Law of Syllogism

if the spoilers in this post actually matter to you, please accept my apologies, and some valium.

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 21:12:00 GMT

OH MY GOD, JEEZ GUYS WHATEVER, DEATHLY HOLLOWS ROCKED.

I mean. Yeah, stuff happened that I would've liked not to, and stuff that I wanted to happen didn't, but I spent like half of the book laughing my (confused, sleep-deprived) ass off. $37 is totally worth that many "OH MAN WHAT DID _____ JUST SAY"s and shocked guffaws.

A little bit of watery-eyedness after certain deaths, I'll admit, and Harry's final journey into the woods kinda got to me, yanno? But mostly things were just really funny, possibly even in a way that suggests Rowling was trying to be funny. Gasp, shock.

But seriously:

The house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall, screaming and waving carving knives

THE END

SPOILER: Harry is secretly a unicorn!

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 03:27:23 GMT

My current method of dealing with Harry Potter spoilers is to pretty much believe anything. Even stuff that probably isn't true, or is heavily distorted. I want to breeze through the book when the time comes instead of working myself up over nothing, but I remember the last two releases*. For Order of the Phoenix I valiantly resisted all spoilers but it was like pure torture, and for Half-Blood Prince I read spoilers but refused to believe any of them, which just made me frustrated and anxious. But believing everything totally removes my ability to filter and process information in a logical fashion. It's the Luna Lovegood approach to fandom. I like it.

I guess I could read the first few chapters online if I really wanted to, but the midnight release is Second Christmas to me now. Yanno. LOGICALLY you know there's nothing really magical going on, and your presents are all nice things but just things and once you've got them it's... over. So really the best part is that anticipation, and the togetherness. If I could, I'd stretch the next four days out for four weeks.

* I did go to the Goblet of Fire release, but all of the spoilers I remember hearing for that wound up being total lies. Fandom was not the well-oiled machine it is now, dudes.

Just kill me now, already.

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 20:58:10 GMT

the cynic sect: the maddening thing about this
the cynic sect: is that the newscast
the cynic sect: is like not even a big deal
the cynic sect: and is barely even shown
the cynic sect: like it's all: over jorge's shoulder on in the background or you just hear it.
the cynic sect: or*
the cynic sect: but it has to be shot and editing
the cynic sect: edited
the cynic sect: augh
the cynic sect: so I can burn it to dvd
the cynic sect: and play it while we're filming the first scene.
the cynic sect: and we have to shoot most of the film in roughly chronological order
the cynic sect: because once somebody's shooting clothes get fake blood on them
the cynic sect: that's it, there's fake blood on them for the rest of the time we're shooting.
the cynic sect: you see my dillemma here.
Cogg453: i like ducks
Cogg453: and you already sound like the burnt out director

Our plan to avoid being arrested is Not Get Caught.

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 21:37:00 GMT

Re: yesterday's post and the zombie invasion in general, haha, I think the whole thing was awesome. I actually didn't know about it until I'd read a few people's posts, and like some other folks out there in LJ-land, a few of them had me going "aaaaahuhh!" a little bit, on the inside.

BUT: I sense the oncoming apocalypse three times a week or more. That is... not a joke. It's part of my social anxiety disorder. So reading posts by people who are all "gosh that is just not funny! I was really worried! Everyone should have made it clear they were joking, thereby ruining the actual joke!" does not inspire a lot of sympathy from me. WELCOME TO MY WORLD.

What it really makes me want to do is spin a moderately illegal modern-day recreation of the War of the Worlds radio broadcast, actually. Broadcast signal intrusion plus zombies. I'm trying to imagine how I would explain my incarceration to my fellow inmates shortly thereafter. If I interrupted the signal during the '08 presidential debates, you think I could argue it as political commentary?

Oh, my particular post about zombies was laughable mostly because I make reference to a "film crew," which implies both that the script is done enough for us to have started filming and also that this production will have anything approaching a "film crew." Lord almighty. I was watching the director's commentary for The Hills Have Eyes the other day, and Wes Craven was laughing about how he only had twelve people on his crew out in the desert. And that his budget was only $250,000. Suck my imaginary dick, Wes. At this rate my "film crew" is going to be sircharlie & I running in frantic circles next to the camera, a handful of talent that's never been sober in front of a camera before, and half a dozen people who think that we can forego practical effects for "editing."

