Bold Print

Pee Ess Free

2006-11-17T20:20:50Z

Engadget has an excellent collection of articles detailing just how nuts consumerism can be. Some of these fuckers.... Kee-ryps. I'm still convinced that Sony's repeated horrible/restricted console launches and ardent proprietism are just a reflection of how much they hate everyone. They love to watch the ants dance for the object of their affection, indeed. Joystiq also has a nice attention-whore F-you from the "SmashmyiPod" guys by destroying a newly-bought PS3 in front of 100's of hopefuls. They say a video will follow soon. Anyhow, I'm glad I decided not to stay the whole night and went home to sleep instead. I would've been at the Circuit City where the pepperball incident happened if I had stayed the whole night... as fun as that would've been.

A big commiserating sorry to a couple of my friends, though; who did spend 18 hours or so waiting. Only to get cut in front of by scalpers who were literally trying to sell the ones they just bought in the parking lot as the police who were present did nothing to maintain the line or any semblance of order. (Aside from send a few kids to the Pokey, who didn't even cut into the line, for pushing) That kick in the nuts of being exactly next in what was a line and them goin' "Sorry, all out. Go get one from that greedy, self-important sack who just took the one you would of had in the parking lot for three grand," must be quite a monumental kick indeed.

Oh well. Wii on Sunday, boyeee.

(Oh, and Sneak King...)

Robo-Angst

2006-08-29T20:19:01Z

This little duderz shows that even robots can flex the emo. So, suck it all you bleeding hearts and cutesy anime fuckbots!! Robots hate happy, too... and they do it more efficiently. Bzzrt.

????

2006-07-21T19:03:39Z

So, uhh, I guess this is a charitable/good thing? The whole thing seems kinda surreal to me. Maybe even misplaced recognition and a bit o' "lookit mez!!" Iunno, just all seems kinda "lahk whoa" to me. Anyhow, you knowz... Things.

For Victory We Ride, Fury of the Storm

2006-05-09T16:28:20Z

14 months and 14 days later...

Dragonforce.

Premiere American tour.

Dragonforce.

Hol-ee Shee-it

2005-02-25T22:24:41Z

Animal "rights" activists can suck my lily ass. Candy? What's the problem? Candies like this have been floating around before. Why attack it now? Who the fuck even cares? I'ma make strawberry icecream bars shaped like roadkill activists replete with cherry goo filling and call 'em "Funsies". Fuckers.

We've got the escape plan blueprint,

2004-10-30T03:36:07Z

get off this planet now!

Or, watch The ASCII-Matrix cuz it's whee.

It's about weekend time. It's about Hollow-Scream weekend time. It's about... well, no plans this year. So it's about time.

This looks like a peaceful coast. Except for the dead bodies.

Hope everyone will either be out collecting candy or at home dispensing it. Or, I guess, the third option is out getting heemed and ogling girls in too-teeny costumes. Good times.

Maybe it's time to get off this crazy thing. This crazy thing called... Love.

Hollow-Scream

2004-10-29T00:45:08Z

Costume quandries are over!! These costumes are the hotness and we should make an effort to get out there and get the ball punching! Enjoy and remember: Just because you're broke and have children, doesn't mean you can't have great politically topical costumes. Trick or Treat all year 'round.

Decree:

2004-10-19T22:49:38Z

I am the Lord Judge LJ.

I say what goes and what doesn't from here on out.

Jilted and Mischeivous

2004-10-06T18:55:35Z

Apparently all my "friends" are good enough for this 18 year old muff, but not me. Noooo.... I filled out her "boyfriend application" nonsense thusly:

