tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7629922493185820652024-02-19T04:00:16.878-08:00Timothy ZeroA blog about nostalgia, forgotten toys, forgotten movies, music, daily life, interviews and anything else that needs to be talked about!timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-29376527334261659942024-02-12T20:01:00.000-08:002024-02-12T20:01:40.303-08:00sweet georgia brownA member of the Washington Generals makes a yearly average of 122,972.00 to lose every game to the Harlem Globetrotters. timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-89151352475836838282023-12-19T18:02:00.000-08:002023-12-19T18:02:00.618-08:00What's a boy to do.<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> I do believe that the blog has gone the way of the pager. But there are people out there who still post on their blogs daily. I used to think that they did it for others, but now I know that they do it for themselves. Maybe I should return to this blog that I loved so much. I don't think anyone looks at it anymore. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Who knows. Maybe someone still does. </span></p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I have three writing projects that will hopefully see the light of day early next year. I can't talk about them much, so I've given them code names whenever I talk about them on social media. </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">1. Project Ice Song</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">2. Project Star rot</span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">3. Project Don Henley </span></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I'll <a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer;" tabindex="-1"></a>keep you posted.</span></div></div>timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-41419601550038489332023-07-14T15:31:00.001-07:002023-07-14T15:31:19.384-07:00werewolf poem?<p> I was six and happened upon a book that taught you a spell that would turn you into a werewolf. I read the spell and was scared that I would say in my sleep, turn into a werewolf and kill my family. For a month, I checked my sheets every morning for blood or dirt.</p><p>Spirits from the deep</p><p>Who never sleep,</p><p>Be kind to me.</p><p><br /></p><p>“Spirits from the grave</p><p>Without a soul to save,</p><p>Be kind to me.</p><p><br /></p><p>“Spirits of the trees</p><p>That grow upon the leas,</p><p>Be kind to me.</p><p><br /></p><p>“Spirits of the air,</p><p>Foul and black, not fair,</p><p>Be kind to me.</p><p><br /></p><p>“Water spirits hateful,</p><p>To ships and bathers fateful,</p><p>Be kind to me.</p><p><br /></p><p>“Spirits of earthbound dead</p><p>That glide with noiseless tread,</p><p>Be kind to me.</p><p><br /></p><p>“Spirits of heat and fire,</p><p>Destructive in your ire,</p><p>Be kind to me.</p><p><br /></p><p>“Spirits of cold and ice,</p><p>Patrons of crime and vice,</p><p>Be kind to me.</p><p><br /></p><p>“Wolves, vampires, satyrs, ghosts!</p><p>Elect of all the devilish hosts!</p><p>I pray you send hither,</p><p>Send hither, send hither,</p><p>The great grey shape that makes men shiver!</p><p>Shiver, shiver, shiver!</p><p>Come! Come! Come!”</p>timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-74265054671076128312021-10-27T14:05:00.000-07:002021-10-27T14:05:25.919-07:00 Any ordinary man.<p><br /></p><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: 11px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: 11px;">I've been stagnant for so long and I have been in self-pity mode for long enough. I am going to start writing poetry again. Be it bad or good. I am going to start writing again. Who knows...it might even make me a little bit more stable.</span>timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-13140044554127089512021-09-05T12:01:00.003-07:002021-09-05T12:01:26.739-07:00Voices<p> <span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: 11px;">Voices</span></p><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: 11px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: 11px;">You know that ringing sound that you will perceive when you are in a very quiet area? Some people say this is an auditory illusion brought about by the ear’s inability to detect frequencies below the threshold of the human senses. This is completely wrong. That ringing covers up something else altogether. If you are quick, patient, and maybe a little lucky, you will be able to hear past the ringing. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice, you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are saying. You will hear things of the past, the present, and the future. However, you must be careful. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: 11px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: 11px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: 11px;">And when you start noticing them, they will start noticing you.</span>timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-42009991818149798422021-06-18T20:55:00.004-07:002021-06-18T20:55:54.908-07:00I aint ridin on no plane Hannibal!
I had a dream a while back that I was in this house in florida, like a plantation type of thing. It was at night and the house began being attacked by hatian (sic) zombies. Somehow they arrived in the states and were looking for anything living to kill. Not to eat or anything like that. Just to kill the living.
I go down to the cellar where I found all of these samurai weapons, they were all up on a wall for display. There were hachiwaris, sutes, katanas, wakizashis...and a buttload of other sword type weapons.
I started to feel defeated as I was pulling all of the weapons down off the wall, getting them ready for the zombies, that were at the door tearing at the wood trying to get in. But then I felt relieved when I remembered that Mr. T was with me, so I turned around to him and said.
"Hey, You need any weapons? I think I got enough."
He was donned in his usual later season A-Team atire (Loads of gold) I looked down at his waist where a pair of silver plated Colt single action revolvers were setting. He pulled them out, gave them a few fancy spins, and spoke.
"Nah! All I need is these."
He then shot one the guns, causing blue smoke to come rolling out the barrel. I thought to myself..."Ok I got lots of sharp objects, and Mr. T has two six shooters that shoot out blue smoke, and not even in a dangerous way. I am sooo dead!"
Then the dream shifted to me being chased by my dad with a softball trophy down the freeway.
Then I woke up.timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-33235636410464868882021-06-07T19:46:00.001-07:002021-06-07T19:46:24.231-07:00I listen to broadcast every day at work. Whether it's whole album or just a couple songs. I make it a habit that I listen to them on the daily.
And so should you!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Pf77dTjy5XJZfVlszoNTQnEMliHF2h8MhmH3daydKLI8DQ_NX8bQBZWYdbhlNKA7cvVbJBMKDkCQGdJD4vwuNRUR2yk5j_DCeu7_OJA1OMMvj1jlRth7vtnMvV-aDY316uQ7QriDnCJS/s259/images+%25282%2529.jpe" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Pf77dTjy5XJZfVlszoNTQnEMliHF2h8MhmH3daydKLI8DQ_NX8bQBZWYdbhlNKA7cvVbJBMKDkCQGdJD4vwuNRUR2yk5j_DCeu7_OJA1OMMvj1jlRth7vtnMvV-aDY316uQ7QriDnCJS/s320/images+%25282%2529.jpe"/></a></div>
I don't know which is more gratifying. Instantly falling for a band or a song, or at first not really getting the vibe of a band but then eventually falling in love with every aspect of a band Trish Keenan's haunting vocals and ego cracking, surreal lyrics, who was a firm believer in not letting the writer get in the way of a song. and the songs that they give to us.
They have a southern California psyche rock band with a French dream pop vibe, via a cult commune that is trying to transfer a 30 gigaton psychic bomb into the heart of the moon so as to awaken a slumbering space grub that will hungrily feed on our planet like a caterpillar to a leaf kind of vibe. Or maybe they're just into putting magic horns into marble statutes and bringing them to life. It's got to be one of those two. All circles vanish, ascension is near.
timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-92068267974425259002021-01-02T11:32:00.000-08:002021-01-02T11:32:17.727-08:00Mar Veeks interview!<p><span style="color: red;">In 2010 film Beyond the black rainbow, quietly made its way across the web with its mind-bending esoteric trailer. Written and directed by a virtual unknown at the time, Panos Cosmatos son of director George Cosmatosis (Leviathan, Rambo 2, Tombstone and Unknown Origin) and Birgitta Ljungberg-Cosmatos, a Swedish sculptor with a hard lean to avant-garde and surrealism. Birgitta and was a big inspiration on Panos giving him his cinematic eye for surreal.</span><span style="color: red;"> Beyond the black rainbow is equal parts of its creator's mind-body, and soul. Panos almost single-handedly funded his first opus with </span><span style="color: red;">royalties from his father's film Tombstone which Panos worked on as a camera operator.</span> </p><p><span style="color: red;">This film crept under the radar of most movie lovers with a film that would sear itself through our amygdala into the pineal gland of all that saw it. The deliberate slow pace, the gorgeous visuals, and set design, the storytelling and the actors who exceeded all expectations, and the sonically inebriating music of the film scored by Jeremy Schmidt aka Sinoia Caves who is part of another band that one should listen to, Black Mountain. </span><span style="color: red;">Be warned though, watching this film could make you fail a drug test! </span></p><p><span style="color: red;">And the next person that I had the privilege to talk to was as affected by this film as I was.</span></p><p><span style="color: red;"> </span></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Can you tell me your name and a little bit about yourself and where you are from?</span></span></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hi there! My name is Mar Veeks and I am twenty-two years old. I am a huge fan of filmmaking, animals, and all things horror! I am from Maine, which is great because I love the woods and most of this state is covered with woods. There is not a huge film scene here, though. </span></span></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcgHDKA3nROgBJ5TeaG0VrzXaGfG-wzRX7GIv-tDokLbc-19yhiws6ytPr5SyZInb8T5Ot4jBlqSMvBpu8J-hJVvpIxyZ0WjfV-g_FrNyZVNQtlv1yiwpjzUrRAjMI31iDbl03wOUc2Dp/s1240/IMG_5587.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1240" data-original-width="749" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcgHDKA3nROgBJ5TeaG0VrzXaGfG-wzRX7GIv-tDokLbc-19yhiws6ytPr5SyZInb8T5Ot4jBlqSMvBpu8J-hJVvpIxyZ0WjfV-g_FrNyZVNQtlv1yiwpjzUrRAjMI31iDbl03wOUc2Dp/s320/IMG_5587.jpeg" /></a></span></div><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p></p><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Have you lived there all your life?</span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I have lived in Maine all of my life, but someday I want to move even more north where there is only cold winter and endless woods. </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">What got you into making horror-themed masks? What is the attraction for you? </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I started making horror-themed masks when I was twelve as a way to cope with my negative self-perception and scary psychosis symptoms. I found that transforming myself into something that was creepy or supernatural or odd helped me process emotions and experiences better. Building my own “face” gave me a really unique sense of control over the more difficult things in my early life. As a kid I would run around my school wearing the masks I’d make and it helped me gain confidence. My first mask was an albino werewolf, but it just kept getting progressively more grotesque from there!</span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOLHTwiO4A-TF1oG3wkFvasYPfJJlLSv1x0bkfvxyohmxfUZ3pH6lGi3qFIFEr_pyF_DEQEWfoMp6YftJ8DH19ij_nHYMBJVjdeWf47ys1D3zABx4ARx_7Z-8v4lqKrVDxXp4bWh_-Nwt/s1800/CBDD6C52-F4E1-4D9D-8EE5-68A62B044428.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOLHTwiO4A-TF1oG3wkFvasYPfJJlLSv1x0bkfvxyohmxfUZ3pH6lGi3qFIFEr_pyF_DEQEWfoMp6YftJ8DH19ij_nHYMBJVjdeWf47ys1D3zABx4ARx_7Z-8v4lqKrVDxXp4bWh_-Nwt/s320/CBDD6C52-F4E1-4D9D-8EE5-68A62B044428.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RwM4d-04JtMvvOxWxKM5kslGlcrBRU1VJ3jpco9dZOVqQijksEx8TP0kwKxeIm5gdFc3OVMcykxcBmD4M8cqAlrVQYHQ1Ca6hzoFZ6FiCFNwRGpOjO-l-mn7cii7gXuZrdmP2ssINKEK/s2048/45F6679B-B134-478B-8010-DB2A06BA1F30.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RwM4d-04JtMvvOxWxKM5kslGlcrBRU1VJ3jpco9dZOVqQijksEx8TP0kwKxeIm5gdFc3OVMcykxcBmD4M8cqAlrVQYHQ1Ca6hzoFZ6FiCFNwRGpOjO-l-mn7cii7gXuZrdmP2ssINKEK/s320/45F6679B-B134-478B-8010-DB2A06BA1F30.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0xk0iuEtPq7WLU6TUhM5jgBKxPApBPOgcT1jTu6ND7WoLSoE03SClnn0DMn7qyMBalwSYYdZJgtoNh2TecWFDK8gba1AAT2eblXvUfTnp0KA4pItz2cAl8aMZiOInkAPrNV-PinpOhEe/s1800/F7551896-84BB-488C-957A-AFEB43ABFC63.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0xk0iuEtPq7WLU6TUhM5jgBKxPApBPOgcT1jTu6ND7WoLSoE03SClnn0DMn7qyMBalwSYYdZJgtoNh2TecWFDK8gba1AAT2eblXvUfTnp0KA4pItz2cAl8aMZiOInkAPrNV-PinpOhEe/s320/F7551896-84BB-488C-957A-AFEB43ABFC63.jpeg" /></a></div><br /> </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">So when did you discover this film and how? The film was on the cusp of the closing of brick and mortar video stores. Were you able to find it around that time? </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I first saw “Beyond The Black Rainbow” last year (2019) in November after having first watched Mandy in October. I had heard of Mandy’s success from film circles before, but I had not once heard of BTBR. When my film-school girlfriend showed me Mandy for the first time, I absolutely fell in love with Panos Cosmatos’ dark ethereal storytelling. The film moved and enchanted me like nothing else ever had. After that, she was really excited to share Black Rainbow with me. At first, she was worried I wouldn’t like it as much as I liked Mandy, but oh boy she was very wrong! If only I had been more sentient back in 2010 when BTBR came out, I’m sure I would’ve loved it then, too. At that time, my favorite film was Wes Craven’s classic 80s hit “A Nightmare on Elm Street.”</span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqsGvU97qjetgcPbSfMMLB7DJHDP7sPFFreW6Tz-xZeUpI4Gvm_OR4p2dWp9We0rLseGQ6meYe32vBm4yvQ3A0Xrs2RAFUmsIcUU__0KWPNiLnCKm0eMibp5p9gmhGd2Wfa5UcgaUnHPJ/s1800/31DAC48C-9CB2-49A2-93A0-B25BB866DF4D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJqsGvU97qjetgcPbSfMMLB7DJHDP7sPFFreW6Tz-xZeUpI4Gvm_OR4p2dWp9We0rLseGQ6meYe32vBm4yvQ3A0Xrs2RAFUmsIcUU__0KWPNiLnCKm0eMibp5p9gmhGd2Wfa5UcgaUnHPJ/s320/31DAC48C-9CB2-49A2-93A0-B25BB866DF4D.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">What was your first impression of the film? Was it love at first sight?</span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">My first impression of Black Rainbow was that it felt like a near-death experience. My entire body was cold as if I was physically sitting outside on a chilly night in the fall. I felt a deep, distant sadness that welled up within me and sent me into a strange melancholy trance. It was like Elena’s grief and Barry’s psychosis were tangible tendrils that latched onto me and would never let go. When Elena was able to escape the seemingly inescapable darkness that was coming after her, it was like I could suddenly feel warm again. With the ambiguity of Elena’s future at the end of the film, I felt deeply inspired to help her find warmth again, as well. The moment the credits rolled I knew that I was in love with this movie. </p><p style="color: red; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QvXSY_4L75jT1yWNFBzHd6Ix1G_a342IiccOn-fITJcjZqgVFT5a6zq3sNVN6IZWxb3n5TzUzcoEYwyNGuVU9_ouG0j4YjumDgrrgnQ1IcmcVgDN6FTJ-IhHaQApohGhppjia9TDb2LD/s2048/FFEF63B9-1296-407D-9EC4-61C158B93DF1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1639" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QvXSY_4L75jT1yWNFBzHd6Ix1G_a342IiccOn-fITJcjZqgVFT5a6zq3sNVN6IZWxb3n5TzUzcoEYwyNGuVU9_ouG0j4YjumDgrrgnQ1IcmcVgDN6FTJ-IhHaQApohGhppjia9TDb2LD/s320/FFEF63B9-1296-407D-9EC4-61C158B93DF1.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p style="color: red; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><br /></p></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">What are your thoughts on control and what the film conveys about this subject? </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I think BTBR has a great understanding of the various psychological aspects to human beings controlling other humans. We see the highlight reel of Dr. Mercurio Arboria’s grand ambitions as a cult leader, and later, his overwhelmingly miserable demise. Mercurio devoted his career to finding inner peace and lost everything truly important in the process. He couldn’t control the horror that he created in the same way that he likely controlled his follower’s minds with spiritual nonsense. Dr. Barry Nyle goes through a similar arc of being in complete control over others and then later finding himself unable to stop the world he built from falling apart. Without the power-suppressing ability of the Triangular Prism, Barry wouldn’t be able to stop Elena from escaping the facility. Without mentally breaking down and emotionally manipulating Elena, she wouldn’t stand for his abuse. Barry, although more powerful and scary than your average creepy man in a position of power, is still weak without that which keeps him above those he tries to suppress. ( The film’s very name “Beyond The Black Rainbow,” implicates that the “black rainbow” itself is an unattainable state of being that both Mercurio and Barry never stop trying to meet despite having already gone “beyond” its reach. It is an intangible perfect reality that could never exist. )</span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00AdZT4uKXfRFY8OGvHOihPSEMXm04gC8JWpZ5-FxADjKKhq7kYiQX2rNktEqtVCVYark0E_9N-9rPnag6TyE6NLeHS4NSi_mIp9jAWfLz_ZStCNgzf14IcAFt2B_1t2OirlY0XXAuPjZ/s1024/IMG_4525.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="838" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00AdZT4uKXfRFY8OGvHOihPSEMXm04gC8JWpZ5-FxADjKKhq7kYiQX2rNktEqtVCVYark0E_9N-9rPnag6TyE6NLeHS4NSi_mIp9jAWfLz_ZStCNgzf14IcAFt2B_1t2OirlY0XXAuPjZ/s320/IMG_4525.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Have you been writing for very long? What was your first venture into the life of the mind? </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I was always writing and drawing comics even as a young child, but my brain was way too chaotic and emotional to convey a compelling story back then. But in my head, I was still constantly building new worlds and adding to pre-established ones. I am always day-dreaming and thinking of things to create. A couple of years ago I wrote my first ever fan-fiction for a different film. It helped me deal with the trauma I was experiencing and I found the whole process really fulfilling. My writing ability and understanding of grammar was not very good back then, though! Haha! So, I made a commitment to learning more writing skills before I worked on anything like that again. </p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXo54yrL3XIzzlMpdrn1aVbdViTJ0ADfn-8mZFHPzysVx5KllK-Wf6HchHUgLPsLleKfs0z-I8R2N4nq9j-s4S70lNwusySVCYOPBJWCNQzuyFr2hPn-8FR34dh_vkV1Qi6wXvxHqpLdfL/s1800/18663B7B-AE60-49D5-977D-E254937A1965.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXo54yrL3XIzzlMpdrn1aVbdViTJ0ADfn-8mZFHPzysVx5KllK-Wf6HchHUgLPsLleKfs0z-I8R2N4nq9j-s4S70lNwusySVCYOPBJWCNQzuyFr2hPn-8FR34dh_vkV1Qi6wXvxHqpLdfL/s320/18663B7B-AE60-49D5-977D-E254937A1965.