This was the least virulent strain thus far. I am not surprised. I have not been coughing and sneezing on a lot of people's blogs as of late, and have not really been feeling all that ill, to be honest.
I am very thankful to those who did come down with an infection, and remember them fondly here.
If you were infected and not been remembered, please let me know and I will correct it.
Thank you!
December 8
Splotchy
December 9
Cormac Brown
December 10
David Barber
MRMACRUM
Randal G
December 11
Michael J. Solender
Mike Wilkerson
December 12
CJT
crybbe666
Übermilf
December 13
Beach Bum
mdjb
December 16
Pipe Tobacco
December 18
mkooch
December 21
austere
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
I'll Be Documenting The Story Virus v5 Shortly, I Promise
Hi all,
I normally do a memorial for each story virus I do. I also like to traverse the various threads that spawn.
I have been kinda busy with the holidays, but I will follow up this week and stuff.
I LOVE YOU ALL AND WISH YOU THE POWER OF FLIGHT, SUPER STRENGTH, AND INVISIBILITY.
I normally do a memorial for each story virus I do. I also like to traverse the various threads that spawn.
I have been kinda busy with the holidays, but I will follow up this week and stuff.
I LOVE YOU ALL AND WISH YOU THE POWER OF FLIGHT, SUPER STRENGTH, AND INVISIBILITY.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Story Virus v5
So begins Story Virus, v5.
For those unfamiliar, here's a recap:
There always has to be a start of a story, so here it is.
***
The mall was crowded. There were happy people, angry people, people in a hurry, even a few people sleeping on benches. To the security guard, they were a blur of coats, hats and scarves. He was just beginning his second eight hour shift. He yawned, leaning against a pillar in the food court, the aftertaste of terrible mall cookies lingering on his tongue. His eyes abruptly snapped open with the loud sound of glass shattering behind him.
***
Please continue this story virus.
I tag:
Randal G
Tantra Flower
Matt Debenham
FranIAm
Amy Guth
Freida Bee
Cormac Brown
Becca
Dr MVM
Bubs
Vikkitikkitavi
Liberality
Some Guy
Doc
Snape
Chef Cthulhu
SamuraiFrog
Flannery Alden
Megan
Blue Gal
For those unfamiliar, here's a recap:
Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out.
If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into.
Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours.
There always has to be a start of a story, so here it is.
***
The mall was crowded. There were happy people, angry people, people in a hurry, even a few people sleeping on benches. To the security guard, they were a blur of coats, hats and scarves. He was just beginning his second eight hour shift. He yawned, leaning against a pillar in the food court, the aftertaste of terrible mall cookies lingering on his tongue. His eyes abruptly snapped open with the loud sound of glass shattering behind him.
***
Please continue this story virus.
I tag:
Randal G
Tantra Flower
Matt Debenham
FranIAm
Amy Guth
Freida Bee
Cormac Brown
Becca
Dr MVM
Bubs
Vikkitikkitavi
Liberality
Some Guy
Doc
Snape
Chef Cthulhu
SamuraiFrog
Flannery Alden
Megan
Blue Gal
Monday, December 7, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Couples Retweet
I only have to work Monday this week, so the rest of my time leading up to Thanksgiving can be devoted to developing my eight-pack abs and watching shitty movies.
Okay, watching shitty movies.
What were my choices?
Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs - Nope!
This Is It - I'm pretty sure it isn't, but thank you.
Where The Wild Things Are - I was all excited about this until I realized it was not in fact a sequel to The Wild Life.
Couples Retreat - LET'S GO.
I got the great idea of live-tweeting my moviewatching experience. I sat near the back of the theater and got my phone and my typing fingers ready.
Sadly, during the film I realized that to properly live-tweet a movie, you have to be sitting in the VERY back row of the theater. Unless, of course, you don't mind getting repeatedly punched in the back of the head by people who for some reason don't like the life-giving glow of your mobile phone.
Regardless of this, I'm going to let my Tweets stand as a review of this film. Enjoy!
7:10pm - Live-tweeting Couples Retreat in a cheap theater. GO
7:10pm - It is only me & 4 annoying teens here.
7:11pm - Wait! A "couple" just walked in.
7:11pm - Bob Marley's Legend on the sound system.