NAME: That Which Comes Before You and Remains Long After
AGE: |Beyond.Comprehension|
LOCATION: The Rest of On
HOBBIES: Persisting, Perseverance, Remaining Stalwart, Making Fugly Hookers hot with computers (want to schedule a session?), Droppin' rhymes double time, Cards
HEIGHT: 370ft. above sea level
WEIGHT: 4.26639332 × 10^14 pounds
TATTOOS? DESCRIBE: Scarred by exorbitant amounts of deforestation and office complex construction. Not to mention the fuckers living in that government subsidized housing on my west and south sides.
PEIRCINGS? DESCRIBE: Telephone pole through my nose.
DO YOU DRINK?: Of the Skies.
DO YOU SMOKE?: Of the Forest.
DO YOU DO DRUGS?: Various that amount in the aggregate to rotten diapers and old syringes.
IF SO, WHICH ONES?: Everything that seeps into my earthen veins from you sunzabitches that don't close the baggies you throw out of your car when the 5-Oh is on your tizzailz.
WHAT IS YOUR EDUCATION?: H.S. Diploma and a PhD in Mixology
WHAT IS YOUR OCCUPATION?: Keeping your salty ass from being sucked into the molten core.
WHAT IS YOUR IDEA OF A PERFECT DATE?: October 22nd. Because it's not too hot. Not too cold. A light windbreaker is all you need!
WHAT WOULD YOU BUY ME AS A PERFECT PRESENT?: Another day of life. Not that you'd do anything but waste it staring vapidly at my vast expanses wondering why your penis is in a strange bed.
FAVORITE BANDS: Wedding. That'll shut her up for awhile.
FAVORITE MOVIES: Volcano, Twister, The Day After Tomorrow, The Perfect Storm
FAVORITE TV SHOWS: Those ones where you all die.
WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE?: I'm a passenger on the cosmic cruiseway like all y'all fuckers.
DO YOU LIKE CARS?: They get smoke in my face. See above remark about drugs, as well.
DO YOU ENJOY ROAD TRIPS?: Like when one of you trips on the road and gets splattered in a garish display? Good times.
WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE PLACES?: That warm, wet spot between here and eternity.
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT SPOONING?: Keep those cranes outta my A-hole, bkok'ns.
HOW MUCH DRAMA IS IN YOUR LIFE?: Multiply local population by years resident divided by the annual birth/death ratio.
DO YOU HAVE CRAZY A CRAZY EX GIRLFRIEND THAT IS STILL RUNNING YOUR LIFE?: Until I swallowed her.
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR LIFE?: Well enough to regrow. Just wait until I figure that Kudzu shit out, basticles.
IF YOU COULD CHANGE 3 THINGS ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?: Continental Drift, Dig-happy Dogs, Drunk Pilots in large aircraft
IF YOU COULD CHANGE 3 THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOOKS, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?: A wicked huge volcano aggravated by an unstable fissure with multiple hot spots would be the money.
IF YOU COULD CHANGE 3 THINGS ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY WHAT WOULD THEY BE?: That I'm writing this and you will never know me. I cry about that.
DESCRIBE YOUR BED: Crusty and warm.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?: Old houses. Those crumble nicely into bite-sized bits of gooey joy.
DO YOU LIKE TO JOKE AROUND?: No. Never. Fuck you for thinking that about me.
ARE YOU PLAYFUL?: Yes. Extremely. I can't help being the life of every social event.
DO YOU CHEAT?: Beyond measure.
HAVE YOU CHEATED?: Nope. Wasn't me.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT CHEESY LITTLE THINGS LIKE KISSY PICTURES, HOLDING HANDS, CUTE NOTES, YA KNOW THE 'ROMANTIC STUFF'?: If I find one more of those things in my back pocket... Sinkholes!!
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT ME?: That you think this will work.
DO YOU GET HEATED ALOT?: Constantly from below. Not so much from above.
ON A SCALE OF ONE TO TEN HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE THE INTERNET?: What the phuck is the Internet?
IF WE SOMEHOW GOT SERIOUS IN A RELATIONSHIP AND YOU WERE TO EITHER BUY ME OR GIVE ME SOMETHING TO SHOW EVERYONE AND MYSELF THAT YOU WE WERE SERIOUS, WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE ME?: A trip downstairs.

I mean, c'mon! Who wouldn't date the shit outta that?? Now, admittedly, I hadn't sleep at all and I was droning at work so I may be unfairly vindictive......... but it's good times, anyhow. If you want to be her "boy"friend or just want some fucking funny reads from what others posted (especially the aforementioned "friends"); you can hit it up aquí. Congrats to my buds that made the cut and may she burn. Buuurrrnnnnn.... Righteous fires and piemonade.

So... My day has been slow..............

2004-09-04T02:43:55Z

Jeff Lew's Killer Bean has been remastered. Nothing too extreme, but a great re-watch of a classic. GoldenEye: Rogue Agent has a hot website in which you take a "villain assessment" of sorts and gain access to a sweet name generator among other things. My "Overall Fiend Factor Quotient" is 128 and Blind Vizier villainized is "Baron Blind Van Der Slay". Watch for me in Lithuanian periodicals soon. I was directed towards this test by a friend. I'm normally not one for these and I tried to take it as blindly as possible based on my knowledge of those bad-ass original Transformers. Those who know me will probably be as baffled as myself when you see that:

You are Optimus Prime! You are a natural born
leader, brave and selfless and you will fight
to the bitter end for peace and freedom. You
have extensive knowledge in just about
everything from art to the art of war. You
would be a better leader if you were more
ruthless, but then you just wouldn't be Optimus
Prime. Roll out with your bad self!