I mean. I look upon each and every person thus far involved in the zombie movie with infinite affection, and I have faith in a lot of them to be both creative and surprisingly reliable, but if this gets off the ground it's going to be a bumpy ride. The most charitable pay-off will be brief YouTube fame, with a potential niche market in local teens who never got the chance to experience the magic of Letchworth*, since it's about to be renovated into condos.

Letchworth being a psychiatric facility open from the 1930's until 1996. It was a significant step up from hurling the mentally unstable in prisons, but like pretty much every other attempt at corralling society's unwanteds into one spot and paying people to look after them, it didn't work so hot. Because no one can accept that all of these places fostered abuse and neglect, locals have a tendency to greatly exaggerate and severely distort the real problems. Letchworth is swamped in mismatched urban legends and unfounded superstition... Which pretty much makes it the most awesome thing ever for bored kids looking to scare the pants off themselves. Literally.

Dormitories are constructed with one main antechamber, bathrooms and a small kitchen, and three sets of dorm rooms, each with about sixteen beds. The beds and mattresses are all still there, and the lockers and mirrors, and some of the hand-made decorations.

The building right off Secor Road has administration offices, what looks like single-occupancy dorms (for staff members, I guess), and are outfitted for basic medical and dental care in the basement.

Say hello to the Synagogue! The facility also has a Christian church, but it's very out in the open so I haven't been in yet. Also, yanno. Don't wanna burst into flame.

These are of two different administration buildings, set farther towards the golf course that took over a significant amount of the farmland that was once part of the property. It was also shot about a week later.

Another administration building and the powerhouse, plus several workshops. Set farther back into the woods, and closer to the Hudson Valley DDSO, which is why Jorge-- my co-producer and convenient scapegoat-- was the only other person along. Shot last Sunday.

Hello, Dave! indeed. Also at Letchworth: a lot of porn and graffiti about 420, poorly-rendered pentagrams, someone misspelling the word "retarded," and a lot of things about death.

Oh, and kittens!

swore never to use fucking camera phones, bt dsprate times

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 21:21:20 GMT

COVER THEIR MOUTHS W/ ANYTHING ON HAND

NOT SURE IF COUGHING BLOOD SPREADS IT BUT IS SLIPPED IN A POOL MY FUCKING SCRIPTWRITER LEFT AND IT WAS NASTY

GOD HE'S BANGING ARO)UND IN THE LITTLE CHAIR HIS GIRLFIEND TIED HIM TO

HOW THE UFCK DOES OUR FILMING LOCATION GET WRIELESS?

got a wig for his wig; got a brain for his heart-- he'll kick you apart, he'll kick you apart!

Sun, 13 May 2007 18:45:20 GMT

I am probably the last person on the planet to actually watch this, but it is so awesome I cannot stop playing it over and over again. ATE OPPONENTS BRAINS, AND INVENTED COCAINE. That's lyrical genius, right there. God bless you, Brad Neely.

Some of you may vaguely recall my last trip through Camp Bluefields about a year ago. It's a shooting range that was built during World War I but was abandoned after three years, because whoever designed it? Was retarded, and all the soldiers had to shoot directly into the sun during sunset, so they kept overshooting and bullets were landing in Grand View (the hamlet between Nyack and Piermont along the Hudson). Anyway, now it's primarily a right of passage for kids living in Central Nyack, and the place is covered in graffiti and fake Satanic symbols. Awesome.

So naturally it's the perfect filming location for a zombie short. We're actually working on a script, which is more progress than I've ever made before on my dream of actually making a zombie movie, so I took my partners in crime up a week or two ago to get a feel for the place.