7:12pm - Another couple-
7:12pm - I have always loved "Stir It Up". Genuinely.
7:13pm - Movie is supposed to start at 7:15pm.
7:13pm - This is kind of like live-tweeting Crank 2, except not really.
7:14pm - I hope I anger no one. I'm a sweetheart.
7:15pm - lights out
9:12pm - Sorry, somebody sat behind me. It was shittt
9:12pm - shitty
Okay, watching shitty movies.
What were my choices?
Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs - Nope!
This Is It - I'm pretty sure it isn't, but thank you.
Where The Wild Things Are - I was all excited about this until I realized it was not in fact a sequel to The Wild Life.
Couples Retreat - LET'S GO.
I got the great idea of live-tweeting my moviewatching experience. I sat near the back of the theater and got my phone and my typing fingers ready.
Sadly, during the film I realized that to properly live-tweet a movie, you have to be sitting in the VERY back row of the theater. Unless, of course, you don't mind getting repeatedly punched in the back of the head by people who for some reason don't like the life-giving glow of your mobile phone.
Regardless of this, I'm going to let my Tweets stand as a review of this film. Enjoy!
7:10pm - Live-tweeting Couples Retreat in a cheap theater. GO
7:10pm - It is only me & 4 annoying teens here.
7:11pm - Wait! A "couple" just walked in.
7:11pm - Bob Marley's Legend on the sound system.
7:12pm - Another couple-
7:12pm - I have always loved "Stir It Up". Genuinely.
7:13pm - Movie is supposed to start at 7:15pm.
7:13pm - This is kind of like live-tweeting Crank 2, except not really.
7:14pm - I hope I anger no one. I'm a sweetheart.
7:15pm - lights out
9:12pm - Sorry, somebody sat behind me. It was shittt
9:12pm - shitty
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Law Abiding Shitizen
Ahhhhhh! How long has it been since I reviewed a movie? TOO LONG.
What were my choices?
Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs - No thanks, I've eaten and been rained on!
Couples Retreat - This would be awful, I do not doubt. Still, no.
(500) Days Of Summer - I wouldn't mind seeing this. However, I would be afraid if I said anything negative about the movie, I would make Zooey Deschanel sad. And that, my friends, is too much burden for me to bear.
Law Abiding Citizen - YES! YES! YES!
So, I roll into LaGrange in my fashionable cobalt station-wagon. Christmas lights have been strung in the village of LaGrange, and the town is a prematurely winter wonderland.
How about those mediocre-looking pics, huh? I took them with my FUCKING PHONE! Hello, 21st Century!
So, the LaGrange is really not the friendly, very slightly grimy theater I toiled away in as the Two Buck Schmuck. They have done some quite lovely renovations. Okay, I'll admit it. Things are different.
Remodeled lobby, with ticket enforcers
Remodeled hallway
Some restored frescoes. Yeah, fucking frescoes!
New inside theater marquee
The Bob Seger Theater was largely unaffected by the renovation. Except, instead of playing Bob Seger tonight before the movie they were playing the Temptations.
The movie choices are better now. I mean, they played the latest Hayao Miyazaki film here, for Christ's sake. Do you know how hard it was for me to find a boilerplate revenge drama with suspect philosophical underpinnings? It wasn't easy.
Okay, to the movie! So, Gerard Butler is this loving dad whose wife and child are killed in the first few minutes of the movie (pre-credits, even!). He spends the rest of the movie punishing the rest of the world for not properly serving up justice to the guys that killed them. I'm not sure if it was cut out in the version I watched, but the movie seemed to be missing that hilarious scene with the vibrating panties.
I knew absolutely nothing about the movie going in, so it was kind of nice wondering where it was going. It wasn't obvious at first, at least. We flash-forward ten years and see the two thugs that did the killings die -- one gets death by lethal injection (a very painful one, thanks to that sneaky Gerard), the other gets gradually amputated to death (also by Gerard). Gerard likes his justice served gradually!
Oh, Jamie Foxx is actually the star of the movie. He's was Gerard's lawyer. He is a hotshot lawyer. He didn't do right by Gerard, so this movie is pretty much geared to teach Jamie Foxx that the only true way to justice is to gradually cut someone's limbs off.