Transformers Generation One Personality Test
brought to you by Quizilla

I invite you all to take the test as well and share your results because I want to see if they are as curious as mine. Hell, who knew? Mebbeh there's some Prime in me after all.

Anyhow, that's about enough mess for tonight. Be sure and tune in next time for another round of silliness.

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(Addendum:) Uber Boy villainized is "Colonel Uber Man Kookamunga". I might have to go even more old school than BlindVizier now when my scheissekrieg launches...
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Not'cher ordinary vector-based freshness:

2004-08-29T00:33:44Z

tokyoplastic UK-based. An ex-industrial designer. An international photographer/artist. An insane piece of talent. They have some vinyl and prints up for sale in commemoration of v.2 of the site being out and about (v.1 was damn "hit" as well. If you haven't seen it, there's a link to it in the "bits and pieces" bit of v.2); so be sure and send yer British Pound Sterlings over to 'em. You know. Like being sure to drink your Ovaltine. It's worth your time to explore every link on both the versions, but if you are short of attention or just don't give a fuck about digital artistry; checking the "bloody mecha" (I dunno what else to call 'em) prints that are on sale and watching "drummachine" are key.

"vector scientists...perpetually sharpening the cutting edge"

I know... One of these days I'll post a "journal" entry. Sorry.

For the Craziest Deus:

2004-08-26T20:34:45Z

Very inspirational one man animation projects.

The Mustang GTR.

So fresh. So real. So sweet.

Doom3 is scary, apparently.

2004-08-25T03:28:21Z

These damn kids are my heroes. I can just imagine their parents sitting downstairs listening to them and laughing hysterically. "Here you are Gunter und Heinrich. I new game for playing!" *snicker* I'm guessing they're German (cuz it's funnier to me that way), and that kind of prank is OK in Germany. In keeping with the Id Software news vein; DOOM4 has been officially announced. The leaps and bounds in graphical photorealism are absolutely astounding.

~Tilde~

So I like CG shorts...

2004-08-13T03:00:37Z

My link whoring continues... I stumbled upon a short today that pretty much kicks the ass down the drain. It is a collaboration piece done in only two and a half weeks(!!) on no budget for the Rocketclip sub-festival of the Amsterdam Fantastic Film Festival. All three "houses" that came together on this are located in Holland. Who knew the Dutch could rock the effects socks? Two guys from Soulbase, three guys from House of Secrets and one from Maniacs of Noise all came together on this one. They ended up only winning second place because their entry was deemed "too professional" (strike a familiar chord, Nigs?), but it's the best as far as I'm concerned. At any rate, it's called "Geweldenaren van Ver" or, "Tyrants from Afar". You can find plenty of watching links from its site.

On the personal (read: journal-ish) end, not a whole lot. Works still work. Still fighting with debtors, and hopefully swinging a car loan in the near future before good ol' Truck blows up on me. Schooled good ol' Migs on Wacom tablets and digital 2D animation suites last night and he sounds kinda amped about it. Hopefully it'll be new fuel to keep pushing him along. Er, and I wanna play with the tablet if he gets one. Heh. Good times, good times.

Jimmuh back muh clobethes unh seXbawks oar DIE

2004-08-09T23:44:05Z

This is friggin' lunacy. I'd go on some sort of diatribe about how retarded people are and how nuts video games make people, but it'd be hypocritical (possibly unfounded) and it wouldn't bring the victims back. Asides, who knows how slanted the reporting might be. Just a little read for a laugh or a "what the fuck?!" (or both) depending on your current mindstate. As a queer little parralel: I'm playing Doom3 at current and it's dag awesome. So please don't come steal my breakaway pants and the computer I'm playing it on. I'd hate for your final vision to be me looming over you with a knife and an aluminum baseball bat as you groggily awake from your slumber.

From a Frenchie land comes sights so grand! (on occasion... sometimes)

2004-08-04T00:32:20Z

Just a mini update to share a couple CG shorts that I found quite amayzink. They're astoundingly both from France, to boot. I know. Tell me about it. One is Jurrannesic done by 5 students of the GOBELINS animation school. That can be viewed through the links on the site, or, for you lazy basticles out there MilkandCookies has it linked up he'ah. The other short is called Akryls. This was also done by 3 French students (I dunno which school) over the span of six months on three machines. 3-6-3. Hmm. Aah... The site has a few DL mirrors if you follow the link. Easy enough to snag. So, naturally, I want to start firebombing all the art schools so kids that can't afford to go still have a chance to make it in the industry. Sign the petition below if you want to help fund the gargantuan gasoline, rag, and empty bottle purchases that will ensue.