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Did you feel compelled to write this fanfiction or was it something that gestated slowly? </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Writing a fan-fiction for BTBR was an inevitable occurrence once I saw the film. I love the movie too much. I care about the characters too much. The film moved me waaay too much. My only apprehension in writing a fan-fiction was that I know how deeply personal Pano’s two films are to him and how they were a way for him to channel his grief. I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t disrespecting the story or diminishing how perfect BTBR actually is in all its ambiguity and finality. I think my continuation “Return To The Black Rainbow” is really just a tribute to how much I love “Beyond The Black Rainbow” and the art of storytelling. The ideas for what would actually happen in the plot of RTTBR came gradually, but I always knew I wanted to see Elena find some sort of real peace and closure. </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlh4Eob7SjtL-r7oX6y9Iu6dBi-afaLnbunZp-yPO4UuadRoCGYGMNcc8-JYvwRnjjFP1w7c1BR5b2qq5hkPiOq7S1u7rUv_64LUAPEX10cKmxJBcZEnWi_dtWh7F16VlFhIvHIsU4c5Td/s2048/880D650F-7CD9-48F9-AAB1-42D0B2B7B55C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1639" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlh4Eob7SjtL-r7oX6y9Iu6dBi-afaLnbunZp-yPO4UuadRoCGYGMNcc8-JYvwRnjjFP1w7c1BR5b2qq5hkPiOq7S1u7rUv_64LUAPEX10cKmxJBcZEnWi_dtWh7F16VlFhIvHIsU4c5Td/s320/880D650F-7CD9-48F9-AAB1-42D0B2B7B55C.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">How far do you feel this story will go? Do you have a lot planned for the characters?</span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">I am happy to say that the entirety of the fan-fiction is already complete and has been since late October! Right now, I’m just taking my time editing each chapter and making sure everything lines up and makes sense. I’m sure there will still be errors but my goal is to write a compelling story that fans could really visualize as a faithful sequel. I love receiving feedback and new ideas, though! I hope more fans discover my writing and art and take enjoyment in it! One day I hope to make a stop-motion tribute to BTBR and maybe even animate scenes from RTTBR. All I can reveal to curious readers of the fan-fiction is that yes, all characters will get their moment to shine! Even dead ones! </p><p style="color: red; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"></p></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Ellena and her friends feel well rounded and knowable, was it easy for you to give her pathos but also good conscious<span> after all those years in Arboria?</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Writing Elena ten years post her escape from Arboria felt very natural. I empathized with her all throughout the events of BTBR even though she never gets the opportunity to verbally describe how she’s feeling. Through visuals and sounds, we are able to get a window into her emotional world. Truly, I don’t think Elena is a cruel or dangerous person despite having every right to be that way. I think she longs so badly for a sense of normalcy and basic human compassion. I believe that she would choose to internalize her pain rather than go on an enraged psychic rampage. Let’s face it though, she’s earned one! In RTTBR, I gave her an extra helping hand in her emotional healing process by allowing the Sentionaut “Sky” to become her first true companion. Sky is the kind of friend who will always put Elena’s well-being before anything else. Sky also helps keep Elena in check until she wanders into Marie’s life</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4reKDm8O7Un82YzEvVp2nr8p1QzHciNrni2z2qPv_ET1f8H9hroLzNu993nRDfN7OhDtJU7FkHq13OzNMpeA1lUoevpisdwBdkts2yICj-iIdtVvQeRES9D7Zu98yMOBdlOJM9JIHvG2a/s2048/399DFBA4-137C-47AB-96AF-38E9463603FF.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4reKDm8O7Un82YzEvVp2nr8p1QzHciNrni2z2qPv_ET1f8H9hroLzNu993nRDfN7OhDtJU7FkHq13OzNMpeA1lUoevpisdwBdkts2yICj-iIdtVvQeRES9D7Zu98yMOBdlOJM9JIHvG2a/s320/399DFBA4-137C-47AB-96AF-38E9463603FF.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">In the film, the Devil's Teardrop comes out from under Barry's bed like it had always been there. As if it were in a state of flux, of nothingness and tangible. As if it was just waiting to be willed onto this realm. What are your thoughts on this cult-like and definitely fetishized weapon?</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;">The Devil’s Teardrop is honestly the coolest thing ever and I’m kinda mad there are no clear still images of it because I’d love to get it’s silhouette (along with Red Miller’s Beast Axe) tattooed on my arm one day! Honestly, it strikes me as something that was forged in sheer malice and holds a great amount of ethereal dark power. I think for Barry, it symbolizes his complete dominion over the physical bodies of others. When he chooses to wield the weapon, I believe it’s a sacred ritual for him. I don’t think his intention was ever to kill Elena with it. (Barry does a fine job of killing others with just his hands anyways!) I think Barry intended to use it as a way of physically demonstrating his power over Elena in the hope that she would physically submit to his control. I sort of fail to see what Barry would gain from killing Elena. As messed up as the situation is, she is everything to him. She is his way of attaining power. She is his only emotional connection. Barry isn’t just going to waste tons of resources building caretaker Sentionauts and injectable tracking devices just to have one fleeting moment of vengeance. He wants to control her forever. That being said, when Elena escapes and Barry’s paranoia and jealousy overtakes him, he still uses the weapon to metaphorically (and literally) penetrate and overpower the two Heshers. Whether it’s through violent killing or just the perverse act of Barry rubbing the dagger against his inner thigh, The Devil’s Teardrop is an absolutely wicked creation! </span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">How did you feel about adding to the Black Rainbow universe? Were you apprehensive or confident about what you had in mind?</span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Once I felt like I could create a meaningful story, I just started writing! I wrote the prologue to RTTBR first and just left it there for a while. It took a little time to decide whether or not to delve back into the horrific trauma of Elena’s past or just let the poor girl live a happy life as a closeted telekinetic being. I decided that as cute as it would be to see Elena’s shenanigans around town, delving back into the deep dark stuff felt more honest. </p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"></p></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Do you have any future projects that you would like to share with us?</span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As far as original work goes, I am in the process of writing and illustrating my own horror-themed graphic novel! Whenever it’s complete, I will self publish it. My hope is that it inspires others to create and share their own stories. I really genuinely believe that making art is one of the best ways to live a happier life! My girlfriend and I also plan to start making horror short films that incorporate my masks sometime in 2021! Thank you for taking an interest! </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">You can find more of Mar's drawings and writings here at:</span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><p dir="auto" style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Instagram: @goblin_beast</p><p dir="auto" style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Archive: </p><div><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/27249994/chapters/66570427" target="_blank">https://archiveofourown.org/<wbr></wbr>works/27249994/chapters/<wbr></wbr>66570427</a></div></span></div>timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-13416406294683416502020-11-15T13:25:00.008-08:002020-11-15T13:25:49.261-08:00I started a Patreon account!<p>Hey everyone. Hope you are well. I just wanted to let you all know that I have started a Patreon account and I invite everyone to please join me on my quest to make and create awesome stuff for you all! </p><p> </p><p>The link is below! wooo!</p><p>https://www.patreon.com/timothy_zero_</p>timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-64749002408096882492020-11-15T12:40:00.002-08:002020-11-15T12:40:32.020-08:00Deep dive into deconstruction<p> <span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was told recently that I have a stoic face. </span></p><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">That I can hide emotion really well. I guess I have never thought about it that way. </div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I see it as a form of protection. It's something that I have done since high school, being a person that was heavily bullied. I learned to closely guard my emotions. I learned to keep emotion away from my face so no one knew how I felt. </div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I still do it. I just didn't realize that I did until last night. Maybe that's my problem with talking to people and interacting with them. I see every stranger as a potential threat and I don't open up to them until they open up to me first. And in this world, that usually doesn't happen a lot. I wait for someone to talk to me so I can see that they are not a threat and it's ok for me to open up and talk to them. </div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It sucks that I've just learned this about myself. So how do I fix this? How do I untrain my brain to be more open? I know it's little steps. But I'm not a snob. If you talk to me. I will talk to you and be warm and considerate. I just need the other person to make the first step and show me that I don't have to consider them a threat, so I stop looking for potential weak spots in them in case they try to hurt me.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's really no way to live at all. Just imagine, all the potential friends that I've shut out because I saw them as a threat or that I thought they were going to harm or hurt me. </div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's very depressing. </div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">So please know though. I am loyal to my friends. To an almost stupid level. </div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's just making friends. Making new ones. It's just hard.</div>timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-89794867193130034302020-07-17T23:13:00.001-07:002020-07-17T23:13:41.187-07:00update from 8 weeks later in quarantine limboOn Sunday, May 17th, I developed a fever. Nothing really bad but it was higher than normal. Also, I was told that someone I was in contact with, tested positive for COVID 19. I knew in my gut that I was going to test positive as well. And on May 19th I tested positive. My symptoms were Fever, headache, weakness, dry cough, heaviness in the lungs, then lack of smell and taste. After 8 days, my cough got much worse, and so did my difficulty managing my mucus. I went back to the doctor nearing the end of 14 days and was told that I had a mild case of pneumonia and was given a dose of z-pac.<br />
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Then I took another test and was positive again. I took zinc, vitamin d12, and lots of hot tea, (peppermint, and green tea) I started sweating thru my shirts, twice a day. (once in the day and the other in the night) I took Tylenol daily to keep the fever down. And around the 18th day, my fever went back to normal, but the other symptoms were still with me and I started seeing things, fast-moving grey shadows around my feet which I thought were cats. It's a good thing I have two cats or I would have thought I was going crazy.<br />
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Then I tested positive for a third time which left my doctor bewildered and she said that she would talk to the CDC to see what else they can do. (which didn't happen) She did give me a prescription for antibiotics. Also, during this time I had contact with the state health department but they didn't stay in contact with me for very long (4 days) and then UAMS contacted me and then stopped as well.<br />
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You'd think that there would be some communication with each other during this whole ordeal but nope! Every time I tested positive I had to go thru the same hoops as the beginning.<br />
I still felt weak, and still had a problem with coughing and mucus even after my second round of antibiotics, then I took Mucinex which didn't do anything for me.<br />
