So I’m dead am I? Well that kinda sucks. I hope I went glamorously, rather than choking on a pigeon in Trafalgar Square … it happened to my cousin’s friend. Terrible tragedy - feathers and lungs everywhere.
Umm, not exactly sure what to write here, because I don’t really plan on dying anytime soon. But if you’re reading this, I guess you want to read something profound. Here goes.
I was black cloud living in a world of sunshine, and I’m very you (whoever you are) came and stood under me, if only for a rain drenched moment.
I guess I gotta say thanks and probably sorry to my mum, I haven’t been the best son, but I hope I made her proud sometime or other.
To my friends (providing you didn’t kill me), you guys have been the best thing in my life. I thought hanging out in graveyards and smoking was as good as it got, but apparently not. Thanks guys, I’m pretty sure I would have died happy if I was with you lot.
Yeah, I hope no-one ever gets to read this, but what happens, happens. Take it easy world.
So yeah, I personally thought today's HOUSD was a bit racey for the tender minds of the general public, but there you have it.
Incase you guys didn't hear, Ali (housd ) is selling off one last painting of yours truly. Its quite flattering with a special scruffy background offsetting my sharp and clean facial curves. So you know, if you actually want to hang my face above you while you sleep, you better get to it ... either that or print out a cropped comic, but I feel the pixelated look doesn't do me the greatest justice.
Yeah. Also go buy Tastefully Done 2007 Calendar. Its for cancer research and what better way to help out than buy a calendar chock full of people that should never be allowed to be naked.
Right. So most of you won't notice this, but I've tagged the crap out of the entire LJ. So basically if you want to read about say Movie themed posts, its now a lot easier for you to do so. Have a look around, its pretty nicely organised so you can jump to whatever you wish to read back on.
Now one thing you may not know about me is that I thoroughly enjoy a challenge. Ali came to me with a proposition so foul it made me squirm.
As you may know, he's been tampering with Animal Crossing, and me being the guinea pig I am, he wants to see the effect of such an innocent and pure game on the likes of me. Since I have very little else to do with my time, I say why not.
So I would like to present a new feature to the LJ by the name of
Here I shall take you fine people look through my fringe covered eyeballs into the world of Animal Crossing - Wild World . Basically if you like this game I shall be tearing it fluffy shred by shred. You've been warned.
So I'm not really that up on modern games systems and what not. But news today of Sony delaying the European launch of the Playstation 3 to March 2007 seems seriously bad going on their part.
You would have thought they'd think their technology through before hyping everyone up. Not only do they miss the Christmas rush, but they'll totally lose out to the Wii - which i am intending on investing in cos I enjoy fun things.
I guess they can rely on the uber-keens to just buy US consoles, then buy a European one when that comes out.
But anyway. For the obscene amount of money sony are going to be demanding for this (I've heard rumours of £400+), I can't see why anyone would actually run out and get it ... they'd get driven there by their chauffeur.
Not many things make me jump up and scream at the television. But I came across perhaps the most disturbing advert I have seen in years.
Now Barbie has her very own best friend, Tanner! Tanner is soft and fuzzy, and his mouth, ears, head and tail really move just like a real dog. Tanner comes with a dog bone and chew toys, and you can open his mouth to feed him dog biscuits. When Tanner has to go to the bathroom, Barbie cleans up with her special magnetic scooper and trash can.
Now baby dolls that double as water pistols I can just about take. But come on a magnetic scooper?
This advert litteraly sees the smiling girls make this dog crap on the floor, then manipulate Barbie to magic magnet that turd.
I'm scared ... and I want one ... for research purposes.
So Ali is having a mass clearout of a load of HOUSD stuff, and I've nabbed a few things to offer to you fine LJ readers.
Basically I've got Two Large Sized shirts of the design you see above.
Quick History Lesson. These were made in 2003 for Ali's first ever convention. Only 12 were ever made, and they will certainly never be printed again.
If you aren't going to wear it, then frame it. Cos these are freakin' rare. Let's say $12 each plus shipping (probably around $3 UK, $5 USA / Canada etc)
First two people to email me, I shall send an invoice to. Of course expect some free goodies inside as well.
So what the hell is this crap? Pluto is a planet. That's what I learnt and that's what I'm sticking to.
Its not just a planet, but the planet. Its icey cold exterior and love for solitude reminds me a lot of myself.
Its now going to be refferred to as a "dwarf planet." I'm assuming they will be constructing some sort of beard and hat for it.
And what's Mickey Mouse supposed to say. "Yeah my dogs named after a dwarf planet that's highly elliptical orbit overlaps with that of Neptune ... no not the 9th plant in the Solar System"
But seriously, this is a pretty big thing. Books are going to be rewritten. I think I'll head down to Waterstones tommorow and get an astronmy book the way I remember it.