Work induced conformity...

2004-07-31T22:43:24Z

I've never done one of these either... but what the hell:

1) Using your Current Initials, choose a different name for yourself. Why?

2) outside of your era, when would you want to be born and why? 20's. I love me some drinking and swing dancing. Plus. Flappers. Aww, yeeuh. Otherwise, I'll go with an as of yet undetermined point in the future where I could have a giant robot.

3) If you ran a store, what would you sell/have? I'd have everything in the store since I ran it. Then I'd sell it all.

4) What part in a movie would you love to play? Any. I just like to goof on camera.

5) In your opinion, why do people suck? To make me cum.

6) If you had your own state, what would you put on your new quarter? Nothing. There would be no money. Only Zuul.

7) What's the oldest article of clothing you own? Carol Joy Holling summer camp t-shirt. Pretty sure that's the oldest.

8) What piece of furniture have you replaced the most? Sleeping bag.

9) What instrument do you wish you could be more than great at? Scalpel.

10) Record, Tape or CD? See Dee. They're multi-functional.

12) What's the best part of your favorite movie? Damn these "favorite" questions. Damn them to Hoboken, New Jersey. Although, backing the car through the face of the motel room and them both going "Awwww.." was pretty damn good in "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles". I'm sure I'll think of a scene that made me laugh a lot harder soon after this post is up, but whatever the phuk.

13) What do you think is the most over-rated candy ever? Chocolate. I've yet to give some to a woman and have her fall over in aphrodesiac induced pleasure. What. a. crock.

14) If you were writing out your will, who would you give your CD collection to? The debt collectors already have it. It was lost in the great Mazda reclamation of '03.

(I don't understand where #15-17 went, either)

18) What do you collect? Free radicals, I'd imagine. I guess they collect me, more accurately.

19) What is broken that you have, that you wish was fixed? Nothing comes to mind beyond the usual life gripes that not wishing, but doing fixes. I don't have any toys to break, or I'd go with one of those.

20) What do you do when you're home sick? Wake people up with my horrendous vomit song.

21) Why does this survey rock? I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it is bait on the compliment fishers hook.

22) Story behind your username? Which? This? I think it was first used as my login for that online Battletech game that got canned (damn shame, too). Either that or a Station.Sony ID... Somethin'. The symbology ("symbolism. I believe the word you are looking for is: sssymbolism.") behind the ol' BlindVizier isn't too deep. Take a crack at compounding the two words' definitions and take into account feeling potent and defective all at once; and that's basically it. Or, do what I do and go "that sounds kinda neat. what is it?"

23) Current Favorite Article of Clothing? I'ma go with bra. They're always fun to remove. (take that as y'all will, perv-os)

24) Line from the last thing you wrote to someone? "23) Current Favorite Article of Clothing? I'ma go with bra. They're always fun to remove. (take that as y'all will, perv-os)" Heh. I'm priceless. But nah, you got me. I closed the window after she left. You can bet it was damn golden, though.

25) A famous person you have met? Not entirely positive what counts as "having met" or, hell, "famous" for that matter. You're all famous in my eyes, mah daymies. Whatta-tah.

26) Favorite way to waste time? Pretending I'm gonna go somewhere with art.

27) Last thing you bought yourself? More time.

So, uh.. Suck it down.

Ze Komick. She speaks to meh.

2004-07-29T04:03:36Z

I'll just use a text link cuz more web hits for him are good web hits (even if he already has plenty)... but this har is a damn fine example of how political campaigning flows. Hell, even how marketing "works", for that matter. Regardless, I think it's wicked funny. I know it's a lame-o "hey, dis funny comic" post, but Crazydeus always sasses me about running across hot stuffs on this here Web of World Wide-osity and not sharing. On the personal tip, which is nary a word muttered in this Haus O' Liveness, ...usually... I've been working a new job the past few weeks. I must say I, and my bevy of loyal debt collectors, are pretty damn amped about the idea of positive cash flow once again. It's quittin' time in the salt mines so further bulletins will be posted even if events don't warrant. Good morrow fine gents; and be sure to drink your Ovaltine.

I could just be bored on a Friday, but...

2004-07-24T01:21:20Z

For those of you who wish not to die with the should'a, could'a, would'as. For those who can still blink through the haze and throttle that singular beam of light. For those who sit as bored as I. Lez do dis.