Gerard lets himself get caught, and then engineers a whole lot of mayhem from within his prison cell. Oh, before I forget, there was a "Hello, ladies!" moment in the movie. So, Gerard pretty much leads the police to himself. For whatever reason, as he is waiting for them, he strips completely down, giving the viewer a nice backside view. As he is taken from his house in custody, he is shirtless but in jeans. What the fuck? They make him put on pants, but they say, "No, a shirt will not be necessary." I was hoping he would wink at the camera in his shirtless glory, but I guess they did not want to break the fourth wall.
So, most of the movie is just him killing lawyers and shit.
Oh, you end up finding what Gerard does (or did) for a living. He was basically a genius guy that worked for the government, figuring out ways to kill people. He was essentially an assassin. Now, the whole point of the movie, the whole motivation for his character killing all these people, is that justice was not done when his wife and child were killed. The movie *completely* misses any of the irony, that this self-righteous douchebag would in his job routinely kill people extrajudicially. The movie is totally on his side, too. The movie is like Se7en, except you are being asked to sympathize with Kevin Spacey. Yeah, man! Put Gywneth Paltrow's head in that box!!!
Anyways, Jamie Foxx finally figures out one of Gerard's plans, to blow up the mayor with a homemade napalm bomb. So, please bear with me -- Foxx takes the bomb to Gerard's solitary confinement cell, which Gerard is not in because he left through a tunnel he made years before being arrested to allow him to move freely from the jail to the outside world. Foxx hides the bomb in Gerard's cell and waits for him. Gerard eventually makes it back, Foxx asks him not to detonate the napalm bomb (via a cellphone call) to kill the mayor, and Gerard says sorry, and detonates it. Then Gerard realizes the bomb is in his bed as Foxx hightails it out of the cell and locks the special fancy door Gerard built. The napalm bomb explodes, in a prison, a FULLY-POPULATED prison, mind you, killing Gerard and probably a whole lot of other inmates. Then, Jamie Foxx goes to watch his daughter play in a cello recital.
So, Jamie Foxx has learned some valuable lessons in this movie. One, you can blow bombs up in prison, and two, really, see your daughter's recitals. They're only young once!
What were my choices?
Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs - No thanks, I've eaten and been rained on!
Couples Retreat - This would be awful, I do not doubt. Still, no.
(500) Days Of Summer - I wouldn't mind seeing this. However, I would be afraid if I said anything negative about the movie, I would make Zooey Deschanel sad. And that, my friends, is too much burden for me to bear.
Law Abiding Citizen - YES! YES! YES!
So, I roll into LaGrange in my fashionable cobalt station-wagon. Christmas lights have been strung in the village of LaGrange, and the town is a prematurely winter wonderland.
How about those mediocre-looking pics, huh? I took them with my FUCKING PHONE! Hello, 21st Century!
So, the LaGrange is really not the friendly, very slightly grimy theater I toiled away in as the Two Buck Schmuck. They have done some quite lovely renovations. Okay, I'll admit it. Things are different.
Remodeled lobby, with ticket enforcers
Remodeled hallway
Some restored frescoes. Yeah, fucking frescoes!
New inside theater marquee
The Bob Seger Theater was largely unaffected by the renovation. Except, instead of playing Bob Seger tonight before the movie they were playing the Temptations.
The movie choices are better now. I mean, they played the latest Hayao Miyazaki film here, for Christ's sake. Do you know how hard it was for me to find a boilerplate revenge drama with suspect philosophical underpinnings? It wasn't easy.
Okay, to the movie! So, Gerard Butler is this loving dad whose wife and child are killed in the first few minutes of the movie (pre-credits, even!). He spends the rest of the movie punishing the rest of the world for not properly serving up justice to the guys that killed them. I'm not sure if it was cut out in the version I watched, but the movie seemed to be missing that hilarious scene with the vibrating panties.
I knew absolutely nothing about the movie going in, so it was kind of nice wondering where it was going. It wasn't obvious at first, at least. We flash-forward ten years and see the two thugs that did the killings die -- one gets death by lethal injection (a very painful one, thanks to that sneaky Gerard), the other gets gradually amputated to death (also by Gerard). Gerard likes his justice served gradually!