Actually, Zim (long-haired chap on the right) was the one who took us up-- I had told Jorge about the tunnels, and then Zim had told Jorge about "the Nike airbase" that he had been to one time when he was drunk. I've been to the Nike airbase, it's boring, so I was like, "I think we're talking about the same thing, but fine: lead the way." And he did know a shorter way of getting there, which almost redeemed him in my eyes. But he spent the whole car ride yapping about Satanic rituals. Whatever, I love Rocklanders.

Jorge takes life very seriously sometimes.

Tunnel entrance from above.

Between the tunnel that goes all the way through and the collapsed tunnel.

North Tweed.

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 21:33:02 GMT

I am going to be twenty this Saturday! I'm healthier and harder working than I was a year ago, but also a lot less interesting. I'm beginning to accept that no one will ever be as impressed with me as I want them to be.

Here's a poem.

"Report on Human Beings," Michael Goldman

You know about desks and noses,
proteins, mortgages, orchestras,
nationalities, contraceptives;
you have your own ruins and records,
but they won't tell ou
what we were like.

We were distinguished
by our interest in scenery;
we could look at things for hours
without using them or breaking them-
and there was a touch of desperation, not to be found
in any other animal,
in the looks of love we directed
at our children.

We were treacherous of course.
Like anything here-
winds, dogs, the sun-
we could turn against you unexpectedly,
we could let you down.
But what was remarkable about us
and which you will not believe
is that we alone,
with the exception of a few pets
who probably learned it from us,
when betrayed
were frequently suprised.

We were one of a million species
who continually cried out
or silently wept with pain.
I am proud that we alone resented
taking part in the chorus.

Yes, some of us
liked to cause pain.
Yes, most of us
sometimes
liked to cause pain,
but I am proud that most of us
were ashamed
afterward.

Our love of poetry would have amused you;
we were so proud of language
we thought we invented it
(and thus failed to notice
the speech of animals,
the birds' repeated warnings,
the whispered intelligence
of mutant cells).

We did invent boredom,
a fruitful state.
It hid the size of our desires.
We were spared many murders,
may religions
because we could say "I'm bored."
A kind of clarity
came when we said it
and we could go to Paris or the movies,
give useful parties, master languages,
rather than sink our teeth in our lover's throat
and shake till things felt right again.

Out of the same pulsing world
you know,
out of gases, whorls,
fronds, fellers, jellies,
we devised hard edges,
strings of infinate tension stretched
to guide us.
The mind's pure snowflake
was on our map.
Lines, angles, outlines
not to be found in rocks or seas
or living matter
or in the holes of space,
how strange these shapes must look to you,
at odds with everything,
uncanny, broken from the flow,
I think they must be for you
what we call art.

What was most wonderful about us
was our kindness
but of this it is impossible to speak.
Only someone who knows our cruelty,
who knows the fears we always lived with,
fear of inside and outside, smooth and rough,
soft and hard, wet and dry, touch and no touch,
only someone who understands the great place we built
on the axis of time
out of fear and cruelty and called history,
only those who have lived in anger
of a great modern city,
who saw the traffic in the morning
and the police at night
can know how heartbreaking
our kindness was.

Let me put it this way.
One of us said, "I think
our life is not as good
as the mind warrants,"
another, "It is hard
to be alone and alive at the same time."
To understand these statements
you would have to be human.

Our destruction as a species
was accidental.
Characteristically
we blamed it on ourselves,
which neither the eagle
nor the dinosaur would do.

Look closely around you,
study your instruments,
scan the night sky.
We were alient.
Nothing in the universe
resembles us.

---

Oh, and I got accepted at SVA for the Fall Semester, so I can friggin' finally get back to the city. I didn't earn any merit scholarships this time, though... There's a Restoration Hardware a few blocks from the dorm I'm hoping to stay in, christ willing I can, I dunno, transfer from my store to theirs.

Or money could just appear in my pockets. That'd work for me, too.

Hot air balloons, part II

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 19:52:37 GMT

Haha, on our final run only two really made it up into the air, and only the one I filmed made it up high enough that we never saw it again. Mine and one other guy's managed to sort of... get up to the tree-line, but then kinda dejectedly floated back down, and inevitably tore up when we tried to rescue them from the wind. Sigh.

