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November 17th, 2009
September 23rd, 2009
10:40 pm - 30 second scribble
Current Music: I declare war
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September 2nd, 2009
09:57 pm - Confusion hath fuck his masterpiece.
And another thing joins my 'wanna see' list. Naked Lunch is one of those books that changed the way I looked at writing, art, entertainment and life in general. He's one of those writers you couldn't even attempt to emulate without risking making a serious arse of yourself.
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July 26th, 2009
01:31 pm - So... Antichrist was okish.
A lot of fuss and bluster about this movie at the moment. People bad mouthing it as snuff porn disguised as artistic statement or heaping praise on in as pushing the limitations of what's acceptable in modern cinema. 15 people walked out. I sat through the whole thing wondering I was supposed to be laughing that much. The opening sequence is so artsy, over dramatic and at odds with the rest of the film it set me off on a "oh god, this is is cinematic wank" tangent that lasted the whole film. There's a few moments when it shines. The panic attack in the bathroom was amazing. The fox eating itself and talking produced a solid gut laugh unintentionally. The last 20 minutes were good but nothing we haven't seen elsewhere. The message of the film is over stated to the point where when the drawn out ended finally comes to a halt I had to choke back the desire to scream "OK! We get it! Enough! Get on with it!" This film doesn't really make you think, it just kinda hands you the morale on a platter with some obvious as hell metaphor. Not a bad movie but not good either. Pretty much an average movie that takes itself way too seriously. Some of the visuals are nice but the lack of subtlety in communicating it's ideas soils the impact. Okish.
Current Music: They Might Be Giants
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May 13th, 2009
09:12 pm - The "fuck you chicken" strikes.
Current Music: mc chris - mc chris is dead
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May 4th, 2009
10:03 pm - Proof of life.
What came out when I picked up a pencil just for the sake of putting something on paper. A good sign of an improved work ethic. Also a good sign I'm happier drawing again.
A character from my new comic which is actually just a rewrite of an old comic. More soon.
In other bla bla blas...
The new Lamb Of God album is good. Nothing revolutionary but shows a return to form for the band. The boredom of Sacrament is replaced with a frenzied energy and conviction that makes for compulsive listening. Fun, hard hitting metalcore.
Finally found a cheap copy of Catch 22 so hooray for that. Will FINALLY get round to reading it after I finish Choke.
Killwhitneydead are amazing. Nothing else needs to be said.
Scott Pilgrim vol 5 arrived at the end of last week. Can't wait for the next chapter. Unfortunately my copy of vol 3 has gone missing. Will have to tear the house apart to find it.
I've been a big fan of slasher films for a long time. A horror fan since before I can remember, I got into slashers from renting old, beat up vhs copies of titles like the Friday the 13th series and the Burning. Yet until Saturday I had never seen Sleepaway Camp in it's entirety. Having now embraced it's madness, I feel like a better person for it. The deaths are silly, the plot is insanely thin and the acting is terrible. It is everything I love about 80s horror.
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April 20th, 2009
February 10th, 2009
11:04 pm - Another
Got bored again. This one was kinda fun.
Oh fuck, I nearly forgot. Yesterdays post contained Cadaver Dave who belongs to the lovely and talented ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) zom_b05 and Beartato and Reginald from nedroidcomics who is also lovely and talented and both of whom probably wont mind me mangling theirs characters in a boredom induced drawing fit.
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February 9th, 2009
10:33 pm - Random doodles.
Sitting there writing the first few pages of the new comic when I thought "Oh hell, I got my fingers reattached. Why not pick up a pencil?" I think the above should answer why not. Apologies to the appropriate parties for stealing your characters. My bad.
Current Music: Nick Cave - Lime Tree Arbour
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January 17th, 2009
08:27 pm - Ok...
Went back and deleted about 3 years worth of posts on this journal. Too much pointless waffling and whinging. Of course all the comics are gone soooo.....
( Reposted art dump follows! )
And in movie news, Zombie Strippers is porn minus the sex but with gore. Is it good? No. Is it entertaining? Depends how seriously you take yourself. Funnily enough, by the end of the film when Jenna Jameson's queen bitch zombie is rotting away she looks pretty much how I assumed she looks like without make up these days. Oooooooh. It's trash.
Current Music: bob dylan- blood on the tracks.
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October 1st, 2008
09:57 pm - I have been a miserable, self defeating bastard lately.