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I tested positive for a 4th time! But around the end of the first week, my cough started to let up, and then the mucus did as well, but I still felt like I was wearing a weight vest on me. Even though I lost about 30 lbs, I didn't really get winded though. I just felt very weak.<br />
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I am telling you all these things to show you this is no joke! Wear your stupid mask!<br />
Once thought that was a constant in my mind while this was going on was either I get better or I am going to die. I was terrified for so long! I was stuck in my house for 8 weeks!<br />
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And COVID did something weird to my brain for a bit there. I couldn't write anything and drawing was difficult because my hands shook, so I could do any kind of fine detail. Just recently, I started coming up with writing ideas my hand stopped shaking which were a relief because I was beginning to think that COVID took my writing away.<br />
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Are you listening to me?! I am telling you now. This was worse than anything I have ever been through. I would have to sometimes use a pillow and press it against my chest to help with coughing, or basically wrap a towel around my chest very tight like a corset to help with the pain of coughing. I would cough so hard I'd lose my breath and my eyes would go black.<br />
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I thankful for all the prayers during all this, because I really didn't know what to do. I was the only person that I knew that tested positive 4 times. And being stuck at home for that long, kind of messed with my head. It still does.<br />
But I have been released from quarantine and I am going back to work soon.<br />
So my message to you is, wash your stupid hands, keep your mask on over your nose and mouth in public! Stop being a stupid crybaby, complaining about how you can't breathe! Well, once you get this, and you will! If you don't follow protocol! you'll know first hand about not being able to breathe!timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-33239778002026295562020-05-19T11:15:00.002-07:002020-05-19T11:15:35.942-07:00Update 5/19/20Greetings,<br />
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I started feeling a little peculiar Sunday evening. Also, I was told by someone that I have been in contact with was positive for COVID, so my work told me to go get checked out. I had the swab test done and this morning they said, I tested positive for the virus. I have had a low-grade temp, cough, headache, and a dash of sneezing so far.<br />
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I am now legitimately quarantined now will be so for the next 14 days.<br />
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There are a lot of unknowns here at the moment. My dr. said the majority of positive cases lately have been not very bad. Let's hope that mine is within that category.<br />
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I will try and update any who reads this blog still on my progress. Prayers and thoughts and positivity are all very welcome.<br />
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And please be safe, and keep doing what you are doing.<br />
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Timtimothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-27376064267728678482020-02-23T12:30:00.002-08:002020-02-23T12:30:54.387-08:0050 things that make me laugh<br />
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1.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Faulty Gas pumps</div>
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2.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hang gliding mishaps</div>
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3.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Matadors getting their comeuppance </div>
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4.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dom Deluise’s laugh</div>
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5.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Movie bloopers </div>
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6.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Depressing talks that end awkwardly</div>
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7.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>People getting slapped</div>
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8.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Drivers with road rage </div>
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9.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The word “swamp” </div>
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10.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Slave bracelets </div>
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11.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>People talking to their exes on the phone</div>
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12.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The word “eyeball” </div>
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13.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Repeating a word until it has no more meaning</div>
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14.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Butts</div>
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15.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>People “ugly crying” </div>
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16.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Drunk people getting badly injured </div>
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17.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Bull riders getting badly injured </div>
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18.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Flat earthers </div>
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19.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Antivaxers</div>
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20.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>People who drive giant trucks </div>
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21.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hair plugs</div>
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22.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Hair extensions </div>
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23.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>40-year-old adolescents </div>
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24.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Shoplifters crying</div>
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25.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Overhearing weird conversations in grocery stores</div>
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26.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Late-night clothing styles </div>
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27.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The word “hamburger” </div>
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28.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Cowboy boots</div>
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29.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Contemporary country music</div>
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30.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Giant rims on surplus, ex-police cars</div>
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31.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The car sticker “salt life”</div>
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32.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“In memory of” car stickers </div>
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33.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Intestinal parasites that egress during a bowel movement</div>
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34.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Chicken soup books</div>
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35.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dull scissors </div>
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36.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Toenail clippings on public bathroom floors </div>
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37.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>A thin layer of bubbling, burnt, coffee tar left in the pot. </div>
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38.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Skidmarks on toilet seats </div>
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39.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Men’s room grunts </div>
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40.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Nicotine stained fingernails</div>
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41.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Flipflops in January </div>
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42.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Black ice </div>
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43.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Stranded cars on the side of the road</div>
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44.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Kids leaning back to fast and hitting their heads on church pews </div>
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45.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Kids crying so hard their parents are shaking them, telling them to “breath” </div>
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46.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Children falling off things</div>
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47.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Incontinence </div>
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48.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Two-week-old chili bowls</div>
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49.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>People eating potato chips </div>
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50.<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>90's cowboy fashion</div>
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timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-44094676069023316112020-02-23T12:27:00.000-08:002020-02-23T12:27:09.566-08:00My solsburry <div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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I woke up with the song Solsburry hill in my head, this rather nice morning. It, being the weather, not the morning. I had the song still with me.</div>
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I really like the song, but I didn’t know that I liked it that much.</div>
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I heard that the song gives sort of a reason why Gabriel left the group, Genesis. And then after reading the lyrics to the song, It made me feel strange. The song is about change, and about fear of what others will think once they see what you have changed into. With lyrics like “To keep in silence I resigned.” And “I will show another me.” Or “ I walked right of the machinery.” It made me feel as if I was hitting upon something big inside me. Something that I had been ignoring for some time. I couldn’t exactly remember all the lyrics, so when I got to work this morning I looked them up.</div>
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What I came up with, was something like the pain of going forward. And the things you tend to leave behind. The people the places. The memories. Will they understand what it is that you are doing? Will they see the path ahead of you? Will they understand?</div>