At least mine didn't start smoking.

Re: 300

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 04:24:15 GMT

I'M JUST SAYIN'.

If we weren't so bad at it, I'd have suggested doing it every day.

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 03:58:04 GMT

I was aiming for "blithe and cavalier," but thanks.

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:41:51 GMT

I totally gave up going into the city with Jamaal & Cedric today so I could paint, but as soon as I came to a decision about it all my tentative inspiration left me. So instead I finished some of the fanart that's been sitting around on my hard drive for a few months.

People keep talking about how sad they're gonna be when Deathly Hallows comes out this summer. That the fandom will be irrevocably changed, that huge amounts of fanfiction will become solidly AU, that future fanfiction may even be hobbled by any loose-end-tying Rowling does in her epilogue (if she has an epilogue-- my theory as it stands thus far is that killing Voldemort won't be the climactic event, but rather having to stop Snape from filling the abrupt power vacuum, and then because Harry's not specifically equipped by fate to kill Snape? he dies, and that's the end).

But for serious, I just want this series to be done with. I feel like it's a measuring stick for my adolescent development, and I'm going to be twenty in a month for god's sake, so I need it to wrap up already. Jeez.

Meanwhile, I took that "Everything" quiz that's been going around? And it told me I'm a working class Socialist, and an emotionally-dependent extrovert. Um, okay.

Remember when I used to only draw fanart? Haha, man. Maybe when I stop caring about school again.

Thu, 08 Mar 2007 17:58:24 GMT

Funny story about the model below: between sets, he had a hysterically in-depth conversation on his cell about STDs, and whether or not men are susceptible to the same ones females are, and whether so-and-so has STDs but hasn't realized it yet. While, like, naked in a room full of strangers. It takes a very special kind of personality to model at community colleges, guys.

Although I am relating this anecdote to the vastness of the Internet via LiveJournal, so who am I to judge.

Look at me learning to suck less at painting! The problem with learning to draw the human form accurately-- and I can claim to do that with a reasonably straight face now-- is that trying to render it in a medium you suck at will... kind of make you want to stab your own eyes out. Apparently. In my experience.

The next pose won't involve geometric shapes, which is good, because models don't actually interact very realistically with the art department's giant white blocks. The conspicuous rectangle hiding Raphael's nether regions from view really was there, I did not spontaneously develop a sense of propriety or something.

Mousedrawn photoshop assignment for my Digital Art & Design class. I learned a lot of stuff about Adobe Illustrator, so that was awesome, but now we've moved on to photoshop and the only new thing I've learned is a shortcut for making pre-existing lines level.

Charcoal figure drawing from the end of my second semester at Pratt.

This was my drawing final for my second semester at Pratt. I posted it before but you could hardly see half of it 'cause of my half-assed lighting. I re-photographed it recently for my SVA application portfolio, so here it is again.

I cruised through the '07 Armory Show a few weekends ago, but first I had to wait in line for an hour. The point of the show is for the exhibiting galleries to get as much exposure for their artists as possible, but that knowledge did nothing to soothe my burning hatred for most of the people there. I was all, "if you are not an artist or someone looking to actually buy some of this very expensive art, GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT LEEEAAAAAVE." Then I chewed on my sleeve and frothed at the mouth for a while.

I am a bitter art student, awesome, who knew.

Anyway, instead of killing folks I drew them while they weren't looking.

Speaking of the Armory Show, I took some hasty video clips to prove I was there to my Contemporary Art in New York prof, which you can take a gander at here. There was some okay stuff, and a lot of unimpressive stuff, and a few things that really were just hysterically bad. The best I saw was Martha Colburn's animated short, Destiny Manifesto, and Wim Botha's Generic self-portrait as an inflammatory word, which is much cooler in person. The worst I have strategically blocked from my conscious mind.

Augh, I have sculpture class in like an hour, why. It's a good thing I get along with all of the other students, because I'm beginning to suspect that the prof wishes I would die, or at least stop coming to class. IT MUST BE MY CHARMING PERSONALITY.