Drop a line with something you dislike abou'cherself (if it makes the process easier, toss in a pro about you as well). Hell, if there's someone you know and think they speak "I Need It". Make an entry as proxy for them. Maybe we can get sued for mental anguish! We can turn this into a sobbing pile of group therapy. Maybe even make a party out of it and plan a couple trips to help alleviate the dysfunkshun.

(e.g.)I'll start.

- Not always considerate enough of others' feelings.
+ Kissably soft.

And: I'd like to visit Atlantic City.

The Jhurnell Reviveth

2004-07-20T22:12:56Z

It is nearing six months now. S'pose it's time to dust off the resevoir tip. In reality, Crazydeus made this hot little icon for my usage and I had to jab it up here. So. Enjoy. Send money.

Who knew?

2004-01-29T23:10:15Z

First Level of Hell - Limbo

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Charon ushers you across the river Acheron, and you find yourself upon the brink of grief's abysmal valley. You are in Limbo, a place of sorrow without torment. You encounter a seven-walled castle, and within those walls you find rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. These are the virtuous pagans, the great philosophers and authors, unbaptised children, and others unfit to enter the kingdom of heaven. You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle. There is no punishment here, and the atmosphere is peaceful, yet sad.

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eDyt: I'd imagine the table makes it easier to comprehend, eh? At least it's colorful; if not.

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

Putting down the bullshit for a minute.

2004-01-26T11:02:25Z

I received a phone call Saturday night about 1am. It was my littlest brother's voice inside the handset. "Mackie's dying." I dunno if I couldn't believe it, or if something deep within said "don't go home" but I tried to shrug it off and told him to call me back if he really did pass that night. He didn't. I went on as if everything was magically alright. I would come to learn that I was wrong. I was awoken this morning about 9am or so. It was my little sister. "Did you still want to go to breakfast today?" I didn't. Told her I still wanted to sleep. That I did. Called my parents' house this past afternoon to see how things were. A choked Father's voice answered. "Mackie passed away." He did. A crying Mother took over the conversation. She had stayed with him during his last hours as he fought bravely against that good night. I went home.

Heavy snow had obfuscated all the green during the few hours I spent there with my family. Laughing at whatever humour could be found on television and hugging each other when even the laughter died. I glanced outside at the now colorless backyard. Past that to the somber shed where I knew he lay. Frozen and stiff, but wrapped in a blanket and surrounded with a favorite item from each of us to keep him safe; I was assured. Pulled on my shoes and pushed off my facade. Slid open the backdoor and scrunched through the thickly lain snow. Drew back the shed entry and sat in front of the lost companion. Squelched my blubbering and placed my hands on his now emaciated body. Said my piece, breathed a goodbye, and covered him back up. I knew I couldn't stay. I wanted to. Wanted to hold his little body in my arms and let the snow fall until I was washed from perception with him. Now sleeping and awaiting his cremation so he may be with the rest of our lost family. Because it was him that passed before the sun rose. It really was... and I should have been there.

Four Hours of Nothing

2004-01-19T17:20:49Z

So I sez to the guy; I sez, "Well, mayhaps the dreidel wasn't meant to spin like that". Can you believe he wanted to kill me? I do. Apparently Uno's is the spot if you wanna plow into old friends and high school nemeses. Who knew? I didn't. Incarnating a parody of a cartoon character in a video game with like-minded individuals probably makes me a doof. Does it? Iunno.

But I undress. Damn. I thought crackin' away at this journal dealy would burn more of this empty time than it does. How do you kids do it?? Mebbeh I should get some free webspace and make a sight that I could constantly link to here in a most annoying fashion.

*hold mÜzak*

It can be viewed HERE, and also over there, and I bet you could find it here and h3rE and quite possibly ... yup.

1 mo' befo' midnight

2003-12-31T18:02:00Z

I'ma receptionist today. Was a computer guy last week. Probably be dead in a ditch next week.

Cardboard Cuts 'n' Gouged Knuckles

2003-12-17T23:47:32Z

I'm still amazed at my ability to unwittingly cause myself to bleed in an office type environment. I have learned today that women with two last names can create havoc when it comes to setting their corporate identities. Fucking pick one, would yah? In other news... Well, there really isn't any other news. I'm just stuck here while these last coupla reticent labtobs (Heh.) finish their business. And then? And then! And then a drive back to the couch and a smoke on the way. It's friggin' electric I tellz yah. Yowza!

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Oh. Not to point any fingers (ERIC & JAKE), but certain someones still have not done the apparently now mandatory Überlist.

Regards,
The Management