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No. No they won’t understand.</div>
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They will think you are crazy. They will say that you have gone weird on them. Your friends that you thought were your closest, will turn on you. It’s moments like these that will define you. They will show you who your true friends are and who will understand your choices. Then you can keep going forward and never look back.</div>
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timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-12598876227747597472020-02-02T14:41:00.000-08:002020-02-02T14:42:22.174-08:00Animal Noir review<br />
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Animal Noir TP <o:p></o:p></div>
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If you have not read this book or even heard of it, or you
might not think it would be your cup of proverbial tea, do not be deterred by
the cartoonesque art style and the anthropomorphic animals! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is a very gritty and brutal crime drama.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It is very easy to be seduced by a book that is touted as a
cross between “<st1:place w:st="on">Chinatown</st1:place>” and “Animal Farm” <o:p></o:p></div>
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It all starts with a film. Not just a normal film, but in Prey
industry, they call "Hunt Porn" <o:p></o:p></div>
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Local Serengeti City Private Investigator, who's also
giraffe and answers to the name Immanuel Diamond, but he’s “Manny” to his
buddies. He gets a job from his uncle Theo, a powerful local Judge to find a certain film that contains some sensitive material, that being his wife in pretend scenario where she is acting like
she’s being eaten by a predator. Theo paid to make the whole mess go away, but
like most secrets, they always come up for air eventually. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This chain-smoking crass giraffe glides thru the slums and
gutters of the depraved as well as the palaces of the rich hippo crime bosses trying
to track down the film that his uncle is obsessed with finding but things prove
to be a way simpler and at the same time complicated to his case. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Izar Lunacek pulls double duty on this book, as a co-writer
(with Nejc Juren) and the artist too. His art is a bit of an acquired taste,
but once you get used to it, it’s actually pretty interesting, the way he
portrays scale of emotion: the seething intensity of hatred and anger, to joy
and sadness. This book is morally loose, (like our world) but also shows you a lens
into which you see the world around you, a world fraught with racism, classism, and hypocrisy, but since this world is populated by talking animals, the
message is easier to sneak past your defenses and go straight for the throat at
times you would least expect it. The Slovenian writer/artist who got his start
in a local newspaper should be someone to keep an eye out for in the future. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Dense and unapologetic, Animal Noir is devious, very
allegorical, scandalous and really creeps into the back of your mind for hours
later. It seeps into it with ease, like water into a sponge and saturates your
brain. Do yourself a favor and get this one. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br />timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-21343176635986174142020-02-02T14:39:00.003-08:002020-02-02T14:42:42.831-08:00What I have been up to. I have been thinking about using this more as a review of things that I am into lately and a link dump by which I show you what I am listening to or ran across on the web.<br />
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I don't feel as though posting this stuff on Facebook will get looked at so posting it here will guarantee that it will never ever be seen. BWAHAHA.<br />
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Anyway.<br />
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Been getting into this band called Haircuts for men lately. I bought two of their albums already and will probably purchase more in the future as well.<br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/oPxLTD9gbh4">https://youtu.be/oPxLTD9gbh4</a><br />
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Also, I have been revisiting my noise, jazz core, thrashcore, roots as of late. I discovered this band from Japan called Otoboke Beaver. And they are all that is awesome!<br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/fkWfFXnLpYg">https://youtu.be/fkWfFXnLpYg</a><br />
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I have been writing, drawing or creating stuff since the beginning of this year and it feels pretty good if I do say so myself. My desk is covered in greebles, plastic dust, and notebooks. How are you?timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-77732575804472676902019-09-25T17:09:00.001-07:002019-09-25T17:09:21.079-07:00Parker: The score review<br />
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Richard Stark’s Parker: The Score <o:p></o:p><br />
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In Darwyn Cooke’s third masterful adaptation of Richard
Stark’s Parker series, we find Parker being enticed into doing a job so crazy,
that he can’t say no to. Knocking over the entire mining town of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Copper</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Canyon</st1:placetype></st1:place>,
in one night. He’s told of the job and how many men would be involved which
causes him to scoff at the very idea at first, but rolling it around in his
mind causes him to actually say yes to this impossible feat that seemed like a
plot to a movie that would never work in real life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Twelve men crazy enough to help Parker take on this
monumental job and keep their wits about them while hiding from the law, yeah,
it’s crazy. And you’re glued to this book for the entire time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Never once do you feel like you’re not in the same room as
Parker and his crew. Cooke keeps it close and intimate. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The 13 Eisner Award winner’s art mirrors Parker’s own personality
in some ways, he doesn’t say much and when he does, he lets the man’s actions
speak for him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The character of Parker is one that Hollywood just can’t
seem to leave alone, Stark’s master thief has been played by many actors over
the years, Lee Marvin, Michel Constantin, Jim Brown, Robert Duvall, Peter
Coyote, Mel Gibson, and Jason Statham. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But who could blame him? He’s a very complex but simple
character that you can’t help but cheer on and hope that he makes it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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All these actors played Parker in spirit but would never
allow Parker's name to be used. (until Jason Statham in Parker). Apparently
Donald Westlake, (the real name of Richard Stark) was so swayed by Cooke’s
adaptation that he gave him his blessing to use the moniker “Parker”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He went on to adapt the first four books
in the series, The Hunter, The Outfit, The Score, and Slayground <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Strip it all down to
essentials and draw the hell out of what’s let.” Alex Toth once said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And Darwin Cooke’s followed that with an almost monastic
Focus. His characters are simple yet elegant, you almost tend to forget how
brilliant his artwork is because of the simplicity of it, he knows where to
put lines, and curves. Everything is exact and nothing ever seems out of place
for one moment. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He knows how to channel his art in that Toth-esque
minimalist style in a way that no one has ever tried before. He has a way of
delving straight into that vein that Toth started long ago in the ’60s.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And that's what makes this artwork so beautiful and so
timeless when you look at it, you don't see art, you see the past, you see exactly
what he wants you to see.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Parker is the proto character that other popular writers
modeled their protagonists after, he‘s close to Lee Child’s Jack Reacher, in
that he’s this big animalistic brute that doesn’t say much. Parker is an
unrepentant, thuggish, bastard and yet you can’t help but love him. And just
like Stark, you’ll end up liking him for what he won’t tell you about himself. <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-57380956157491199452019-09-21T19:56:00.001-07:002019-09-22T20:17:06.305-07:00Cybertronic Spree in concert!"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." -Bob Marley<br />
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I left home with a friend of mine around noon on Friday and started on our trek to Spa-con, nearly 3 hrs away in Hotsprings.<br />
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Now, I have problems with anxiety and panic attacks and its hard to go about your day when you are fighting it. It was hard to get in my vehicle and start on the trip.<br />
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After a while, my anxiety started to dissolve and I began to relax, then we ran into dark clouds and very heavy rains. The air became almost solid and water as cars were pulling off the road with their hazards flashing, which caused my anxiety to creep back up. But I stuck with it and kept going, and the rain eventually died down to a drizzle.<br />
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Further on there was more rain and strong winds and then halfway thru the trip, I thought we missed our exit and had a detour that let us know that our phones stopped working. No phone calls, no texts, no google maps. Which for me was yet another trigger. Having a nonworking phone during bouts of anxiety is a very tough thing.<br />
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Luckily, I like to be prepared and I wrote down the directions just in case.<br />
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After getting to Hotsprings, I just wanted to know why our phones weren't working and being in a strange new city, you'd normally use your phone's map application or google to find your way around. I was wanting to find a Verizon store to ask them what was going on.<br />
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After asking a man at a gas station if he knew what had happened. He explained that the radio said the entire southwest area of the state was out of service with Verizon.<br />
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I was relieved to hear some news at least even though it was bad news. Eventually, service came back and I was able to connect with my wife who was in Texas.<br />
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I was exhausted and having all kinds of second thoughts about coming today, but again, I persevered and went on.<br />
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After we grabbed some fast food, we headed over to the convention center, went in and waited for the concert to start.<br />
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They say there's something magical about seeing your favorite band play live. You're not in the comfort of your home or car, but someplace better. You're not listening to a studio recording where everything can come out perfect, but you are in someplace better.<br />
You're in a place where there are people with similar interests, people who've driven hours and hours to see their favorite musicians.<br />
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The moment the first song starts mind just cleared up. It was as if the sounds made my thoughts flutter away like a startled flock of birds and strife of the day dissipates.<br />
