Posted November 27, 2007 at 11:30 pm by Severed Head
Yet another edition of things about me or whatever! Here are some ideas I have for tattoos. I want to get a bunch of small tattoos (like icons on a desktop! kind of…. Not any big ones… But I want a lot of them!) and I am thinking about getting them on my upper back/shoulders. BUT. I want to decide on one for at least a year first, that is, the location and the picture itself. Here are some of the ideas I have:
Radiohead bear
Earthbound related: Starman logo (on my chest), Ness
Flaming Static-X logo
Triforce on back of hand
The Offspring logo on back of calf (It would be particularly cool because my dad has a Grateful Dead Steal Your Face tattoo on the back of one of his calves!)
Metalocalypse logo
Dethklok logo
The ones I am most skeptical about are the triforce on the back of the hand because it is nerdy and more visible than the Earthbound ones… And the Metalocalypse/Dethklok logos might be a bit too big. But I want small tattoos to start. When I think about Earthbound and whether I’ll like it years from now, I think I will. I’ve liked it since I was, what, 6? It’s pretty sweet. Anyway. Any other ideas?
My ultimate goal is to have most of my favorite band logos on my back (Queen-thought that is pretty detailed, CAKE-like the Prolonging The Magic cover or something, etc.). Haha. Or all of my guitars! Again, I don’t want any of these tattoos to be too big or in weird positions.
Go 3 years without getting a haircut (not to be confused with getting a "hair cut")
Posted November 26, 2007 at 3:39 pm by Severed Head
So I can deduce that my last haircut was, at latest, 8/2/04, as I have two pictures with these dates (one pre-haircut, one post-haircut)… I am pretty sure I got the haircut around then… Specifically, I remember it being on the weekend because I used to stay in Fountain Hills back then, and I’d only be up there on the weekends. Therefore, the haircut itself was probably 8/1/04, or 7/31/04, but at the very latest, it was on 8/2/04. While I don’t have a picture from exactly 3 years later, I do have one from 8/4/07.
Occasionally, I will update the front page with news/progress on my list of things to do before I die. I updated the entire list the other day too, so you should check out the new format, if you are into that kind of crap.
Future progress on this lifelist item: 2
I have to do homework but I did not forget about you guys.
Posted November 25, 2007 at 9:33 pm by Crumb Bandit
http://musicthing.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_musicthing_archive.html
GO THERE AND DIE
Posted November 24, 2007 at 2:33 am by Crumb Bandit
If you haven’t already, watch all of these. Well done Mark!
PS: My favorite scene was the last one in the bloopers.
Posted November 24, 2007 at 1:47 am by Crumb Bandit
When ever I think about high school, and how I distinctly remember telling myself that I would never want to be back there again, something inside me wants to go back. There is something about that weird atmosphere that made us think we were all old, huge, and separate from the world. I remember only having that feeling while on campus. I felt tiny when I stepped out. Thats why I did drugs so much. I wanted something to remember my identity, to shock my memory and consciousness into thinking I actually had an ok time.
It worked. Possibly when we as humans look back at times of growth in our life, whether or not we enjoyed it, we look upon growth positively.
Something that really pisses me off about high school is how we treat those kids like babies now. It even boils over into college. I don’t feel old at U of A. I thought college kids were old. Maybe thats just when you are a kid, but there is something to be said about youthfulness, and enjoying it while you have it.
I’ll say that youth is eternal, as long as you keep learning. Thats what I remember about my past. Is learning. Learning that my brothers can be funny, learning that girls can be really gay, learning that drugs really DO ruin your life. Why we look upon those dreadfully painfull days of youth and crave them, is still a mystery. Call in Sherlock Holmes.
Currently listening to Mit Gas by Tomahawk
Posted November 22, 2007 at 11:16 pm by Severed Head
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
There was a lot of walking in this one
Posted November 21, 2007 at 11:50 am by Severed Head
I was walking to school, when I saw some smoke in the sky. It caught my attention, and, as I got closer, I could definitely see that a building was on fire. It was really dark out. I was either going to school really early or really late…. I was walking to Horizon, that is. The building that was on fire was on fire on the top. It was an old Vicotrian building. I continued on my journey to school, and there were a number of houses on fire. Almost all of the houses close to Horizon were on fire! It was fucking crazy. I walked along calmy. I could see a number of fire trucks going to a number of houses trying to put the fires out, but there were simply not enough fire trucks. Houses that they had previously passed were also on fire. And most of them were Victorian-era houses, I would say.