Oh, Jamie Foxx is actually the star of the movie. He's was Gerard's lawyer. He is a hotshot lawyer. He didn't do right by Gerard, so this movie is pretty much geared to teach Jamie Foxx that the only true way to justice is to gradually cut someone's limbs off.
Gerard lets himself get caught, and then engineers a whole lot of mayhem from within his prison cell. Oh, before I forget, there was a "Hello, ladies!" moment in the movie. So, Gerard pretty much leads the police to himself. For whatever reason, as he is waiting for them, he strips completely down, giving the viewer a nice backside view. As he is taken from his house in custody, he is shirtless but in jeans. What the fuck? They make him put on pants, but they say, "No, a shirt will not be necessary." I was hoping he would wink at the camera in his shirtless glory, but I guess they did not want to break the fourth wall.
So, most of the movie is just him killing lawyers and shit.
Oh, you end up finding what Gerard does (or did) for a living. He was basically a genius guy that worked for the government, figuring out ways to kill people. He was essentially an assassin. Now, the whole point of the movie, the whole motivation for his character killing all these people, is that justice was not done when his wife and child were killed. The movie *completely* misses any of the irony, that this self-righteous douchebag would in his job routinely kill people extrajudicially. The movie is totally on his side, too. The movie is like Se7en, except you are being asked to sympathize with Kevin Spacey. Yeah, man! Put Gywneth Paltrow's head in that box!!!
Anyways, Jamie Foxx finally figures out one of Gerard's plans, to blow up the mayor with a homemade napalm bomb. So, please bear with me -- Foxx takes the bomb to Gerard's solitary confinement cell, which Gerard is not in because he left through a tunnel he made years before being arrested to allow him to move freely from the jail to the outside world. Foxx hides the bomb in Gerard's cell and waits for him. Gerard eventually makes it back, Foxx asks him not to detonate the napalm bomb (via a cellphone call) to kill the mayor, and Gerard says sorry, and detonates it. Then Gerard realizes the bomb is in his bed as Foxx hightails it out of the cell and locks the special fancy door Gerard built. The napalm bomb explodes, in a prison, a FULLY-POPULATED prison, mind you, killing Gerard and probably a whole lot of other inmates. Then, Jamie Foxx goes to watch his daughter play in a cello recital.
So, Jamie Foxx has learned some valuable lessons in this movie. One, you can blow bombs up in prison, and two, really, see your daughter's recitals. They're only young once!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Oh, I Suppose I Can Doodle Something For You, If You Like
First commenter with a doodle idea gets that idea doodled.
UPDATE:
For Doc:
Napoleon with a "will work for food" sign.
(it took me a little longer than 60 seconds because of the onerous task of lettering on that goddamn sign)
UPDATE:
For Doc:
Napoleon with a "will work for food" sign.
(it took me a little longer than 60 seconds because of the onerous task of lettering on that goddamn sign)
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Holy Shit! An Entire Album's Worth Of Paul Stanley Stage Banter!
If you have anything remotely resembling my sense of humor, you need to download this now.
PAUL STANLEY - PEOPLE LET ME GET THIS OFF MY CHEST
(H/T)
PAUL STANLEY - PEOPLE LET ME GET THIS OFF MY CHEST
(H/T)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
A Nice Moment With My Youngest
Not sharing a piece of artwork from my youngest (4 yo) boy, but an anecdote from earlier this morning.
He came into the bathroom to show me something when I was getting ready to take a shower.
I said to him, covering myself up a bit, "Can I have a little privacy? I'm naked."
He responded, "It's okay, Daddy. I won't laugh at you."
He came into the bathroom to show me something when I was getting ready to take a shower.
I said to him, covering myself up a bit, "Can I have a little privacy? I'm naked."
He responded, "It's okay, Daddy. I won't laugh at you."
Darth Penguin
Oh, my daughter isn't the only kid with mad art skills. Check out this creation of my eldest son, DARTH PENGUIN.
Etch A Sketch Goodness
When I was a kid, I loved dialing around and making lines, but that's as far as it went. I don't think I ever managed to make any interesting pictures.
My daughter, however, is a different story.
Etch A Dragon
Etch A Robot
My daughter, however, is a different story.
Etch A Dragon
Etch A Robot
Friday, September 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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