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I've been trying to see The Cybertronic Spree for years now. They have toured in Canada exclusively for a while and then they gradually started touring the upper east area of the USA, which started giving me hope that maybe one day I could finally get to see them.<br />
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I tried to save enough money to get up to Retro Con in Philadelphia but was never able to do it. I began to think they'd be a band that I would never be able to experience live.<br />
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That is until I heard they were coming down from the great white north, the land that they crashed landed in, and play in my home state. I was shocked and excited beyond belief! I haven't been this psyched about seeing a band in years!<br />
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The Spree started their aural onslaught with "The Transformers theme". My mind was still in denial of what was happening before me! The crowd around was feeling it too. I guess videos and pictures do not do this band justice until they are three feet from your face. They have this otherworldly power in grabbing your attention and keeping you connected with them and the rest of the audience. Yes, you were experiencing the concert subjectively, but also, because of them, the crowd also became a kind of hive mind. It was otherworldly.<br />
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Next up was the theme of One punch man, which totally caught the crowd off guard which is something this band has a special ability in doing! I could hear people behind me going, "what!!!???"<br />
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The familiar chords of the Stan Bush song, Dare was next. I've heard this version countless times and never ceases to give me chills. It seemed the crowd instinctually knew to echo Hot Rod's vocals of "Keep Going"!<br />
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I wasn't prepared to hear them do their cover of Shuki Levy's immortal Thundercats theme. I grinned like a big old idiot thru the song.<br />
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I was so very happy about what they played after that. Hammer of the gods, for all you true Zep fans out there, or for the casual listener, The Immigrant Song. Hearing Arcee's howling vocals joined by Unicron's staccato riff is just pure magic! Also? Hearing her Valkerie like voice say, "We are your overlords", brought a boyish smile to my face. I wouldn't mind that at all!<br />
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There was a rather cute dance battle between two human girls, but sadly both were deemed, "Innocent" by Quintesson and they were promptly sent off to be torn to shreds by the Sharkticons and were never seen again.<br />
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Nothin's gonna stand in our way was just as amazing as hearing it the first time I listened to the soundtrack when I was 12. I just love how this band can pull all these emotions out of me and also rock my face off!<br />
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The Pokemon theme song got kids and teens, and adults singing along. And when you can get that from a crowd, you have something special!<br />
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The Doom Theme morphed into another Shuki Levy masterpiece which was The power rangers theme song, expertly played by the gang.<br />
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The Cybertronic Spree played their first original song Cybertronic Warrior, which I reviewed on this blog when it first came out. (I'm seeing a pattern here.) And it still rocks my socks off! It makes you want to become an Autobot wrecker and destroy some Decepticons!<br />
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Unicron's most disliked song, The Touch made famous by Stan Bush and also made famous by Hotrod, er...Rodimus Prime throwing Galvatron out of the planet eater's torso! He must not be that sore about playing it, because he slayed it on the eight-string guitar!<br />
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Weird Al Yankovich's Dare to be stupid is always a crowd-pleaser. There were guys beside that were belting out the lyrics almost as loud as Hotrod!<br />
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Right after that, they kept up the momentum with the Canadian Band, Spectre General's song, Hunger which Arcee's fantastic pipes were a highlight! She can belt it all the out to the cheap seats!<br />
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Encore where they powered down and but could only power back up by our applause. Trust and believe this dude yelled and hooped and hollered!<br />
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I must admit during the encore I screamed my throat raw for them to play The Racoons' theme song, Run with us. I even got some of the guys around me to say it too! And yes, I cried when I heard it startup. That songs still has a hold on my heart and was the main reason why I wrote a rather lengthy thank you letter to The Spree that I posted on this blog some years ago.<br />
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The last song of the night was Ray Parker Jr's world-famous Ghostbusters theme. Which the crowd ate up and got them all moving and grooving. There was a guy my age next to me, that started the show pretty reserved. Taking random pictures and videos of the band, but by the time the concert was halfway in. This guy was a dancing fool! He didn't care if he was getting eye rolls by Millenials. He was having the time of his life.<br />
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On the way home, after seeing them in concert, the experience really quietened down all my inner turmoil of the day. I erased my feelings of the day and left me with a smile on my face that just wouldn't leave!<br />
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Even as I write this, I can't stop thinking about how approachable the band was after the show. How at ease they were with their fans. They talked to us all like we were great friends that they haven't seen in awhile, and that's only happened one other time in my 20 plus years of going to concerts.<br />
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Thank you Cybertronic Spree. For coming out and giving it full throttle, and showing a small town, the time of their life!<br />
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Oh, and also for giving this shy, transformer loving dork, a perma-smile that just might stay on his face for the rest of the year!<br />
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<br />timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-17733745068010615282019-06-29T23:51:00.000-07:002019-06-29T23:51:23.970-07:00Hellboy in Hell review<br />
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Hellboy in Hell, first released in December 2012 started
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series. It also marks the return of Mike Mignola as the ongoing artist for the
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Hellboy in Hell chronicles the stories of Hellboy's journey
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ultimately defeating Nimue, the blood queen in dragon form, he gets his heart
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In Hell, he learns from Edward Grey that the higher echelon
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ranks and almost all the higher demons to be killed by their armies and slaves,
a revolt in Hell chaos and fighting amongst everyone and it’s all caused by the
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Hellboy’s destiny is more of a burden here than any time on
Earth. Even though he has to fight a lot of his old fallen enemies, like Eligos
from the Wild Hunt and The gambling Vampire of Prague and his ex-wife, his
brothers, his Uncle, and his half-sister all want the right hand of doom for
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This book is exactly what the fans needed as a send away and
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Weighing in at a daunting 358 pages, Hellboy in Hell is a masterful achievement in storytelling, mood, atmosphere and Mignola’s art is
still amazing! He hasn’t lost a step or slacked off. He is able to show us that
he can still make us lose all track of time and devour this book in one
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While you read his stories, you’ll catch yourself writing down the names of various people that you meet and you can’t help but think if these
people in this story were real. There are so much back story and pathos to them.
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<span style="color: red;">Hello everyone! Greeting from Zero studios. Sorry for not having a blog post in a while, but life gets in the way of fun sometimes. I just recently, I had the absolute pleasure to interview John Jenson aka Phantomotoi is his nom de plume on Instagram. His account is brilliant and should be seen by all retro toy lovers and toy collectors and makers. His affinity for Micronauts practically jumps out of the screen if you should visit his account. He even makes custom aftermarket parts for the figures to change them into something familiar yet completely different. </span><br />
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Hello, my name is John. I love life through loving what human beings create… ESPECIALLY toys and art (all mediums, all disciplines). I have been working in the art field since 1989 in a variety of mediums, mostly self-taught with the exception of LIVING at libraries and some college ‘art & design’ courses that were entirely traditional media (sculpture, serigraph, painting, life drawing), no ‘computers’ … yet. This was the 1980s traveling into the 90s, so good info HAD to be mined. I still read print a lot. I love the movie ‘Book of Eli’.</div>
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This led to starting our (my brother David and I) own commercial art and design business, which we carry on with currently, with disciplines in mediums changing a bit due to client demands and evolving technologies. For me, it’s been a ‘labor o’ love’ really. I love self-expression.</div>
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I call what I do ‘Phantomoshop’ because what I do now in the present has the potential to out-live my own existence … like a phantom, and the ideas and objects we conceptualize and create hold that energy long after our own lifespan for one reason or another. An ‘unknown reality’ in a sense. This has a lot to do with my vintage and collector toy business ‘Phantomotoi’. The ‘energy’ of the past never dies.</div>
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The toy that started all of this fascination was Mego Micronauts ‘Biotron’ - the U.S. version of Takara Japan’s ‘Robotman’ that my Dad let me pick-out for my birthday at our local toy store, ‘Uncle Tom’s Toys’. It was the first time I had interacted with a toy that seemed to be ‘piloted’ by a second intelligence, much like what Gundam, Transformers and many more toy-lines and animation series would eventually grow into & out of. The scale (3.75” - tall) of the figure that fit inside Biotron’s ‘chest window’, like a ’Time Traveler’ or ‘Acroyear II’ (The chrome heads knocked me out as well!) was something that has always resonated with me for some reason. Now, Star Wars had just come out around this time, but I was not attracted to any of those toys, being disenchanted by the limited articulation and hype. Besides, once I was shown what Japanese toy and model manufacturers were up to prior to ’Star Wars’ release, anything in the U.S. just could NOT hold my attention … except for Mego Micronauts which were originally an all Japanese-toy brain-child. Currently, not much has changed. I still gravitate towards Japanese toys, art, and culture. I have a massive fascination for the age of their genius.</div>