You should hear the groans when I try to have any fun in my academic classes, though.

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 00:04:42 GMT

Girls are cute. The real one is in my Art in New York class and wants absolutely nothing to do with my shenanigans.

Paul and Jamaal never shut up, which unfortunately is one of the few highlights of our Art in New York class. Aside from cute girls.

Another sketch page from Art in New York. Chris-- funny headband guy-- gets a break from my exuberance in this class, but when we're in Digital Art & Design together he has to manfully bear my enthusiasm. It's his fault for admitting he's a glass-blower.

The woman was a scatter-brained abstract painter who guest lectured for us. I think I may be the only person in the class who actually took anything resembling notes.

Jorge and some other guy, both in my sculpture class. My sculpture class is HARD. I am very rarely the least competent person in a classroom setting-- at least since I stopped having to take math, anyway-- so this is a very humbling experience.

Aw yeah, geometric shapes. Those of you who don't paint will scoff at this, but those of you who do and still remember what it was like to struggle at the beginning-- I can still count on my hands the number of times I've used wet mediums to any level of success-- will sympathize. A year ago I doubt I would have been able to paint those blocks this accurately, so that's a nice feeling.

Hahaha WINNAR.

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 23:19:44 GMT

View Poll: #929552

Finger-pointing rapidly becomes hilarious.

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 17:10:02 GMT

In honor of scrambling out of a period of self-pity and confused outrage, and also not having to go to Spanish class because of snow, and also-- oh yeah-- Valentine's Day, I am making an Awesome List of Things That Are Awesome post today. The only theme is Things That Are Awesome, which will hopefully make y'all feel awesome, or more awesome, depending on how your day is going. Please feel free to share Awesome Things of your own with me.

Exciting Destinations!
Liliane, Bi-Dyke. I cannot explain in words how comforting this comic is to me. Leanne Franson is my hero.
The New York Neo-Futurists. This is the kinder, friendlier, more fun version of futurism's fascist roots.
Stupid Porn. What it sounds like.
Hel Looks, featuring hysterically earnest Finnish hipsters.
The Box O' Truth. This man shoots things to find out what will happen.
The Gallery of Regrettable Food, making me appreciate toaster waffles every blessed day.
The Transexual Man! This is not-a-joke porn. But it is AWESOME. Buck is not necessarily my hero but he does have my undying affection and respect.

Right-click & Save
Blue Oyster Cult - I'm Burning For You.mp3, Oingo Boingo - Wild Sex (In The Working Class).mp3, Scissor Sisters - I Can't Decide.mp3, Willie Nelson - Cowboys Are Secretly, Frequently (Fond of Each Other).mp3, Hedwig & The Angry Inch - The Origin of Love.mp3

not featured: the people who stripped naked once it got warm out.

Sun, 28 Jan 2007 22:34:11 GMT

There were a lot of people there. A lot. So many that the designated marching route failed, because after ten minutes of inching along at snail pace the protesters simply ignored the barricades and took over both sides of the street.

There were washed-out hippies and dried-up veterans, and vets of both Afghanistan and Iraq. There were Republicans, and members of the Green Party, and the usual Socialist turn-out. There were pro-Life Catholics and gay pride groups. Mothers with babies in strollers and people pushing the elderly in wheelchairs. There were children who had lost parents, and parents who had lost children, to the 3,000 and rising.

Not that Congress is likely to pay much attention. Not that I was particularly surprised when the whole thing was relegated to page 21 of the New York Times. And, y'know, not that Bush took much notice of us at all, if any, even though he was in DC at the time. But we were there, over a hundred thousand of us, and that's gotta count for something.

Eighteen hours of bus rides and yelling. I AM SO EXCITED.

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 18:33:15 GMT

Is anyone else going to DC tomorrow? Sarah and I are going down with 96 other people on two buses arranged for by the Fellowship of Reconciliation, but they have 7 open slots so if anyone in the Rockland area can make it to Spring Valley by 5:30 AM tomorrow morning with $45, you would be welcomed heartily into the bosom of our giant aging-hippie lovefest.