So I stayed at a hotel. Apparently. Or maybe this was where I was going in the first place. I was in a fancy hotel. That much was clear. The complex was made up of 3 buildings, shaped lie a U, and there was a pool in the middle area, as well as on the outside of the 2 parallel sides of the U.
We were staying on the 6th floor of the hotel. The room had a nice view, because it had floor-to-ceiling windows. I can’t remember everyone who was there, but I am pretty sure it was mostly students and people from school. Soon, a few random people started showing up. Older people. Some Mexican. Some just weird. Like 40-year-old people. We asked them what they were doing, and they said they were there for the meeting. I quickly kicked all of them out (having to physically shove some of them!) and they all went down to the next floor. Apparently, as I found out somehow, someone was trying to assemble all of these wanted criminals and evil geniuses together in one building, where they could all hide from the government.
Before I know it, we saw these jets (or helicopters… I really can’t remember) flying around doing fancy moves outside. Then they pulled up close to the building, and started to hover. There was one jet in the lead and about 10 behind it. The 10 behind him all copied exactly what he did. It was pretty cool. Everyone thought so and was like “OOoooh, neat!” Anyway, then the lead jet pulled up and faced our building directly and hovered in front of it. The 10 behind him formed 2 lines of 5. We all thought it was cool. We could even see the face of the pilot. But then! He started shooting missiles at us. The other 10 planes followed. I’m not sure how they were trying to shoot the building without shooting each other, but whatever. That’s not the important thing.
While we heard a bunch of explosions, we didn’t feel a thing. The jets left briefly and came back again. It occurred to me that they were trying to shoot at the big group of evil people. The jets started to fire missiles again. Since I figured their aim was not the most accurate, I jumped up on some shelves. Still, none of the missiles affected our floor. I looked outside through the front door and the two parallel sides of the U had each fallen the same way, both into pools, where some sort of force field you could see was reacting with the water and creating giant surges of electrity and lightning. Did we have this force field too? Was this intentional? I was not really sure. All I wanted to do was get the fuck out of there. But we couldn’t. Because of the buildings, there would be no way to get out.
Soon, we heard over some sort of loud speakers, that the people beneath us had given up. The government was saying on the speakers who they had retained. They listed them all, and confirmed that they were the top 10 most wanted evil scientists or something. The only name I can recall was “731″, and I kept thinking “What kind of name is that for a person?” It must have been some sort of alias. I’m not sure if it had any significance with Unit 731, which I’ve recently discovered thanks to google and wikipedia, but probably not.
I must’ve blacked out because the next thing I knew, I didn’t know where I was, and I was walking home at night. I just knew I had to go north and that I was somewhat close to home. I walked through this apartment complex-type area, but much different from the area before. More like a gated community or something. Anyway, I was going to check up on Melanie, I believe, though my memory is quite vague here, and i remember something about Spiderman. Anyway, I left, and some guy went up to door right after I left. I think at this point Spiderman or someone defeated him. Conan O Brien was there too, and he had something to do with it all. As I continued to walk out, there was another guy, who threw a hockey stick at me (like a spear or something), but I dodged it. Quickly, I picked up. I tried really hard to throw it at his face, but I missed too. Luckily, Conan was still nearby, and he quickly retrieved it for me. And then the guy backed off. I continued my path going north down 40th street. I wasn’t really sure where I was going. I knew I had to go somewhere, and I didn’t have a whole lot of time, but that I needed to stop by my house first. But I could hardly remember where my house was.
Posted November 20, 2007 at 9:36 am by Severed Head
The last thing I remember was standing somewhere, doing something, when Marissa was walking by with the two Asian kids and they started making fun of me for being a loser and for the girl I used to like. I started crying and ran away. Then the kid followed me, and told me this story of how he was also involved with this girl and how she had this whole second life and how she would make him do bad things. She would make him play this computer program and kill all these innocent people for her own gain. I began to really hate her, but couldn’t understand why she would do such a thing, or rather, why she would make someone do such a thing. Then, however, a bunch of forgotten memories had come back in the form of pictures and movies. Some were pictures of me. Some were pictures of the girl. Some were of this guy and the girl, though I had a much harder time distinguishing who he was. Finally, everything was explained when I saw both of them, with some other miscellaneous characters, sitting together in a library type setting, and, on the picture itself, was their team name. Finally! This all made sense. That’s where she was all this time, and that’s why she broke it off… But the one memory I most distinctly remember is the movie of me with the girl when we were lying down. She was wearing a blue t-shirt and we were in a room full of people lying down.