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That’s funny… my Dad used to ask me the same thing. It seems to work like this for me … the noises we (Brothers Jenson) create and the objects we make are a direct derivative unto each other… much like the ice cube is to water. One is a direct reflection to the other, only in an alternate state. I NEED to create an amalgam of these two states for what it is that I’m currently doing … otherwise, it doesn’t seem to gel. In many ways making your own music is the only therapy that can I can find to tame the human insanity. So, crank those JAMS and bust-out the epoxy resin!<br />
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My biggest inspiration for ALL of this is my family, brother Dave, sister Antoinette and Dad. My Mom is an excellent dreamer and creator. I love to watch her hands while she crochets. She is also ‘Microkath’, the maker of all the micro-scale accessories for the ‘Phantomophigure’ toy-line that we have been developing and exhibiting since 1995. Without my family, NONE of this would have come to fruition.</div>
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When I don’t feel very inspired, I grab a Microman figure, put on some tunes and phreak-out!<br />
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My brother Dave and I have been in the creative arts and music since 1993 … owning an art/design/illustration business together, publishing and showing large bodies of work, mostly in the commercial arts and print/publishing field, contributing many projects to several publishers, including Northlight publishing co. who was a leader in art & design ‘How-to’ books back then. Ahhh, ‘print’. Now, we have Youtube. ‘How’ times have changed!</div>
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Recognize the design-conundrum at hand, agree on a worthy concept that might show a ‘sliver’ of potential, execute towards a shared vision of solution and balance mutual critique through concept to project completion. Most importantly, HAVE FUN and LAUGH FREQUENTLY! Our parents were always supportive of our ideas … as long as we were NOT sitting around, watching the television or moping around being ‘the pessimist’. They did not tolerate ‘boredom’, telling us at a very early age ‘you make your own boredom’. Copy that. I think I’ll make my own ‘EXCITEMENT’ instead!</div>
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I LOVE CLUTCH. I have been fortunate to have seen them LIVE 5 times, 3 when headlining. PURE POWER! Mostly definitely one of my favorite bands. The first album I got was ‘The Elephant Riders’ and my FAVE albums (there are two) are ‘Blast Tyrant’ and ‘Robot Hive/Exodus’. I got a body-full o’ goosebumps just TYPING those album titles!! Great stuff. Neil IS the Charles Dickens of Hard Rock! Indeed! I like when his gifted ‘word-smithing’ boils all that b.s. down to NOTHING! ESCAPE from the PRISON PLANET!!</div>
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timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-50639945482173438542019-02-05T17:03:00.001-08:002019-02-05T17:03:51.315-08:00A confessional to StardonE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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HaHa, yes! “<i>I hope you<b> relish</b> it, as much as I </i>!”<u></u><u></u></div>
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Charles Schultz, 51 & lucky to be living in beautiful Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada, with my lovely wife and 3 young daughters (who enjoy me right now, but will soon outgrow me as I reached peak cognitive development at age twelve). Thirty-nine years later, I still enjoy comics, toys, and any movie <i>Ray Harryhausen</i> worked on.<u></u><u></u><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Clint Howard's alien in Star Trek is such an obscure name for your blog, I am actually very jealous of that! What made you choose that name for your blog/Instagram?<u></u><u></u></span></b></div>
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Thanks Tim! Clint Howard’s performance as Balok still stands out, doesn’t it? He’s one of those characters that hypnotizes kids with sheer weirdness…my own kids still react to the show in good ways that remind me that creative thinking (even low budget) can still beat CGI. The actor also seems humble, fun and clearly has a good relationship with brother Ron. During our annual family watch of ‘The Grinch’ (movie) my kids always say: “Hey Dad, there’s Balok!” In a nutshell, Balok makes me smile!<u></u><u></u></div>
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Started when I got this iPad…going on 3+ years now?<u></u><u></u><br />
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In the early 70’s an older neighbor-boy’s Mom donated a huge box of his Mattel <b>Major Matt Mason</b> toys to my younger brother and I. I still know this fellow today and he hasn’t gotten over it, lol. The rubber-bendy figures were worn out, but everything else was top-quality and unique to anything at the time; soon the whole house became ‘outer space’ to us. The enormous 3-level <b><i>Space Station</i></b> was the very definition of <i>PLAYSET</i>. Over the years, the Space Station became the headquarters of various Fisher-Price Adventure People and… the <b><i>Micronauts</i></b> (mix in some Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica and other 3&3/4” figures of the time).<u></u><u></u><br />
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Never stopped. I guess I’m old enough to title my toy-buying habit a <i>collection</i>. The truth for me reads better as: ‘<i>continued acquisition with the intent to play’</i>. The dream of a glorious day when I set it <b><i>all</i></b> up on the living room floor and have the most epic play-time (as my younger self regularly did), is still with me. Also, I am like many middle-aged collectors who see toys as an artifact-link to happy, simpler times. We are all eager archeologists when it comes to our own pasts, be that through picture albums, cars, toys, etc.<u></u><u></u></div>
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MEGO Corp. brought Micronauts toys to kids in North America, so that’s the big one in my memory (also enjoyed their pocket Super Heroes, Black Hole, Buck Rogers, etc. lines too). Today its Takara-Tomy who brings us Diaclone and not to bore anyone with the well-known historical link between Micronauts and Takara’s Microman, but there’s that lineage, it’s pretty cool.<u></u><u></u></div>
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Onell Design <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://onelldesign.blogspot.com/&source=gmail&ust=1543115364003000&usg=AFQjCNHt-RiUKtGCeeUM0Eg4VIZrX_7-Hw" href="https://onelldesign.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://onelldesign.blogspot.<wbr></wbr>com </a> founders of the GLYOS connection system which has spawned a literal family (they treat each other and customers like a good family) of toy creators & companies. I’d love to meet founder Matt Doughty in person. He has created not just amazing toys and a rich ‘Glyoverse’ but a culture of kindness and respect in the GLYOS collecting community; never seen anything quite like it<br />
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Many <i>Grail</i> pieces have passed through my hands over the years; I just can’t stay focused, haha! Some of the original 1980 Dialcone items qualify (based on the regret I have for selling or trading them off, years ago); let’s say the original Diaclone playset: a boxed, clean, complete version of GREAT ROBOT BASE is the Grail item for me.<u></u><u></u></div>
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<b><i>‘Creature from the Black Lagoon’</i></b> (It’s partly SciFi, right?) was on TV often enough during childhood to really become a staple for me; still enjoy this movie today. A modern-day film I revisit often is <b><i>‘The Fifth Element’</i></b>. Probably like yourself and most other SciFi fans, I could go on…for days, but to spare you, these two came to mind first. Themes and stories that held my attention as a child often still do today; hence a favorite quote from Forrest J. Ackerman: <b><i>“You can grow older, just don’t grow up.”</i></b><u></u><u></u></div>
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Only five!?!? …(sulks)…ok<u></u><u></u></div>
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Late 1970’s/early 80’s had some big hits with me:<u></u><u></u></div>
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<u></u>1)<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span><u></u>MEGO <b>Micronauts</b> (Baron Karza ruled) and that Ken Kelly card-art for the Aliens!<u></u><u></u></div>
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<u></u>2)<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span><u></u>Mattel <b>Battlestar Galactica</b> (Viper & Cylon Raider)<u></u><u></u></div>
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<u></u>3)<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span><u></u>Mattel <b>Space 1999 Eagle-1</b> Playset (often stood-in for the Galactica while playing with #2, otherwise it was piloted by Micronauts, of course)<u></u><u></u></div>
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<u></u>4)<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span><u></u>MEGO <b>Black Hole Maximillian</b> Robot, my first and only experience with cereal box-top mail-away figure, both a joy and disappointment (no articulation).<u></u><u></u></div>
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<u></u>5)<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span><u></u>LJN <b>Advanced Dungeons & Dragons</b> showed up without warning (if ran across a fully stocked toy isle when these guys came out, you’d remember).<u></u><u></u></div>
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<b><span style="color: red;">With Sectaurs getting a revival, do you have a toy line that you would love to see get a second chance?<u></u><u></u></span></b></div>
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Sectaurs were awesome! Part of that whole <b><i>He-Man</i></b> & <b><i>Black-Star</i></b> genre that I admired from afar. Well, since Micronauts had a reboot (bless you Palisades Toys) and now seems forever locked in Hasbro’s vault of indecision, I’d root for a STARCOM comeback.<u></u><u></u></div>
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This short-lived COLECO (later Mattel in the UK) line was ahead of its time with brilliant features at a tiny scale that allowed for epic SciFi play (by epic, I mean how a tiny 2-inch, articulated figure transforms a kids room into a huge landscape in a way that larger scale figures cannot). The <b><i>magnetic feet</i></b> used on STARCOM figures were done just a few years earlier by a TAKARA line that I feel shares many similarities with STARCOM, that being Diaclone. I often mix STARCOM vehicles and accessories into Diaclone scenes because they are such similar lines. Diaclone figures at only half the size of STARCOM at 30 mm tall, still look good in many STARCOM rides.<u></u><u></u><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">You have an almost encyclopedic knowledge of the Diaclone line. When did you become so enamored with that line?<u></u><u></u></span></b></div>
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What’s a Diaclone? LOL. Too much credit, in fact I kinda avoid knowing everything about Diaclone because a touch of mystery allows freedom to make up my own stories around these little guys. Take <b><i>Star Wars</i></b> toys for example, everything is cemented into a role, no room for a kid to speculate different stories for the figures; they never become a part of the kids own creative play-mythos if you will. I remember our first <b><i>Storm Trooper</i></b> figure (before seeing the movie 150 times) and assigning him all kinds of powers (like Iron Man’s armor); but knowing too much…he’s demoted, just another clone who can’t shoot straight. I think that’s why Boba Fett held power for so long…he was mysterious! Fett is diminished (in my opinion) by too much back-story.<u></u><u></u></div>
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Diaclone: Must have been 1980-81 when I chanced upon a tiny figure in red plastic & shiny metal in a schoolyard, trampled into the grass/dirt. He remained a mystery for years, but his chromed head reminded me of Micronauts (had no idea of the relationship); thought he was some kind of vending-machine trinket or candy-<br />