Pluto is old school astronomy people. Don't you forget it.
Its an original A4 pen and ink of yours truly and my lady friend Maggie, done back for Talk Like A Pirate Day. Its going into the fund to send Boxcar Comics to San Diego '07.
Word from the wise. If you want any original HOUSD stuff, get it now. You never know how many chances you'll have left ....
So like the rest of the world (should) I saw Snakes On A Plane, you've probably heard all about it. But I would like to emphasise the fact that you should all go and see this film.
Yes its a terrible film, so terrible that it goes to brilliant. Much like digging through the planet and reaching the other side. Its serious no brainer entertainment, and in a world of thorough uninspirement to get off your ass and head down to the cinema, this is a breath of fresh air.
Best thing to do is see it with a bunch of friends so you can just laugh your ass off, and talk about it for hours afterwards. But do go and see it.
Anyway. I think some sequals should be created. A few ideas I've come up with
Snakes on a Train Disgruntled ticket collector Samuel L Jackson takes on an entire train of snakes armed only with his ticket clipper. Or alternatively a giant snake is painted to look like a train, and its stomach is filled with smaller snakes.
Other ideas include Snakes on a ... Tandem Bicycle, Mini Cab, Hot Air Balloon, Jet Ski, Ferris Wheel.
Seriously folks. If every mode of transport isn't filled with 500 poisonous snakes I shall be quite disappointed.
So yeah got a bit bored, so whacked this out on the graphics tablet. Not too bad. Might tighten it up, see if i can get some prints or something done.
So Ali is planning something seriously wacky for next week's comics. Its pretty darn different from the regular fill. I think people will like it, but perhaps too much. But you'll have to wait til monday to see that.
So you may well have read about the planned HOUSD Custom Munnys. They're actually looking very swish, and much larger than you'd think. I think they measure a deceptively large 7 inches tall.
"Who the hell cares about Mr. Chimpy?" I hear you cry. Don't worry. All is being planned
So yeah. Apparently these are going to be complete one offs. None the same, which I think is the best kind of merchandise you can get your mitts on. Its like a giant 3D sketch ... but painted and shiney. Anyway.
Its basically up to the fans how far this goes. If one sells, then another can be made. Let's hope so. I want to see how many expressions I'm capable of.
Seeing Ali looking like a jackass this morning made me think about a few things to do with the current state of subculture these days.
The term “emo” is thrown around like confetti. I am a goth, a non conformist goth but a goth nonetheless. But “my look” is apparently emo.
I used to associate the look of “emo” as kinda nerdy alternative. Weezer being the prime example in band form. But somewhere along the line there’s been a bastardisation between that, punks and goths to create this strange little society of stripes, fringes and androgyny.
I think the term “emo” just a very bad generalisation, such as “chav” or as we used to be called “grungers,” but these little emos seem to be flooding the streets with their impossibly tight jeans and ambiguous world perspective.
I guess this confusion of identity has something to do with the music. First the bands start singing quite melodically (but often too high, probably on account of those aforementioned jeans), then they scream like they’ve been put through a mangle for a bit, then they might sing again.
Emo dancing I find utterly hilarious as well. I think they keep their angst in their fringes so priming it while they bob up and down in a hunched position might relieve them somewhat.
I’m not for or against any of it. I’ve seen, done and experienced all these kids are supposedly “going through” and it’s kind of cute.
Let us just remember that the minute Claire’s Accessories starts supplying you with your fashion basis, you start to wonder how much potency your statement through your identity is making.
So me being the guy I am, I’m going to go and see The Omen. It’s just something I’m contractually obliged to do. Although to be honest I might have my contract reviewed.
Now I don’t know if I was expecting scary, jumpy, freaky … but not funny. I’m not too up on the story, but it seemed very hokey. Example being the terrible CGI impalation of Pete Postlethwaite hurt my brain.
It started out ok. Bit dark, kids screaming and such. Then it just got silly what with Mary Poppins’ evil twin and such a like.
There were a few jumps and such but the kind of jump you know is coming and hate yourself for jumping because of this fact.
There were a few nice unflinching moments that made you wince ever so slightly. But the big scenes had an odour of hilarity, with the biggest audience reaction being laughing at a person getting trounced by a car.
I’m not sure if we’re a bunch of desensitised robots only happy when we can actually see the inner cranium of the victim. But this flick got stuck between a bad horror, and a very bad psychological thriller.
Kids on screen can be scary. But Damien just looked like an insomniac potato that screamed a bit.
Yeah. If you need a horror fix go elsewhere … in fact go elsewhere unless you like over hyped remakes of movies best left alone.
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