I kind of wish that was an exaggeration, but aside from the two twittering 11-year-olds tagging along with their mom, everyone coming with us clearly remembers the Vietnam War. Not that remembering Vietnam isn't important, it is, we do have to learn from history, but Iraq is not Vietnam and continually comparing the two might be hurting our argument. I don't think I'm ever going to actually bring that up to any of them, though, because it is possible that they might kill me. So, anyway, Sarah and I are going to rock out with old folks tomorrow. Hopefully none of them will break a hip while we're marching.

View Poll: #914563

If John Edwards admits to being gay, he can join, too.

Sun, 21 Jan 2007 18:03:13 GMT

Current potential Democratic Presidential Candidates: a black dude, a lady, and a Mexican guy. And Dennis Kucinich.

... Here's hoping they can transform into a giant conglomerate robot in time for the primaries!

pardon me if I dribble on you.

Fri, 05 Jan 2007 05:23:17 GMT

My family all spontaneously had a cold together, and now that they're on the mend I'm coming down with it. Orange juice, how could you fail me? If someone on my flist wanted to, like, make chicken soup, and videotape themselves eating the chicken soup, and then upload that video to YouTube, thus allowing me to absorb the healing powers of chicken soup through the vastness of space and time and also logic, it would be much appreciated. Ka-choo.

Lest you think that sickness has rendered me totally boring and self-centered (or more so than usual, I guess), hey, who remembers that meme I so ill-advisedly took part in... some weeks before Halloween? Like, three months ago. Jeez. Well. I'M FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO IT. Sorry about the humongous wait, fordanglia! If you could see the two aborted attempts at drawing knitted!Jesus that came before this, you would understand a fraction of my torment. I don't even really remember why knitted Jesus seemed like such a good idea in the first place. My head is full of goo.

I still have your address floating around somewhere, so I'll be sending the physically tangible version + your retarded gloves up to Saskatchewan shortly! inevitable_doom, la_fono, monklike and kimonkey7, keep your peepers peeled in the next few weeks.

For vicxntric's monster of a trilogy.

Dexter doodle.

Supernatural has the great honor of being up there with shows like Battlestar Galactica, Firefly and Veronica Mars-- programming that 90% of my flist and social circle love to death but that I just plain don't... get. I've seen parts of a few episodes and even though every little bit of the premise sounds awesome to me, Supernatural just reads like Buffy the Vampire Slayer + guns + very pretty men. If anyone can think of an episode that they just KNOW would TOTALLY win me over, lemme know and I'll keep an eye out for it.

That said, I do fully accept that Jensen or Janson or whoever who plays the part of Dean Winchester is hella fun to draw.

$25 for an 18x24 portrait from a photograph. You get what you pay for. I am kind of bitter about this since I know for a fact that other people draw shittier, smaller things for $40+, but the girl who requested it was tiny and Asian, and I'm kind of hoping she sleeps with a buddy of mine, who desperately needs to get laid. Pal in Question, if you're reading this: man, do not even deny it.

Or in this case, you get what you don't pay for? I drew a couple of these for my TV Production prof, whom I got along aces with and he's promised me a letter of recommendation when I finally get around to applying at SVA. So it's all good.

Auhg, my cold is making my blood-pressure sky-rocket, which means of course that my ears are making funny noises now. Of COURSE.

Sitting unobtrusively with my grandmother, but while reading about zombies.

Thu, 28 Dec 2006 03:12:07 GMT

Hello from Cleveland, which is, you know, the third level of Hell or something like that, but I stumbled across this den of glass-blowers and now I TOTALLY WANT TO HANG OUT WITH (drunken) GLASS-BLOWERS ALL OF THE TIME. Seriously, glass-blowing, it's awesome.

Meanwhile, my camera is busted. It happened while I was trying to photograph the entire corpse of a dead pig, which it has managed before, so I can't begin to image what it was objecting to. Maybe the fact that it is, like, four years old and has lived through many of my more rambunctious adventures. My Christmas present-- a new phone to replace my pre-LCD-screen Motorola circa 2001-- boasts a "camera" as one of its many astounding features, but camera phones are a disgrace to human achievement and I refuse to use it. So now I'm in the market for a new digital camera. Uh, any recommendations?