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The tiny scale and puzzle of what he was, stuck with me and he rolled around my belongings until getting lost (as I gather many of these tiny Diaclone pilot figures were lost). Within a couple of years, I acquired the remains of a <b><i>Great Robot Base</i></b> at a flea-market! This was it…still not knowing the name of the line, yet two of the (similar) tiny pilot figures were still manning their posts inside the main control room (a work of art among toys)…I had found his home! It was quite a thrill to stumble on this toy! Pretty sure I turned my early-teens room upside down searching for that schoolyard Dianaut, but he left behind the ability to spot his brothers, haha.<u></u><u></u></div>
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A long period followed before even the name <b><i>Diaclone</i></b> became known; they didn’t show up in Canadian stores to my knowledge.<u></u><u></u></div>
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Finally, the Internet! By the late 90’s via online trades and eBay, gathered a respectable Diaclone collection and foolishly sold it off (except my beat-up Great Robot Base) to help pay for a move.<u></u><u></u></div>
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Now... back in, and what a reboot this line is enjoying from Takara-Tomy! What a surprise to see this line reappear (found out on YouTube, thanks to <b><i>Knerdout</i></b>) and I think it was towards the end of 2015 that I dug-up my Great Robot Base to help celebrate and anticipate the arrival of Dia-Battles V2. Since then the line has blown up!<u></u><u></u></div>
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My advice on Diaclone collecting: Pace yourself and don’t buy every repaint, otherwise your spending could become more like military-spending ;)<u></u><u></u><br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">Could you also give me links to websites and other places that you would like to advertise?<u></u><u></u></span></b></div>
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This website is in Japanese only, but it’s the best archive of original <b>Diaclone</b> toys I know of: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://www.diaclone.net/orid/list.html&source=gmail&ust=1543115364003000&usg=AFQjCNE4v7qJiU2bT1guvRpggFJ_RO9MnA" href="http://www.diaclone.net/orid/list.html" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">www.diaclone.net/orid/list.<wbr></wbr>html</a><u></u><u></u></div>
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The <b>Onell Design</b> blog, a gateway site with links to everything Glyos: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://onelldesign.blogspot.com&source=gmail&ust=1543115364003000&usg=AFQjCNFlhvzz-TVW63WMiMG90dHZ_dWtzg" href="https://onelldesign.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://onelldesign.blogspot.<wbr></wbr>com</a><u></u><u></u></div>
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Here’s a link to <b>Shapeways </b>3-D printing service, remarkably a good source for original Dianaut (and enemy Waruder) figures in the original 80’s style (search under INCHMAN): <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.shapeways.com&source=gmail&ust=1543115364003000&usg=AFQjCNF617GEJDRXQZsaRzMf71FN0IfBrA" href="https://www.shapeways.com/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.shapeways.com</a> <u></u><u></u></div>
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timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-48549312688327526722018-11-23T20:20:00.000-08:002018-11-23T20:20:49.406-08:00Dellamorte Dellamore<div class="MsoNormal">
I used to work with a lady at the Public Library that would challenge me to work out my writing muscles daily. </div>
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We would write Haikus every day. I don't really know how it got started. She knew that I was a writer and decided that we both should some kind of exercise daily. She wrote mostly funny ones about food, and I would write weird, shocking, or creepy ones. Sometimes a cute or romantic one would slip through, but for the most part, I just mainly wrote creepy ones. </div>
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We would alternate who would come up with the subject every other day. Our daily ritual would usually start with one of walking by the other and saying, "Today's word is..." and then the word that we would either use in a haiku or write about. I usually did both. </div>
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One day I went above and beyond writing one haiku when she walked by my desk and said that the word of the day was Cemetery. </div>
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My brain reeled with possible things to conjure up! The only thing was, I kept seeing Rupert Everett's face in my mind. Seeing him in the 1994 Italian Horror classic, Cemetery Man. So I submitted to Rupert's guile and wrote what you see below. Enjoy.</div>
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Cemetery man. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He buries the walking dead <o:p></o:p></div>
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never to return. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Cemetery man, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Haunted by his one true love. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Who came back from death. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Cemetery man.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Works tirelessly all night <o:p></o:p></div>
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Cemetery man.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Keeps his secret from everyone. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The dead keeps rising. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Doomed, but remains a staid man. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Just on the outside. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Carrying out his sentence. <o:p></o:p></div>
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timothy zerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00198481523551983429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-762992249318582065.post-7817041411165555622018-11-11T17:59:00.003-08:002019-06-30T00:04:44.964-07:00I did a bad thing<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Berlin Wall comes down.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">And I stole a Snake Eyes action figure from Wal-Mart. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I felt ashamed for still going down the toy aisles, but I just couldn't stop myself. It was like I was going into a truck stop or a greasy convenience store of ill repute and trying to gather up the courage to purchase a skin mag. It'd be easier to steal a toy than to garner questions and odd looks by the clerk or snobby cashier. "What's this for?", Aren't you a little old for buying a toy?", "You shouldn't be buying toys, you should save up your money to take a young lady out." to which I wanted to yell, "Look at me, lady! You've probably seen better definition on a roll of uncooked biscuit dough. What makes you think I'll have girls that are interested in me. I still play with toys!" <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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2011 was a terrible year for me. I was fired from job a that I had been at for 16 years and the girl I was seeing was cheating on me and I moved out into an apartment the size of a breadbox. I was in a very bad place and developed insomnia and stopped sleeping. I had to stop taking my anxiety meds and worked part-time at a hardware store. I couldn't get motivated at all about my life.Then I saw the trailer for The FP and was immediately sold. I used money that I didn't have and bought it from the local video store.<br />
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This movie inspired me. It told me to pick myself up, dust myself off and get back to hustling. It made me go to work with a hurt back. It made me got to work with a fever and sweating profusely. It showed me intestinal fortitude that I didn't know was there. Especially after I was micro managed by a foul, cheating, sociopath that lost her mind when I didn't congratulate her about getting pregnant by a redneck with caterpillars for eyebrows.<br />
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It psyched me up when life would piss in my face. It made go all out and work harder than the 18-year-olds that I worked with.<br />
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That was seven years ago and I still go back to it for inspirations and to never be ignorant and getting goals accomplished, and I think it's high time that I wrote something about this masterpiece.<br />
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Trost doesn't slow down anything to over explain what's going on, he doesn't coddle the audience. You either get it or you don't or you watch it again with subtitles to catch all the subtle intricacies of this world's slang and over the top dialogue.<br />
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He took the Ben Marcus approach with world building through words. Only Jason Trost took it up a notch with his off color slights and descriptions. Ham sandwich. A certain rainbow wigged Clifton Collins Jr. calls Jtro's crew the insult. At first, the word brings up the imagery of the food about to be eaten or perhaps it's setting on a plate with potato chips, but in fact, the thug is calling them "basic" for not partaking in the black market pharmaceuticals.<br />
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Another example of word use, the antagonist refers to the hero as cranberry juice, which at first strikes you as odd but upon deeper inspection, the trash talking carries a weight to it. Drinking Cranberry juice helps with urinary tract infections, bladder infections, and aids with menstrual cramps. The use of this word is used to take jabs at his masculinity, toughness, and his overall health as well.<br />
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It's language building on par with Anthony Burgess, the writer of Clockwork Orange and the creator of Ulam, the language the Neanderthals used in the film Quest for fire. Burgess was a translator, linguist and lectured in phonetics and if he was alive today, he would nod in agreeance about Trost's cinematic opus.<br />
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It's creating a believable world by keeping the main character sane, while the others that populate it are turned up to eleven most of the time. And doing all this on a very small budget by Hollywood standards. But it's the character's dialogue, costuming and acting that made it feel immense. It made you daydream about the Frazier Park and the world beyond it.<br />
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When the Beat Beat game suddenly announces Omega gangster mode L Dubba E says quite frankly, "I don't give a fuck." while everyone is dumbstruck by the new mode that has been unlocked. It was as if the game suddenly came up with it unbeknownst to the players.<br />
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L Dub beats Btro just by sheer confidence alone. He is at a Zen level of "No fucks given."<br />
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Even the fellatio in the movie is a comment on our culture and how we are devolving our customs and formalities. It's as if these people that populate this world see it as an absolute pre-coital introduction. It's like how in our world, sexting has become the way things are in today's culture and no one bats an eye anymore when a risque picture is leaked. We are desensitized to wrong things.<br />
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People need to look deeper into this man and see what he's about. Past the evolved gangster rap vernacular. The FP is a film that isn't afraid to bleed for you and also it won't hold our hand and walk you through it.<br />
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