuut we have to refer folks to this link (etc etc you hear about these all the time, but this one WORKS! - I wouldn'a spent the time if I didn't think it would! )   

So, if you click the link, and follow through on one of the deals, I'll make a sketch   of pretty much whatever you like, your own loveable, huggable creature from the darkest pit of your blackened charred soul, or even something really bouncy and squishy and FUN! (within taste of course folks) once I get the confirmation of it in our account. So just make note of your # so I can make sure you show up & get credit yourself as well!!!

As for the deal itself...  

Well grey put it best so I'm just gonna move out the way and let you see what she said (I edited it because people tell me they get a kick out of how I use teh em0t1C0nZ:

Yes, I have fallen so low that I have been tempted by the vile words "Complete these offers and get a FREE XBOX ELITE!" and now I'm scraping and begging to make this sad pathetic dream of sticking it to the man a reality. Plus I so desperatly want to be "elite".  

*cough*

Simply sign up and complete a simple offer and cancel it almost simply immediately afterwards. Simple.

Seriously tho, I only need 13 referals to get my sticky fingers on that gleaming black grail of gaming for FREE. Well... not actually free for me because we decided we would just go ahead and sign up for Gamefly since we keep saying we should instead of racking up overdue fees at Hollywood Video and enabling them to have xmas bonuses. AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaanyway...

[link] - my link, please follow this or I won't get any credit and I'd like to get the credit because then I can play RAINBOW 6 with my better half because it's brilliant and I like sniping terrorists in the head pixel.   And so do you unless you're a stinkin' commie! Actually one of my friends is a commie, and he's a nice guy.

So yeah... you can go the free route and pick the offer for Stamps.com (second page of offers if I remember rightly) and sign up... you have to install their software, print out your $5 free stamps and then you'd want to cancel your subscription thing after a day or two. So... not only do you bring joy to my cheeks (which is similar to giving a kitten a ball of yarn) but you also get $5 of free stamps! Which you have ALWAYS wanted, I just know. Come on.... who doesn't want free stamps... for free!

And if you do those   herculean tasks...  I will get my xbox!

Apparently, so "They" say, if you post this on ebay or pimp your journal shamelessly like me (I'll never be able to walk into Best Buy with my head held high again), you will fill your referals in no time and   fairys will bring an xbox elite on gossamer wings to us, and angels will sing , poor children will be clothed , war will end , apartheid will be a thing of the past and I'll be able to shout abuse at strangers over XboxLive as they kill me over and over and over!!!   

And who doesn't want that? Come on... did you read the bit about getting FREE STAMPS?!?!?!

*shuffles away*

Thanks in advance for considering our utter MADNESS! everybody. ahem.

ROLLOUT!


It was...
So.
Friggin.
AWESOME.

Best movie I seen all year so far...

(consider: I was kinda bent on disliking & even looking to be disappointed... so no worries, this isnt just a fanboy-omg-if-its-called-transformers-its-great-no-matter-what blurb)

Michael Bay, I take back all the crap I was spewing about my disapproval for this film... yes... even the pimped out Pepsi Prime... he actually worked... ... CURSE YOU!

This movie made me very happy.

I'll edit this later, so if you wanna know more about my thoughts on it... dont delete me!


OK... Here's my updated review.

First off, I wanna say, do not waste your time reading the loud belched out reviews handed out by blow hard snobby critics who are likely hell bent on completely   & SHITTING all over a film that would otherwise just may leave that 'omg that movie was so satisfying!' twinkle in your eye.

I won't tell you why you should like it. I won't even sit here and tell you what I would have done differently with the movie. I won't type out a long rant about the things that I found myself nitpicking at, because it simply wouldnt do you any good before watching this movie...

Look at it this way... reading a shitty review, or a REALLY great review for that matter, for this movie, is the equivalent of brushing your teeth and gargling with REALLY minty listerine smack dab right before having some pizza & orange juice -   ... You just CANT avoid the ' pre-taste ' (as I been calling it lately) ruining the flavor for you.

And no matter how much you like pizza & orange juice, it's going to taste like crap...
Same with movies, you'll either end up tasting overhyped crap, or crap you 'knew' was going to be a dissappointment, or you'll just believe that the crap you're eating is the best thing ever just cause you we're told it was so.

I've seen some pretty appalling reviews for this film that left me going "WTF?   What movie were THEY watching and how much did they get paid off to vomit all over it?"... Maybe the world is just too damn spoiled and jaded now, or perhaps these blow hards are the same ones that have taken some of the "magic" out of movie making...

Thankfully, I only caught those reviews AFTER having seen the movie which only emphasized my point about the pizza & orange juice. Avoid the pre-taste, folks!

Rant aside...  

I really was expecting to be sourly and bitterly disappointed by this flick.  

I was REALLY expecting... and truly believed... that this movie was going to be to Transformers what Emmerich/Devlin's Godzilla (aka "Skippy the Giant Iguana goes to New York" featuring the giant lizard you could probably take out with a hunting rifle   ) was to the real Godzilla series.  

BUT...  

I really loved the movie. I want to see it again. I want to buy it on DVD, and I'm finding myself looking around, sizing vehicles up and desiging transformations for them in my head. *cringe* &

And all I can tell you is that, as much as it makes me cringe to say it, I think this movie has found itself a nice comfortable spot in my top 10 favourite movies of all time... now please understand that this isn't a mere fanboyism... The movie could be called 'Giant Vehicular Lego Bots at War" and it would still be in there.

Go watch it, enjoy yourself  , have fun with it  , and decide for yourself - minus the pre-taste of bloated critic spewings ruining it for you. You might be surprised at what you get from it.

If you're interested in knowing what I have to nitpick about or my thoughts about everything and anything regarding the movie (and if you've seen it that's a plus, otherwise I'll keep it very vague and spoiler free as much as possible), feel free to drop me a line. Otherwise, keepin' it spoiler free.

It made me happy, I'm giddy like a lil kid in a playground playing Autobots vs. Decepticons in the dirt.  

Thanks for listening if you made it this far, and further thanks for considering what I've said.

With Mischief & mayhem,
thedarkcloak out.