Six hour inhale-paint-fumes and listen-to-Christmas-music marathon at work.

Mon, 25 Dec 2006 04:14:35 GMT

I have an extra $100 (theoretically) in my pocket, courtesy of the community college art department, which actually gives us money in return for the drawings they steal and ship up to Albany. Also I still have a job, which wasn't something I was planning on. So a few of you are getting some unexpected Christmas presents! The joy of giving is much more concrete when I've actually earned the money I'm buying things with, hazards of retail aside.

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Nothing says holiday cheer like an extra dose of Communism! Right-click & save, comrades.

Mon, 18 Dec 2006 23:47:04 GMT

Elvis Presley - Blue Christmas.mp3
Sometimes I get Elvis's backstory mixed up with Jesus's. True story.

Blackmore's Night - Ma-O-Tzur.mp3
Dear Salvation Army Saxophone Man Who Plays Outside the Store I Work At: Here is a song you can play when you see a group of Hasidics that isn't "Hava Nagilah." THANKS.

Judy Garland - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.mp3
Make the yuletide gay, indeed.

Frank Sinatra & Bing Crosby - Santa Claus is Coming to Town.mp3.
Awwwww, Sinatra.

Pet Shop Boys - It Doesn't Often Snow at Christmas.mp3
"Man, Christmas is lame-- good thing I'm boning another man, or this'd be a total waste of a holiday!"

John Legend - O Holy Night.wma
I am not crazy about John Legend, but it is hard to find a version of "O Holy Night" that I dislike.

Fall Out Boy - What's This.mp3
There are a grand total of two Fall Out Boy songs that don't make me want to rip people's throats out, and this cover of "What's This?" from the Nightmare Before Christmas bonus soundtrack is one of 'em.

Acceptance - So This is Christmas.mp3
Haha, haha, good idea, fellas, let's use those innocuous Christmas songs to further our left-wing agenda!

Whirling Dervishes - You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.mp3
This song has been sitting on my hard drive since July, waiting for Christmas so I could share it with y'all. Enjoy, bitches.

Also all my last-minute Christmas shopping is done before the actual last minute. Sweet.

Fri, 15 Dec 2006 20:35:45 GMT

My biggest investment of time this semester, aside from a ramblingly pretentious essay about totalitarianism and a TV pro production that ending up sucking really badly, although it wasn't my fault and we all had a good time and I am gonna miss my TV pro class so bad, I love those jerks. Uh, where was I? Oh right-- my Illustration project about gay lovers killing each other! God, I hope one of the moms from that class doesn't, like, call the cops on me or something.

Poor Sarah complained that the "plot" didn't make sense on a psychological level, but Sarah is a psych major and shouldn't be allowed to inflict some of the things she has learned through both school work and unfortunate first-hand experience on the general populace. That said, she was moderately satisfied by the half-baked backstory that developed independently of the actual assignment, wherein the gun belongs to Man With a Beard's wife, and Man Without a Beard accidentally shoots her during a scuffle taking place some minutes before Man With a Beard returns home.

One of the kids in my class noticed that they kind of look like Dante and Randal. God dammit, Kevin Smith.

Aaaaand here's some naked people again. Less than there would be, but my drawing prof made off with three or four of my best drawings from the semester. I'm sure I'll get them back sooner or later.

In other news, I don't know why y'all seem so wigged out about this new LJ Post interface. I actually like it better, it feels cleaner. And in other other news, New Jersey, you are awesome because you have okay'd civil unions, but you do know what this whole straight-folk mentality about marriage is starting to come off as, right? "Get out of our sandbox, faggots!" You are the very picture of maturity, thank you.

And in other other other news, holy crap, why have I not been watching Dexter all along.

"Suprematist composition, not supremacist composition." "White on white?" "... I got nothin."

Sat, 02 Dec 2006 03:20:20 GMT

Reading Futurist manifestos has me all fired up, now.

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 01:26:03 GMT

ZAUM!