The toaster sits at the wrong angle. Who keeps moving the damn thing? Heresy on the level of appliances! A man's house is his castle goddamnit! Who would come in here and tamper with the inner workings of a man's castle?! Bastards, that's who. People born to unwed parents? How is that an insult? Jeez, someone dropped the ball there. Where was I? Oh yes, politics. Even the two main parties are ignoring the minority parties, preferring to bask in the glow of stupidity that is the fake sense of democracy. It's like a fat guy dressed in diapers on new year to symbolize rebirth at the dawning of a calender. The diapers aren't real. They wont contain the shit. The shit always finds a way out. Just ask Winston. Christ, for a second there I thought they'd crucify him. Drum fill please. Anyone notice the bills passed while the nation stood gobsmacked at the notion of a lying politician. Gob. Smacked. Oh the thought of it. One of our precious elected officials doing horrid things behind our backs. Never again. What? It happens all the time? Oh well, never mind. Did you see the hoola hoop girl on New Zealand's go talent? Oh isn't she just the sweetest little exploitation of a child you've seen this month? I wonder what they'll do next month? Maybe a Lindsey Lohan sextape from when she was disney's little princess. Ugh. What the hell Disney? Can't you keep one little aryan princess in line so mister and missus middle class can foist their unrealistic goals onto their children? Miss Lohan became a drug addled pussy flasher before finding comfort in the arms of another woman. Miss Hathaway went from the ugly duckling ala pincess into buttsex promoting titty flashing criminal banger! Miss Cyrus showed HER BACK IN A MAGAZINE SHOOT! IMPLIED NUDITY!!! HOW DARES SHE!!!! Oh well, at least those nice young Jonas Brother's are out promoting abstinence and suppression of minorities. The good ol' fashion Disney we grew up with. The toaster's been moved again. Now it's nailed to the roof. God damn it!! Those are my good nails! I was saving those for my crucifixion!!! SHit. Now I'll have to go to plan B. Hot glue gun. How did it come to this? Sitting here, using a stapler to reassemble my ant army. Those priceless heirlooms better float. Floods are coming. I was training these ants to swim. Follow them to food. Floods. End of everything dry. Never ending damp smell. Eventually it'll all rot and collapse. Remind me to slice my nose off in the flood. Hopefully ACC will cover it. Need some time off. Being a whipping boy ain't all it's cracked up to be. Mainly the whipping's a drag. But then again, what's the job without the whipping? Bunch of guys faking pain. Like an audition for a S & M movie. No one in here looks like they should ever be naked. Not even at home. Screw the crucifixion! I'm taking my hot glue gun and sticking black bars over everyone's unmentionables. And boy do I mean unmentionable. Like children of the corn meets deliverance at a kid rock concert. Talk about lack of progress. Women! Back to your kitchens! Cooks me some more hash browns and steak! And my beer's been empty for a good 10 seconds! Move your fat ass! Oh he's such a good man. Never puts a foot wrong. Well, except that one time but it was a dare. Who'd have guessed he wasn't faster than a landmine? Skeet says they's rigged it so's he'd look stupid. I believe him. I couldn't afford this trailer without him. Don't take Skeet away officer! I love's Him! He who is I am. Forgiveness is for the dogs. It's miller time.
Pssst... vote Libertarian.
Current Music: Ephel Duath
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September 24th, 2008
09:22 pm - Hey internet!
Ok, my arm feels a little better. Thanks for the positive thoughts. The comics above are based on post it notes I leave on the back of the lockers by my workbench at the medical supply warehouse I slave away in. I call it my "stress wall" whenever I get swamped under I take a few seconds and doodle something on a post it note and slap the sucker on the wall. There's some like the above strips, pictures of daleks or Bender from Futurama and quotes from Bill Hicks and even some song lyrics. Whatever helps me get through the day. Strange but it works.
Jericho Vein will be back soonish. Didn't want to over do it. Not till my arm feels a bit better. Doctor said the pain and my headaches are caused by stress. Trying to remedy that but it's a slow process.
From the good news file: Celia's coming back for a friends wedding in February next year so I'm really looking forward to having her back. It's insane how much I miss her. It'll only be for a week but it's better than nothing I guess. She wont be moving back to Auckland until June/July. A long way off, I know but at least it's something to focus on, to look forward to, to anticipate.
Here's a self portrait...
Current Music: The Birthday Party - Drunk on the Pope's Blood
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September 8th, 2008
June 23rd, 2008
09:54 am - In my absense
Been sick and busy. Sorry to keep you waiting.
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November 22nd, 2006
07:21 pm - You are what you defeat...
We sit apart for just a moment, staring past each other before our minds finally click over and snap to attention.
"It's him", my brain hisses to itself, "What the fuck's he doing here?"
For the longest time we avoid each others glare, desperately searching for the next course of action. How do we react? DO we even rect? Is it obvious I'm ignoring him? WHat should I do?
I stare at my feet and regain my train of thought. I know what must be done. He must die. That fat fucking prick must die painfully and slowly. I reach into my backpack which sits next to me on the seat and draw a switch blade. Covering it with my hand, I flick out the blade and summon my strength, both mental and physical. WIthout once withdrawing my glaze from the floor and my dusty old shoes I tense up... and lunge. I fly across at him, my knife straight out, putting my whole body weight behind it and what do I hit? The seat. That fat shit must have snuck out while I was trying to sneak my knife out.
I'll get you soon, Santa. You can't run forever.
Current Mood: indifferent
Current Music: Fight Paris
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