Well, I continued on my journey, whatever it was… I guess I didn’t have all the time in the world to think about it, since I was already being chased.
This girl, a different one from before, got in this giant corridor (all white!) with these swinging platforms when someone yelled at us. We had to get to the end of the room before the caught us! We somehow ended up becoming naked and we were joined by a third goofy character (also naked). That is not to say that the first two of us were goofy, but this guy was almost like a Han Solo-type character. Anyway, we all jumped to the next platform. That was no problem. But the next platform was moving more quickly and was more stable. The girl jumped on and was fine. The Han guy jumped on and it seemed fine at first, but the platform suspended in the air was a circle and he started to tilt it. I did not want to jump on. He started to fall as the platform slowly became perpendicular with the ground, but he grabbed onto a higher part of the room as the platform balanced itself out.
Not wanting to jump, I said, fuck, I’ll just use my power of whatever. So I shot out some thing that was supposed to land on the even further platform, but missed completely and it shot into the corner. I had failed. But one cannot underestimate the greatness of Han! He jumped to the other side and somehow we were all fully clothed again. I was wearing my Racer X shirt this time. Also, being naked almost had something to do with invisibility. The people chasing after us couldn’t see us when we were naked, I think. But they had sent people to the other end of the corridor, through the door, to catch us. When we left the room, which we did as soon as had been closed immediately, we caught sight of the people running up to us and they didn’t recognize us whatsoever. They were looking for naked people. The fat old governer with a glass monocole was pissed, but soon gave up. We sneakily followed behind him, going through a series of a few glass doors.
I wished we had been invisible again, because I didn’t think this would be an easy task, and I thought we’d have a lot more rooms to go through. Luckily, Han knew the place pretty well. We went through one more room and it was like an airport. A cafe of all these evil people. We were really stopping something big. I was thinking of how great it would be if I could get through this without one battle. If I could just get through the end, solving puzzles, without actually having to fight. I was wrong. We got around this circular cafe part of the building in the middle (almost like a Starbucks), and behind it was some sort of train system. The train system was magical in some way because it was all a blur when you’d look at it. It was one of the most bizarre things I had ever seen.
Regardless, we boarded. Here’s where I lost track of who I was, exactly. Suddenly, it was the story being told, as if I was telling it to someone, or as if I was not the one in this adventure all along, but the rest of the story went, more or less, like this:
Suddenly it became dark. I was unable to tell what was still in the train and what was not. A sudden evil voice began talking to me. It was a horrible voice, and I couldn’t stand it. He told me that I would severely regret it if I stepped out of the darkness, which I did do briefly at some point, though only with my feet, and I don’t know what bad that actually did. I was fighting Satan. He was a bizarre character. He had a wicked body that was clearly not one created by any God. He was human in almost no way. He had dark red skin, and appeared in a business suit. His fingers were pointy, and he had black horns on his head. There was no mistaking him. He was Satan. He wasn’t very muscular, but more than anything, just disfigured and bizarre. A true freak of nature.
This whole scene had never been told to anyone before, said the person who was recalling this story at the time, whether it had been me, or some other.
They wrestled and fought for quite a while, but the puzzle of how to defeat Satan still became a big problem. With his pointy fingers, he would just grab you and toss you around like a doll. Well, the only thing that came to mind, which I didn’t even think of, it just came naturally, and made sense afterwards, was to somehow chop his fingers off. It was just me and Satan at this point, so I had no tools except whatever was part of my body.
He swung at me! But I grabbed his hand, and quickly, but effectively, bit a few of his fingers off. I had to do this a few times to get the majority of his fingers, but finally, after doing this. He gave off. And I said something about him looking horrible, and mentioning his fingers, and he said that every other person he had met said he had great fingers. He let me go.
The voice telling the story also mentioned Satan’s book, which had something to do with riches and why nobody should have it. The storyteller was appalled. I’m not quite sure why, but it definitely had an evil intent. I interpreted it to be more like “Why everyone should be unhappy”, but who knows. It’s really all a mystery now.
And I joined my companions, and we waited in the train, waiting to finally get to our prize.
Go hear and here me play in marching band
Posted November 19, 2007 at 1:01 am by Crumb Bandit
http://www.dabierwasgood.net/UA/TearsForFears2007.mp3
We don’t keep tempo very well. I don’t know why its so hard.
Posted November 18, 2007 at 5:49 pm by Crumb Bandit
WHy do they give us this texture? Diablo 2?
-confessions of a mad computer game playing nerd